Basket Music- An Original Poem

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  • Author: koryargonic

Tags: basket  beach  japan  kory  koryargonic  music  original  poem  trip 

Have you ever heard of basket music? me neither. I made it up yesterday. What is it to you? Use that imagination of yours. Sorry about the picture. My grandpa has a really bad computer.Basket MusicI have recently developedA not-so-peculiar habitThat came upon meLike a perfect exampleOf spontaneous combustionIt's that sort of habitThat all that it isIs a twitch in my neckA not-so-peculiar turn of the headThat is impossibleTo recreateNo matter how hard I try to do it consciouslyAnd I hear the sound of basket music poundingIt's that sort of habitIt's that sort of bugAnd I can't quite put my finger on itAnd I can't lay down my lawIt's that sort of bugThat looks like a bugFlies like a bugEven eats like a bugThat it's too much a bug to be oneAnd no matter how short livedLike a mayfly at its oldestWisest ageThere seem to be so many more living than deadAnd I hear the sound of basket music poundingBut those few deadThose ones who lie gravelessAnd hopelessAnd lostIt's that sort of deadThat truly deadThat deader than stone dead thatYou're meant to honorBut the sun glimmers brightOff that unborn plaque that's beenPolishedTill it redefines whiteAnd blinded by its horrible beautyThat wears the guise ofHonorariumYou forget about the dead mayflyAnd you hear the sound of basket music poundingYou forget about those long dead habitsAnd you hear the sound of basket music poundingJust like you once forgotThat it's better to keep those mayflies gravelessSo that way you'll shame yourselfFor forgetting that plaqueOnce upon a timeAt least that way you'll rememberNot in honorariumNot in gloryBut at least you'll rememberBut then you remember something elseYou remember that it is impossible to ponder such thingsAnd the impulsive nemesisWithinCan't stand just to block them outCan't stand just to throw them outIt has to burn such thoughtsAt the stakeUsing wood and oilOnce used in moderationTo warm the hearts of the bitterAnd when those bitter heartsBeg of that nemesis withinTo spare but one block of woodBut one drop of warmth giving oilAnd when you refuseTo call it anythingBut the only meansTo rid your world of this refuseAnd when those bitter heartsAsk of you in desperationWhat crime is so foul to requireSuch a greatAnd deadly fireThat would char the skyAnd block the sunSo that gleaming plaqueShould gleam no more'Neath a cloud that's turned to blackPromising a stormPromising a revelationPromising the satisfaction of a climaxOf a deathThat will never, ever comeThen that nemesis withinShall answer to those bitter heartsWith a voice that it knows it must haveStolen somewhere"Disturbing of the Peace"What peace? They wonderThis peace. They answerThe last peace to the puzzleThe puzzle of our beingA habitual puzzleTheir crime was being louderThan the dead mayfliesIt's that kind of peaceNow saying nothing moreThe bitter ones watch the graceful fireThe last fireAs it damns to hellThe very lastScreaming hopeOf a climaxAs it damns to hellThose bitter heartsThat will soon be frozenCold, brittle, coldAnd shatter into millions of piecesNot of iceBut of glassAnd then- I hear the sound of basket music poundingIt's that sort of habitIt's that sort of bugAnd I can't quite put my finger on itAnd I can't lay down my lawAnd I hear the sound of basket music poundingAnd I want to mourn the mayflyAnd I want that basket to hold my soulAnd I want that basket music to weaveMy half-bitter, half-stolen heart in ways it does not bendBut all I can do is twitch my neckWith a not-so-peculiar turn of the headAnd the soothing sound of basket musicAnd the comforting sound of basket musicAnd the mocking sound of basket musicPounds on

aaron's wrong

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  • Author: Bamnachos

Tags: aliens  baritone  flute  ha  heavier  is  music  pounds  proof  than  way 

a flute is way heavier than a baritone

Baby gets down to the groove in nothing but diaper

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  • Author: aap683d27

Tags: baby  children  clips  cute  free  videos 

Baby Dances to Hey Baby A cute little baby boy does his best to dance to a music video as his family records He looks very cute as he shows off his moves A bay boy is standing in diapers only Hes leaning against a small table while some middle eastern music pounds out a cool beat They baby is totally into the groove and is boogeying away to the beat He adjusts his groove to whatever music happens to be playing Very funny see more at www freebabyclips com dance baby cool funny humour music baby dancing funny diaper at www freebabyclips com

I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOX-Remy de Laroque

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  • Author: Remydelaroque

Tags: blues  DE  FEEL  folk  indie  LAROQUE  LIKE  REMY  TOOLBOX  unsigned 

I KNOW I SAID I'D BE DANCINGYOU SMELL LIKE A FLOWERAND YOU FEEL LIKE A CHA CHA CHABUT NOW IS AFTER HOURAND I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXWELL I SEE YOU SWIRLINGSCREWDRIVER IN HANDYOU SMILE TO ME BLINKINGYOU KNOW I WANNA GO HOMECAUSE I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXCAUSE I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXCAUSE I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXCAN WE JUST STAY A BIT LONGERI LOVE THAT SONG I KNOW THE WORDSCOME DANCE WITH MEMUSIC POUNDS LIKE A HAMMERPUTTING NAILS IN MY BRAINHOLDING YOUR SCREW DRIVERWON'T DO THE TRICK IN THE ENDCAUSE I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXI AM CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLEWHAT I WANT WHAT I NEED ISAND I KNOW THE ANSWERSLAY IN YOUR PRETTY EYESBUT I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXBUT I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXBUT I FEEL LIKE A TOOLBOXCAN WE JUST COUNT HOW MUCH WE HAVECAN WE JUST LEAVE HOW MUCH WE NEEDFOR HOW MUCH WE LOVETOOLBOXTOOLBOXTOOLBOX2007© Remy de Laroque

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