Hi everyone, this is something a bit different… my spoken word to my soundtrack but not really music..more “part of the experience..” I hope you enjoy this little experiment of mine…just press Play:)
As I lashed myself to the centre thwart I heard the moans rise up from the sea It was almost like music, those painful sounds, at times in longsad harmonies. The wind above, treble clef played carelessly riding the bucking waves of sound the rhyme was in my mind, repeating in a loop, “Tie tight the knots! For you must stay bound.”
It was a midnight sea, the rain pelted ,the lightning flashed and thunder was my only company Have you been in such a rolling sea? where the howling winds cry out like screaming banshees? It will make the strongest disbeliever, pray to any god he can to save him from the dark deep grave If he can last the night, when the storm has tired of tossing him to & fro, like a floating bottle on thewaves.
High voltage snake -shapes catapulted from the sky, pierce and part the white caps foaming swells I don’t expect to see the dawn, but then again I might,because in storms at sea, well, one can never tell. In between the thunder’s roaring path, the oarsmen from the sunken shipwrecks, croon the days of old, When they lost the battle with the storm, were humbled by the truth: Men are weak; only Nature’s bold.
Click Play to hear me recite the poem to my music that inspired it:)
My Future Pain
It’s a humid balmy dawn after that last late night rain… the vapor rises from the garden; it’s so late, it’s way past dawn. Tropical but mystical..it really does walk hand in hand, like you and I in the growing light, tropical but mystical, the dew on the grass bathes our toes.
My hand slides up and down your skin, so smooth your marble arms unconsciously; there’s crazy changes in my heart.
Walk with me, you are the beauty, you are my future pain.
I saw you in the past and now you’re here, but soon you will be gone.
Through all of this,the insects keeping rhythm with their feet… this entire scene, will trill away, like a dream once dreamed.
Youproved to me when all the elements are in place,
they can cause an event that will rock a world and bring it down Before today, it was just a theory; now it’s way too late to deny.
The insects trill,my heart almost stops when I see you smile. But no, this is not the ending..I do not accept we are being ripped apart and I will shout it to the last star, dying on the morning sky,
“No, this is not the ending!” I do not accept we are being ripped apart.
My heartknows the truth I’m going to lose you, one of these dawns. You will kiss me goodbye and promise to call and disappear into the mist… like the waning night sky being eaten by the encroaching day. I know I have this in store; it’s something that I’m waiting for. I can see the future and in it…I stand alone.
Karima Hoisan May 1st 2024 Costa Rica
*Footnote: I admit I am quite proud of this musical piece:) It came together in a very singular way, and as always, I feel I have very little to do with its making..although, of course I do:) Someone asked me for the instrumental version of this piece and I am happy to share it:) You can download or stream it here https://filedn.com/l7Df4R6F1DTBv0B99l7YP6L/Unacceptable.mp3 The original music was entitled “Unacceptable”:) After struggling to learn the new version of Garage Band (after being on the older versions, the last 13 years) I am feeling like WOW..I am beginning to know what I am doing:) I told Dale I feel like “Whistler’s Mother of Garage Band ” haha. So I hope you enjoyed it and the poem was written to the music (On a loop of course) to try and get the right, sensual bittersweet/darkish-lightish mood:)
Well, I have my computer back and it’s a joy and immediately
called me into Garage Band, to let my muse run wild..and so she did!!
This is one of my odder compositions and as I say on YouTube
“As of October 2020, Tau Ceti f is considered the most potentially habitable exoplanet orbiting a Sun-like star. I created this music in Garage Band and it sounded like “alien birds” to me. Voilá!! This little video was born:)
I have been bird watching in real life, so it was a small leap to watch them in Second Life in a space-suited avatar form:)
Please watch in HD 1080 and turn the soundtrack up for maximum enjoyment.
Shot in Second Life on LINC Island
Thanks to Dale for his great background images that also set the mood.
Enjoy!!
I’m Baaaack!) Ahhh..I feel the need to gloss over a bit my quick exit from the online world and retreat into bird watching, I have lived most of my life in two very superstious countries, Costa Rica & Jordan. I have absorbed much of the beliefs and superstitions and have actually felt at times there was a real wisdom working there. My precious cat was killed on Good Friday (I was still in Ramadan) and 5 days later my 6 month old, top-of-the-line, 16″ Macbook Pro self destructed. The screen, it seems, just spontaneously cracked. I had to replace it btw on my dime as their 1 year limited warranty, is VERY limited and does not include screens. I just got it back 2 days ago. The thought of “Bad Luck Comes in Threes” did cross my mind and then a few days later, I broke out in more areas of a strange (seemingly incurable) skin rash I have been battling for almost a year.
