Top 5 Songs (of the moment)

I was tagged by the musical mastodon of evergreens and earworms, @allnightsong2, to share with you my top 5 songs of a moment in time which is this exact moment.

Thank you!

The Highwaymen - Highwayman Heard this song for the first time two weekends ago, and ever since it has been haunting me. It's just too goose-bump-guaranteeing brilliant. My entire top 5 should be just this song, as that would be the most honest list. But I'll humor you…

Level 42 - Lessons In Love Heard this one in the car, and caught myself thinking: damn, that guy has a really nice voice. Of course, he has… but I never really appreciated it enough for its uniqueness. That day I did, so I should share the song now I have the chance.

deadmau5 & Kaskade - I Remember A warm blanket. Nightly ride excellence.

R.E.M. - Bang And Blame For some reason this song has been in my head during my daily walks. Always loved the reverb on R.E.M. songs, and this one's got it bad. It creates a misty dreamscape, only pierced by the voice of Michael Stipe. What a vibe.

Genesis - Domino

"Blood on the Windows Millions of ordinary people are there They gaze at the scenery They act as if it is perfectly clear Take a look at the mountains Take a look at the beautiful river of blood.

The liquid surrounds me I fight to rise from this river of hell I stare round about me Children are swimming and playing with boats Their features are changing Their bodies dissolve and I am alone."

That's from Domino Part 2, I think. I randomly watched the live registration of When In Rome on some German channel at like 2 a.m., and that exact part sent shivers down my spine. Considering Domino, it's the live version you're after. I know Genesis stopped being cool, but I am unashamed to trade in some cool-points for legitness.

I am not hip.

Tagging: @psychicbouquetlove, @not--waving--drowning, @brooklynbubbles, @madworlddiary, @lunaragent; five for five, without any obligation to partake, and with the added notion that you can just drop your top songs without rambling on about them. I mean, it would be appreciated (by me), but it's not exactly necessary for this game of taggetry.

Silenced

Last I remember is The silence, and my oafish gratitude To finally be rid Of the lost-battle-struggle, Echoing deafening Screams and hollers within My rib cage, until weakened Animalistic groans Screeched, so, scratched at my sternum in Lock-jawed Lamentations of a voice Too hoarse to cry out; The excruciation of my core Cramped up to a leaden ball Til its last whimper, and, so, Its pitiful death, Much anticipated… then… The relief of silence, and Riddance of pain has made Place for Grief, since. What hurts no more, has turned Unfeeling; dead, rigor mortis post Tetanus, So, your departure Has infected my heart. I never guessed this silence Would not turn song, again, And Even though I am partial to believe in miracles, I know my heart, and as far as I can Remember, it will not Come Alive, again. Of this I am Certain.

--- 18-4-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

April showers

Soft droplets of rain Fall down from an unseen cloud I lift my face upward And smile, embracing the world Surrounded by windswept petals So, I am nurtured; so, I am whole As April cries her Tears of joy

--- 17-4-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

I rarely write of muses. I tend to feel there is a certain unfairness in distilling someone to pure inspiration, then poetry. In a way, such artifying feels like just a different kind of objectifying. Using a person. That's the dirty side of musing, as I overthink it.

On the other hand, I am, at times, quite hopelessly romantic. Hopeless, because I can only poem what I dare not, or rather, knowingly should not say, due to my heart's godforsaken intensity. And romantic, because it is just a deluge of unadulterated love that washes over me. It has to go somewhere. Maybe a poem isn't so bad, then.

She's quite something.

You, soft tunes

Less noise, more music

Times of yore remind us

S l  o   w    e     r

Savor the day, and each other

Sway, if you can't dance, hold

Each other... closer

Rays of golden

Hour

Highlight your smile and the kindness in your

Eyes

Glowing

Pride, an apple pie

Cools on the windowsill

Or is it rather happiness?

A garden, scaped together, in full bloom

Maybe that could be the metaphor of us

A porch swing, creaking; hands and heart

Warmed, appreciating a brought

Hot beverage

Small gestures, small moments; all things

Considered normal

Become so achingly wonderful

Your smile (again) and the excitement in your

Eyes

Sparkling

Smug, a succulent

Has sprouted a new leaf

When, by all means, it should have been

Dead, already

Could this be happiness, really?

Maybe that could be our metaphor

A home

Library, packed with

Old books, dusted off attentively

So, our histories, those we would like to keep

Shared, fifty-fifty

Yes

A home

And hearth where the dog sleeps

After the long walk in a world that has turned

Wonderful, so achingly

You, soft tunes

That remind to go slow

Slow as can be; slow as homely

Home

That is the metaphor

'Home', is everything

You evoke

In me

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17-4-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

Thank you kindly. Always a pain, picking a new one, so I appreciate the compliment! You should see the collection of Mel Gibsonesque mugshots leading up to that photo.

15-4-2024

Much obliged.

Very much likewise.

And a good day to you, too, sir!

Don't say: I probably should get going now.

Say: It is pivotal I leave.