Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

music without words

14 April 2014

 

 

music without words,

imaginary scenes I’ve

practiced, perfected.

 

practiced, perfected,

my unreal realities,

willing illusion.

 

willing illusion,

something better than nothing,

‘though few understand.

 

‘though few understand,

imagination’s unwritten

music without words.

 

 

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imbibe

11 April 2014

 

 

an acquired taste,

I do not care to imbibe,

in love, or in wine.

 

 

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onion rings

10 April 2014

 

 

I’ve no defenses,

infiltrates, assassinates

all of my senses.

 

 

 

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one degree further

08 April 2014

 

 

one degree further,

another minute older,

notice the small things.

 

notice the small things,

do not take them for granted,

they may not return.

 

they may not return,

such paths as we must follow,

and memories fade.

 

and memories fade,

as we lose our attachment,

little by little.

 

little by little,

both the bold and the subtle,

one degree further.

 

 

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veneration

08 April 2014

 

 

first Spring thunderstorm

paints midnight with its brilliance,

then applauds itself.

 

 

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safe

01 April 2014

 

 

in my room, door closed,

music on just loud enough,

lost in my own words.

 

exploring my world,

riding my bike everywhere,

yet going nowhere.

 

strangely protected,

on any stage, performing,

behind my guitar.

 

overachiever,

who never achieved enough,

to ever feel safe.

 

in the natural,

especially near water,

alone in the woods.

 

once upon a time,

in her arms, nothing to say,

for the sake of words.

 

Words, yes, my own words,

used to be my safest place,

now I’m not so sure.

 

 

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if you could only see

29 March 2014

 

 

It wasn’t something I would have noticed.

Fortunately, I had someone like you.

You noticed the least noticeable part

of everything – one of your many charms.

Until I caught on, I never learned to

care about each little thing you tried to

open me up to seeing, to truly

understanding. It was as if you could

listen to something no one else could hear.

Drawn by a soul that saw something in the

ordinary, when no one else saw anything at all,

never ceased to amaze me, inspire me.

Learning to see with my soul, the one gift

you bestowed so freely before you left …

 

sometimes it’s the least

extraordinary that

eludes us the most.

 

 

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among a few

29 March 2014

 

 

at night the world speaks

quietly, passionately —

few even listen.

 

 

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let’s improvise

23 March 2014

 

 

soft chords, waiting for

improvised conversation;

one speaks, one listens.

 

Harmonize,

in rhythms, with melodies,

hearts understand jazz.

 

 

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