It wasn't until it all hit the fan,
That he awoke from his slumber of a plan.
As he saw his love in pain,
He felt true love come again.
The tears in his eyes, the look of his mate,
I wonder what he thinks of his fate.
What a horrible thing, we all gave a sigh,
For it isn't just him, it's for you and I.
To contemplate that life is short,
Whilst sipping on that expensive port.
It isn't until it all hits the fan,
That we realise nothing is meant to go to plan.
Monday, 10 October 2016
Thursday, 25 February 2016
A Midsummer Night's Scream
All alone in the darkness they had all but each other,
Considering what notions might have to be parted.
Still we are not quite sure what could be done,
She proclaimed very loudly from afar.
Look at her sense of pride fall into a sweet demise,
As the mighty major creates the falling failure.
Each word like a dagger into the heart,
Considering each other for another.
The major yells while the soldier's shake,
A sense of fear born out of love.
Still quite doubtful of the sense of substance,
Each lay crying alone in darkness,
Keeping a sense of blame deep inside.
Considering what notions might have to be parted.
Still we are not quite sure what could be done,
She proclaimed very loudly from afar.
Look at her sense of pride fall into a sweet demise,
As the mighty major creates the falling failure.
Each word like a dagger into the heart,
Considering each other for another.
The major yells while the soldier's shake,
A sense of fear born out of love.
Still quite doubtful of the sense of substance,
Each lay crying alone in darkness,
Keeping a sense of blame deep inside.
Wednesday, 25 November 2015
Reflections in the Wind
As he raised his hands, they began to fall.
We all sung of course, answering the call.
He threw his arms around with furious intent.
As if he were conveying some sort of torment.
I'm not certain if it went to plan.
Everyone considered believes that I'm some sort of front man.
"Beware!" I exclaim from a far.
Meanwhile I think he just wanted us to be a star.
Never mind if we're bad, old or insane.
We all come together to fight through the pain.
Dismiss the torment and do away with the plan.
I'm sure if we wanted he'd show us back to where we began.
Consider the fight to where we are now.
Think of the notions that he has just allowed.
Now think back to where you were when you started.
All of these memories, are not for the fainthearted.
Each time I go to thank you for this.
I end up in a place where it is easy to dismiss.
So thank you for the times where I wish I had more.
And thanks for the times that made me sure.
I will never forget the things that make me original.
I will never forget the things that help me see I'm visible.
We all sung of course, answering the call.
He threw his arms around with furious intent.
As if he were conveying some sort of torment.
I'm not certain if it went to plan.
Everyone considered believes that I'm some sort of front man.
"Beware!" I exclaim from a far.
Meanwhile I think he just wanted us to be a star.
Never mind if we're bad, old or insane.
We all come together to fight through the pain.
Dismiss the torment and do away with the plan.
I'm sure if we wanted he'd show us back to where we began.
Consider the fight to where we are now.
Think of the notions that he has just allowed.
Now think back to where you were when you started.
All of these memories, are not for the fainthearted.
Each time I go to thank you for this.
I end up in a place where it is easy to dismiss.
So thank you for the times where I wish I had more.
And thanks for the times that made me sure.
I will never forget the things that make me original.
I will never forget the things that help me see I'm visible.
Tuesday, 24 November 2015
Soar
I often wonder,
What is it that makes your mind ponder?
Is it the thought of substance or love...
Will you ever make the vision be seen from up above?
Considering our precepts and who might have devised,
Is it important to consider what might be your demise?
Considerations far, deep and wide,
I wonder just how far your vision will guide.
Never mind me sitting here with a blind eye,
Blind from the love that made us fly.
Looking down on the people that make us ponder,
On love, substance and even wonder.
Soaring above in the clouds until your last breath,
Consider your will before it meets its death.
What is it that makes your mind ponder?
Is it the thought of substance or love...
Will you ever make the vision be seen from up above?
Considering our precepts and who might have devised,
Is it important to consider what might be your demise?
Considerations far, deep and wide,
I wonder just how far your vision will guide.
Never mind me sitting here with a blind eye,
Blind from the love that made us fly.
Looking down on the people that make us ponder,
On love, substance and even wonder.
Soaring above in the clouds until your last breath,
Consider your will before it meets its death.
Wednesday, 29 July 2015
#bestfriendadvice
That people will revere you and fear you
Like an obstetrician plunging his hands into a woman's womb and grabbing the baby, then cutting the cord in under 30 seconds without a single hassle...
Like an archer who can shoot the apple off a boy's head 50 metres away...
If you want to be a successful musician, I'm afraid you'll have to be so skilful and have the most amazing technique, that people will revere you and become scared of you.
Like an archer who can shoot the apple off a boy's head 50 metres away...
If you want to be a successful musician, I'm afraid you'll have to be so skilful and have the most amazing technique, that people will revere you and become scared of you.
If I fail or succeed. Come back to this please. Remind him what he wrote to you.
Friday, 24 July 2015
My heart ached, I sobbed and I will live pretending that it never happened...
Conference reflections
As the music begun I slumped in my seat.
Bruce raised held his hand up cuing in each musician in time.
Then the flute started to sing a song of love,
He had me by the heart, I sat up at attention.
Water welled in my eyes and my heart began to ache.
It wasn't long until the solo flourished and the brass joined in.
The chordal changes dragged me along as the piece expanded.
Witnessing each member move in time as if one was soul touching.
Then, the trombones came to the forefront, I removed my glasses.
Sobbing quietly in the audience, by my lonesome.
I was quite fortunate that Pearson did not stop the piece.
Indeed the band played on and I continued to quietly sob.
As the piece came to a conclusion I made the right decision to leave.
I could not subject myself to this for much longer.
The ache of my heart provided the longing sensation I had avoided for so long.
T'was true what everyone said, 'this will be the worst decision of your life'.
Musician's and injuries are never a choice, treatment is however.
My choice to not operate from many standpoints was valid.
However the heart cannot comprehend decisions made by the brain.
I'm sorry heart, this one is something that needs to remain forever and always.
Forever TubaChick x
As the music begun I slumped in my seat.
Bruce raised held his hand up cuing in each musician in time.
Then the flute started to sing a song of love,
He had me by the heart, I sat up at attention.
Water welled in my eyes and my heart began to ache.
It wasn't long until the solo flourished and the brass joined in.
The chordal changes dragged me along as the piece expanded.
Witnessing each member move in time as if one was soul touching.
Then, the trombones came to the forefront, I removed my glasses.
Sobbing quietly in the audience, by my lonesome.
I was quite fortunate that Pearson did not stop the piece.
Indeed the band played on and I continued to quietly sob.
As the piece came to a conclusion I made the right decision to leave.
I could not subject myself to this for much longer.
The ache of my heart provided the longing sensation I had avoided for so long.
T'was true what everyone said, 'this will be the worst decision of your life'.
Musician's and injuries are never a choice, treatment is however.
My choice to not operate from many standpoints was valid.
However the heart cannot comprehend decisions made by the brain.
I'm sorry heart, this one is something that needs to remain forever and always.
Forever TubaChick x
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