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Take the audience with you He stands to playTake the audience with you by ~alan2here
More than a tune
Communicate a set of moods
A mental state
Interpolate, as he looks
To read his audience, like a book
As they sit there
Not thinking much
Conductor stairs
His mind a rush
Reviews the scene
Orchestral stuff
Guitars and drums, is this enough
Oh not for him, electric too
Mere genre boundaries will not do
Piano forte more distort-ay
Violin, not just somewhat smooth
Or slightly thin, or strained or simple chords
But not a din
Some of all will be heard
But not at first
We start of slow
Where they expect to go
Connecting amps and circuitry
To stir up sound
Not meant to be
Constrained by ins
rhinard sam wong said sam it's all gone wongrhinard by ~alan2here
sam spoke with fury and exclaimed
his panic and predicament, his worry and dismay
It'll shurly go away, came the words of furend lay
dear furend said wong as sam he spoke, this time it's really come unstuck
forever the embarisment, the animals have run amuck
the rhinards stuck and flemonds bouncing here to and everywhere
pepper's jumped beyond herself and chibbles eaten all the pears
don't worry wong came furends voice, together we can see this though
the cages still around out feet although your house is like a zoo
wong started and tried to speak his explonation as to how
this animal with lepor
The Flying Ship over the desertsThe Flying Ship by ~alan2here
across the sea
the flying ship
sails free
no water need hug it's bow
or coasts restrict it's movement now
improbable it seems but here a sight for all to see
it's silk sails and diamond bow
on leather decks the greatest now
of all the ships ever build
although by who we'll never know
the flying ship tips too and fro
as it sails away, as if never seen
the flying ship, was just a dream
Triangle Out of the either, from which the darkness, as soon or sooner see.Triangle by ~alan2here
A constant drop, behind itself, defines reality.
True darkness while, black as the peel, behind the deepest night.
Made still of spines of time, while always woven, accumulates the role of no such great analogy.
Out of this place we must the man who was not said to me,
He spoke as one who spoke before, already having said and even sooner seen,
That in those troubbled times where light was loss and coins had yet to be,
Came a creature, sides of three, straight as no curve and small as ice but larger than obligatory as far as any unforseen and other human be.
This creatu
It's so creative, and quite a long loop! ^^ Nice job! 
on "Picot" - enjoy! 
Sta.sh
