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Poem on Death or Loss

Posted in dreams, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Spiritual, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2019 by Drogo

My gardens, my pets, my friends, my family… those I lose are still with me every day and every night. i still see, hear, and feel them around me and inside me. im always reminded of those things that make me who i am. the things i lose are alive in my dreams or in the presence of other things. Sometimes my dreams of my dead father being alive feel very real. To be remembered is not a depressing concept it is the dying and absence aspects that hurt; but only in forgetting is there absence of our conscious minds; but that is limited absence in the totality of being. 

– Drogo

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Lullabies – Sleep Songs

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2019 by Drogo

Sleep Song by Drogo

 

My mind is almost gone,

I don’t know what’s going on.

Lulled by a lovely tune,

I will be asleep soon.

Some way, some how,

I am going to the land of sleep now.

 

Good-night.

 

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more to be added when im awake….

Turn Back Time In Your Mind

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on June 23, 2018 by Drogo

You can turn back time,

the kind that’s in your mind;

remember back to when you were happy,

loving nostalgia is not just sappy.

feel the feelings, desire the emotion

memory is like a magic potion

find how the actions affect your mind

relive the experience in your own time.

Walk down the steps in the sunshine

sleep in the hammock under the pine

sit on the dock in the moonlight

meditate until your mind feels right.

-Drogo

Creative Process: Vanity vs Self-Esteem

Posted in Arts (Design & Performance), Multimedia Communication, Philosophy, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Psychology, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 6, 2018 by Drogo

listening to how i sang as a kid gave me the freedom i needed to try more with myself. I like half-poetry, half-chanting free-form songs for my voice; if i can focus on singing it how i want without caring about other instruments as much it is easier to sound ok I think. if i dont have to match every note exactly to something else, it becomes way easier. sort of like singing to a child, ‘professional stress’ is not a factor, we just use the voice we have as pleasantly or as silly as we want.

recording studios are really not better than just recording something meaningful, quality aside. since emotional quality doesnt depend on sound standards that are relatively the same. either way its someone pressing record, and then anyone can change it around later. vanity is funny, because if we dont want to look at ourselves in a mirror, it is usually because we think we would feel worse, however that means that by not doing it we are being more selfish to feel better, because we are afraid of not being good enough for whatever. Like when we dont want other people to look at an image we dont like of ourselves, when we think the image is not as good as we are, we are being vain. It is probably more humble to not be so concerned about how other people feel towards us either way.

the effort to record as in pressing record is not really a big deal. People make a bigger deal about how often they listen to themselves, superstitiously as though as many times as watching anything else will make them insanely vain and jinx their talent. society gives you a stereotype of how we should look and sound. I think thats the problem for a lot of people. Plus people tire of things easily, if they think they are getting nothing good out of it.

Self-esteem to want to listen to yourself, look at yourself, and learn from yourself is not usually the same as extreme vanity to the point of narcissism. The term narcissism has been over-used recently, like the word ‘creepy’, because we are all realizing how common it is to not understand things we see in each-other, that we consider different regarding ourselves. Some people are more sensitive to things, or caught up in psychological complexes than others, but really existence is a psycho-somatic mystery for all of us, even the ones that think they have solved it.

Be confident when you feel you need to express yourself and defend your work! If people do not like it, at least you were true to yourself, no matter how much they think you failed. Retrospect combined with empathy is actually how caring and considerate people judge things, not the history that psychopathic dictators think is justified in the name of ‘might is right’; this is usually a bigger problem than most of us will face by our own common whistling however.

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Trump the Grump, A Christmas Story

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Politics, Rhymes & Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 1, 2017 by Drogo

a Christmas Story about a mass visit to the White House to create a Vacancy!!!

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the streets,

protesters were stirring for some fortuitous meets.

Grumpy Trumpy was up late scrooging in the White House.

Trump the Grump lived to strike terror and fear into hearts,

and to molest boys and girls on their vulnerable parts.

With his Trumpets and Grumpets he had an evil Tax Plan,

to defund the poor and take away their last pan.

He was rich, and the rich needed all;

they needed money for War,

Slavery, and cake for the next Ball.

Trump was so busy destroying every humane agency,

that he did not realize there was one big Vacancy!!

To him government was bad it was evil,

because it would make the rich serve all the people.

The White House is a palace for the Emperor is it?

Well Trump would be getting a Christmas visit.

The clock struck 3 am, as people began to gather ’round,

they kettled the secret service and flowed along the ground;

men and women and all people in between,

knocked on the windows with faces mean,

Trump the Grump peed his pants

and sent out Pence to do a dance.

Sick of fake news and the fact that they lied

the crowd made sure they were both crucified.

with a last gasp of evil, Trump the Grump died,

and they distributed his toys far and wide.

The Sun came up at the crack of Dawn,

and all the people partied upon the lawn.

trump-carol

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Parable of the Bountiful Tree

Posted in Environmentalism, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 20, 2017 by Drogo

Please consider this, you who are wise:

If a man has a fine tree, which grows high, all the way to heaven;

and the tree’s branches reach out over mountains and seas;

and none can doubt the fertility of the soil,

and it produces succulent fruit every year

with the autumn rains and the spring rains,

and people come in hunger and in thirst,

will he not feel responsibility for the tree?

and guard it against greedy or jealous people?

to multiply the thick boughs of fruit from its trunk,

to increase and tend its mass of branches

the man’s heart will live within the tree.

– Dead Sea Scrolls

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Who will resist the King?

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 30, 2017 by Drogo

Liberty Poem

 

Who will resist the King?

When he orders your money be spent on weapons to kill?

Rather than health or education

Who will resist the King, when the King comes calling?

Who will take to bended knee, when the King comes calling?

Who will bow down, and humbly offer their neck,

rather than follow dictated orders?

Who will refuse to obey our sovereign lord,

who claims to have won the right to rule?

When he cares for no one with less money?

Who will resist the King?

When he issues the order to arrest your friend?

Who will resist the King?

When he orders to arrest your brother or mother??

Who will resist the King?

When he orders to arrest your lover.

Who will resist the King?

When he orders to arrest you???

[ Audio Reading of the Poem ]

[ Audio Reading of the Poem set to Music (O-Fortuna) ]

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