Sometimes something fills me until my brim runs over and it explodes into a mist in which I become part of a hidden world I love so much.
This blog will contain the poems and prose that follow with my music as well as how it happens at times.
Some posts won't be complete, and I'll endeavour to update each post as I gather more information amongst a milliard of notes I kept.
It is as a fairytale.......
“Pax Deinde Venit” (then peace came) composed by Dawn Els
the moment the first peace documents were signed.
the path of history with this composition, believing that especially music
itself kept a degree of peace. With this I also remember the values of
the music as I imagine it must have been during WWII and therefore covered a
few styles/genres with this composition.)
The story I
saw in the fog
dark, dead moments of the night the first ray of hope comes.
Is it true,
what is this tapping, does it mean…..?
as some young soldiers wake up, they hear or do they imagine or are they still
asleep and dreaming?
It is still
Yes it is
WE ARE AWAKE,
WE ARE ALIVE
the war is over!
But, can they be
when they are so sad?
Not every mate
lived to celebrate.
WE ARE ALIVE
run and play
as little children,
they will be going home!
the soldiers run around,
stumble and tumble
jumping up and down
falling on the ground.
families are woken by families,
some with hidden radios -
they hear the first surrenders being broadcast.
stop and start everything they do
quite a few times in a frenzy
before they realize,
in prayers of thanks.
Their sons will be coming home.
broadcasts go on
in the voices of all who wake.
And to the hills they all take
to shout their joy,
to pronounce peace arrived.
as some in the world are still sleeping
and others are weeping
under the grey blanket hoping
and are not sure,
shells are still flying
and some are
wakes and knows
added notes of knowing.
had been paid.
Now we are
and we shall bury
and then we shall
the lives of
them that will never grow old.
soldier whose young wife waits for his return,
knows no peace from the agony of
his heart that burns,
He sees and hears none for
but the memory of her.
And a thousand miles away,
his young wife wails
her sorrows across the waters,
lonely without her man.
she sings a promise and a prayer,
peace takes flight and reaches them both
and everyone, everywhere.
world wakes up in a flurry of a great noise.
surge of music that happens when I am suddenly overcome with emotions….
It came on
a day that I’ve seen just too many photographs of mutilated animal bodies,
rhino and elephant, half their faces hacked off for products to serve man’s
sick beliefs. And their orphans, lost without their mamas.
was as if the whole animal kingdom begged me to give them a voice…. Memories
fires I saw fleeing creatures, I was overcome when birds had to abandon their
nests with offspring that could not leave, the slow movers that were burnt to
death and the emptiness left afterwards.
I saw the
dead creatures on the roads where man chases with his vehicles without
thinking, careless and arrogant, blaming the creature for not knowing that
man’s road is a dangerous place. And I was silent, am I the only one that knows
that the little hedgehog will only curl in a bundle on the spot when danger is
perversion of man to serve himself with trophies . oh he could kill an animal!
Sure, any human can kill an animal, it is easy. But do it rather to serve the
purpose of the Creation. Eat when you are hungry.
and inconsequent destruction of the planet, home to all. Typical of those who
think it is a good place to develop. Some decades later man wonders what
happened to all the wildlife that used to be there.
(And as the
dust settled on the open eyes of the dead,
I heard the
astonished creatures that survived and they begged)
and we don’t
want to die.
please save us, see us, please see us,
we are not
here to die
please save us, hear us, please hear us,
we want to
be happy too
brought disaster to this world
live and try to make you happy too.
burnt down in fire
are man’s desire
save us from this death, save our lives, spare us from greed.
and in the distance I heard
memory that was left
and it told
and found only pain
and saw nothing but ash,
white under the sun.
turned red as the glow
is a burning fire,
want it all
is his desire
an old law
will be left
turned red as the glow began to grow.
babies who cannot fly.
folks cannot get away
will be left
you’ll hear us, we are here to make you happy too
We try to
At the end
please safe us, and you’ll save yourself too.