Now suddenly it’s on my face, my back, my legs so I immediately went to the doctor and after a biopsy was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease that interestingly, affects more people who have Ashkenazi Jewish DNA (I have 50%) or Middle Eastern, I am a 1-5 in a million.
How about feeling special!! The good news is… I am responding very well to cortisone cream and so far do not need to to take oral steroids. My new lesions have all but disappeared and the old ones are finally giving way to the treatment too, Soooooo I picked up my field glasses and went bird watching. I needed to de-stress after my bad luck streak (in threes) and it did me much good:)
Now…my bad luck streak is OVER! Here I am ready to read you and I won’t probably catch up, but I will start to comment on all your posts from today. I offer you this recording and poem, The illustration above, by Dale, goes with it and I hope you will enjoy. To the music “Olt Eih” by Omar Diab….. It’s about a different time by the way…always nice to remember those:)
Descending down into my sleep, I dream a dream now falling into larger seas. Lower me, to the depths below the basement walls, of your very most bottom floor, I will let myselffloat down, a soft pink scarf, into your ever waving open hands.
All the imaginary trials and tears, have been lived and photographed inside your halls, In the spaces left between, I lived two lives in awe and raptured creativity. Grind the sweet and juice- filled -fruit, the colors pour all over crimson mountain tops.
Sinking in nostalgia’s moving sands, I comb the raided basement rooms, I feel an earthquake shake my heart, nothing is what it was, now just tumbled disarray, Going down and further down into my sleep, drugged on fantasies that technicolor me.
Coming off of all that beauty, everything’s too normal now, for a glutton-colored poet such as I Yes… I sucked the magic ink up in my straw until, the skins dried on the empty page, Then poured it over unborn lives, perhaps thebitter- sweetest virtual moments of my memory.
Descendingdown into my sleep, I dream a dream now falling into larger seas. Lower me, to the depths, below the basement of your very most bottom floor, I will let myself float down, a soft pink scarf into your ever waving open hands.
Hi everyone, I’m going to take some personal time out, close the computer, and get back into my birds.
I just got new field glasses, so you can find me sitting outside watching them in the trees.
I will be back soon reading and contributing…Inshallah!
Enjoy my poem in a spoken word version to my own original music…
Ohh Loo!!!
You don’t wear it well old friend you don’t wear it well 40 years before, it fit you now you don’t wear it well.
There was a time you played the lover and you left those giggling girls disarmed all the women fell at your feet you had the looks, you had the charm
You don’t wear it well old friend you don’t wear it well 40 years before, it fit you now you don’t wear it well 40 years before, it fit you now you don’t wear it well.
There is a time for everything and youth can get away with much but now you try the same old lines’ they rub me wrongand turn me off.
There is a time for everything and youth can get away with much but now you try the same old lines’ they rub me wrongand turn me off. but now you try the same old lines’ they rub me wrong and turn me off.
I’d like to think somehow you grew and with the years could change your game but now with almost eighty years under your belt You’re stuck in Time, thinking you’re the same.
You don’t wear it well old friend you don’t wear it well 40 years before, you could strut it not anymore: you don’t wear it well.
I’m not against love in later life but love is one thing and this feels a lie Let’s just hold hands and reminisce, without your fingers wandering up my thigh.
The alarms go off inside my head if you reach in to grab a kiss, a kiss I am not willing to give you you’re taking me down in a hand -basket,not into bliss.
Because, you don’t wear it well old friend you don’t wear it well
40 years before, it fit you not anymore: you don’t wear it well……..
Hi everyone,
I made this unlisted video to share with family & friends and not to make it public…however, my WordPress Family is family too, my WordPress friends are my real friends, soooo, I decided to share it here with you all. Please play in HD 1080. The music is mine, recently posted, “Inside Out”
Now you can get to know Maki a little better….Inshallah❤️
I’m searching through my library, my memory looking for the music, that can help me cry As now I have the tears all stuffed up inside of me and they can’t seem to find their way out of my eyes.
I try to hold on to the gratefulness to have had you I focus on our loving times, you amazing cat who adopted me as your mother, your comfort blanket who you wrapped around at night or anytime you needed me.
I am just equal parts grateful, with equal parts of disbelief The reality of your leaving, has not totally penetrated me. The absence of your self -assured yet loving presence, has sucked all the air out of the room and you took it with you.
I can’t breathe like before and I know I need that special song that will trigger the tears, like a seeded rainstorm over arid land. If not, I fear I will just grow weaker in sadness, and not find that key to open those floodgates of gratefulness and let them just pour out of me.
Digital Rabbit Hole 