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Happiness is when i'm alone with my own thoughts
I cry, laugh, and bleed the frustration of every circumstance I represent through the soul of my words. You too, right? Funny we'd both end …
Los Angeles
get stoned, cry, and try to say what I feel and visualize, so that I don't take it out on myself.
Poems
Gigi Tiji
Oct 2014
The tone is a human,
a human is a being,
and a being,
is a tone.
The tone is a being.
When one human sings,
they create a tone.
A tone that carries
all tones within.
When two humans sing,
they create two tones.
Two tones that carry
all tones within.
They are making love,
They are making a harmony,
and the harmony
is a child.
The union of two,
the child carries all
the vibrations of one,
and all of the other.
Every harmony carries
all harmonies within.
The child is one,
The child is twice one,
The child is half of each,
and infinitely more than none.
The harmony is a child,
and the child sings.
The child is human,
and the human grows.
When a human sings
they create a tone.
This tone carries
all tones within.
The tone is a being.
The being is one,
The being is twice one,
The being is half of each,
and infinitely more than none.
Each being carries all beings within.
When the being sings,
it creates a tone,
this tone carries
all tones within.
a human is a being,
and a being,
is a tone.
The tone is a being.
When one human sings,
they create a tone.
A tone that carries
all tones within.
When two humans sing,
they create two tones.
Two tones that carry
all tones within.
They are making love,
They are making a harmony,
and the harmony
is a child.
The union of two,
the child carries all
the vibrations of one,
and all of the other.
Every harmony carries
all harmonies within.
The child is one,
The child is twice one,
The child is half of each,
and infinitely more than none.
The harmony is a child,
and the child sings.
The child is human,
and the human grows.
When a human sings
they create a tone.
This tone carries
all tones within.
The tone is a being.
The being is one,
The being is twice one,
The being is half of each,
and infinitely more than none.
Each being carries all beings within.
When the being sings,
it creates a tone,
this tone carries
all tones within.
Each tone sounded
carries all tones within itself.
As the fundamental tone vibrates,
so do the proportional overtones it creates.
An entire string vibrates.
Within that length,
1/2 the string vibrates,
1/3 vibrates,
1/4, 1/5, etc...
Divided into infinity.
(You can find the harmonics on a guitar string in these fractions.)
This is the shared source of all living beings.
This is the harmonic series.
This is birth and death.
This is one single tone.
This is you and me.
This is Om.
Birth, crescendo, diminuendo, death.
This is breath.
carries all tones within itself.
As the fundamental tone vibrates,
so do the proportional overtones it creates.
An entire string vibrates.
Within that length,
1/2 the string vibrates,
1/3 vibrates,
1/4, 1/5, etc...
Divided into infinity.
(You can find the harmonics on a guitar string in these fractions.)
This is the shared source of all living beings.
This is the harmonic series.
This is birth and death.
This is one single tone.
This is you and me.
This is Om.
Birth, crescendo, diminuendo, death.
This is breath.
Brent Kincaid Apr 2019
MISE EN SCENE
Brent Kincaid
Apr 2019
MISE EN SCENE
Once, the long ago and far away me
Could attract the eye and heart.
But without my watching it be so
I did not see my good looks depart.
I did not see the wrinkles arrive,
Nor the spots appear on my skin.
I did not note the muscles loosen
And the arms and legs go so thin.
I watched the blonde become silver
And the dark become so very light
But, I did not mind the stooping posture
As tiredness made it feel just right.
I felt my diet changing because
Some things no longer tempted
Others took their places every time
As the younger favorites were exempted.
But now I have glasses everywhere
And I turn the television up too loud
That the neighbors squeal to the landlord
And that does not make me proud.
For most of my life, I read incessantly
But now, never can read at night
Because I have to have a strong lamp
Or the lighting is not quite right.
And, oh the pills I must take now.
Some for morning and some for night.
I must take them in order, counting
So I know I keep the dosage just right.
Some are supplements, but some are for
That age that I have now achieved.
Yes, I am that old, and accept it mostly
Even though I find it hard to believe.
Brent Kincaid
4/14/2019
Once, the long ago and far away me
Could attract the eye and heart.
But without my watching it be so
I did not see my good looks depart.
I did not see the wrinkles arrive,
Nor the spots appear on my skin.
I did not note the muscles loosen
And the arms and legs go so thin.
I watched the blonde become silver
And the dark become so very light
But, I did not mind the stooping posture
As tiredness made it feel just right.
I felt my diet changing because
Some things no longer tempted
Others took their places every time
As the younger favorites were exempted.
But now I have glasses everywhere
And I turn the television up too loud
That the neighbors squeal to the landlord
And that does not make me proud.
For most of my life, I read incessantly
But now, never can read at night
Because I have to have a strong lamp
Or the lighting is not quite right.
And, oh the pills I must take now.
Some for morning and some for night.
I must take them in order, counting
So I know I keep the dosage just right.
Some are supplements, but some are for
That age that I have now achieved.
Yes, I am that old, and accept it mostly
Even though I find it hard to believe.
Brent Kincaid
4/14/2019