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one more day

Submitted by Victorclaude on Mon, 2010-12-13 14:53

one more day

lost chord
is hidden in chaos --

perhaps chaos is lost chord
in disguise

I came into the world screaming
I may stay under protest

but --

listening to lost chord
while still here is
a wonder in itself

midst chaos' clamber
tune keeps me

present

one more day.

vcp

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Free verse
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Psyve

Mon, 2010-12-13 15:06

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Not sure if  I understood the poem right, but I read this as being about a man whose music helps him keep  his sanity in this insane rat race and crazy world.

Ac man in search of the lost chord....

On a separate note I thought the lines :

 I came into the world screaming

 I may stay under protest

but ...

were clever and oh so true !

Incidentally, did you ever listen to the Moody Blues' "In Search of the Lost Chord"?. Now there's an album I havent heard in a while...

Psyve

Victorclaude

Mon, 2010-12-13 17:40

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Psyve,

You missed the meaning of this part:

listening to lost chord
while still here is
a wonder in itself

I have stopped searching for it. It is in my/your very own head, and yours too, if you will but stop to listen. I have been listening to it for years now. It does help maintain sanity in this beautiful scary world, and it keeps a smile almost ready to break out just behind my lips at any moment.

I know the Moody Blues song well, and any connection is purely coincidental. I haven't heard it in a long time either. That album and many other things have been lost along the road somewhere in time.

Far out, man.

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

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Victorclaude

Mon, 2010-12-13 23:00

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Thank you, Shirley --

Missed you loads, too.

Right in the middle of this piece I nearly quit writing it, and it just finished itself. I said, "Thank you," and carried on. Happens like that sometimes.

Love,

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

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loved

Mon, 2010-12-13 18:41

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We aren't slaves
To our genes
Though we are so engineered to be
Man and woman separately
And two distinct behaviours
We do reveal
But the chord is identical in both
Just see within
And let genes not be thy master
That so does begin
There’s more to the theory of evolution
May be
But man has been ordained
To search within himself
For that lost chord
And
I know you will over come
Your genetic hell
This is what evolution does tell

loved

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