Lately I've been having more and more journeys that has to do with music/sound in one way or another. Anyway, I figured I would put it to poetry (which I'll hopefully have music for soon). I wrote this all last night, so it's still pretty rough, but I'm just too eager to share. Additionally, it might make more sense in the context of one of my recent experiences I've written about
The Egyptian OctaveSo without further delay, here's my poetry/lyrics
"Sonic Phototorium"
(Doll House in my Head)
See the colorful beings at play
Spectral animation
Via sonic configurations
Yields our phototorium maze
A picture perfect suite of tones
A pitch perfect display of color
Synthesizing succinct synaesthetic sensoriums
A dwelling like no other
It’s a tone acrobat
Gliding and torquing with computer precision
A dark blue acrobat at that
Spotting another tone, there is a collision
A combinative entity they create
A multi-colored chord in a procession
We’ve moved an octave up
Not in notes, but in dimensions
It was much akin to a doll house
But this doll house is now a mansion
Green and pink books on the shelf
Toys strewn on the floor by a comfy bed
Create this child’s room abstraction
A lavish crawlspace delivers us
To a most spacious living area
There’s more room to fly here
So up the spire higher and higher
Through the power of a colorful aria
Our time’s almost up
But we’re in the next octave yet
This one is an Egyptian temple
Or perhaps Atlantean I’d bet
Chords coalesce into lions
They are musical figurines
Tessilations of turquoise encrusted gold
Adorn the walls in the space betwixt my temples
That the lions patrolled
And that I behold it is obscene
"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind" - Albert Einstein
"The Mighty One appears, the horizon shines. Atum appears on the smell of his censing, the Sunshine- god has risen in the sky, the Mansion of the pyramidion is in joy and all its inmates are assembled, a voice calls out within the shrine, shouting reverberates around the Netherworld." - Egyptian Book of the Dead
"Man fears time, but time fears the Pyramids" - 9th century Arab proverb