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New Year (2015)

At the end of every year I write a new poem to usher in the new year. Last year, for the first time in a number of years, I neglected to do so. I shan’t do the same this year.

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2014 has been a year of change for me. In January, I graduated from my Masters degree in Music Performance, with a fairly clear plan for the year. I was going to travel to Italy, as I had done during the summer for a few years. I had planned to spend a few months there, then possibly head to Ankara, Turkey for another few months. Italy fell through, and I had to change my plans. Halfway through the year, I moved to Berlin. I write this on Christmas eve and I’m sitting on my bed (I’ll type it up later)

It’s my first Christmas away from the UK in over two decades. Though I’ve spent the season on my own in years gone by. It feels quite different to be in a new country that I am yet to be able to call home. And as I prepare to celebrate my first Christmas away from home, I gain new respect for the many international students I have known over the years. I don’t know how you did. Though, I’m glad you did, and I am richer for knowing you.

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As I sit here, I think on the future. For the last decade, I had followed a plan. I’ve come to the end of that and I have no plan now. And I’m not ashamed to tell you that it’s a scary place for me.

Purpose

A new year beckons.

A new day begins.

As this new sun rises,

A new season begins with it.

A season of hope.

A season of joy.

A season of fulfilled dreams.

A season of new drive.

A season of new challenges.

Just like any other.

But a season with new determination.

So you need not run for cover.

As we open ours eyes.

To face this new day.

We think new thoughts.

We dream new dreams.

We see new faces.

To guide us on our way.

We step into new phases.

And in joy, our heads we lay.

Purpose must drive you.

And circumstance, not beguile you.

You need to be clear,

on who it is you are.

Be that one,

who believes in dreams.

Be that one,

who knows dreams can come true.

Lean not on excuse.

Don’t let fear stop you.

Negativity, you must refuse.

Else your tears proceed to drown you.

And when dark days come.

As they tend to do.

Reach deep inside,

To the strength in you.

Forget not, who you are.

Neglect not, your distant star.

Rather, stand firm for what you believe.

Reach far and you may yet receive.

Be brave and you’ll achieve.

Be true to you and in yourself believe.

As the new day begins,

see in it, a new hope.

See in it, a new chance.

And don’t be afraid.

Look back, to see where you’ve come from.

Then look forward, see where you’re going.

With a smile on your face, and hope in your heart.

Know that the future is indeed bright!

Happy New Year everyone! Make 2015 amazing! 🙂

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Insanity

I crave insanity
Insanity born of purpose
I crave insanity
Insanity that promotes drive.

That insanity that ignites passions
And makes you relentless
That insanity that drives creativity
So you can never stop.

That insanity that is unreasonable
And won’t accept what is.
That insanity that is wonderful
And only sees the beauty in all.

That insanity that will look beyond
Beyond the veneer
And see the truth
See the beauty beneath.

Inject me with this insanity.
For the world is becoming far too sane.
We can no longer see things that really matter.
We live in the sanity of the material.
The sanity of what we can touch.

I’d rather have the insanity
of what I cannot see.
I cannot see the love,
that gently encapsulates my mind

I cannot see the inspiration
that causes me to write.
And yet I trust in both
Both push me to fight.

Our hearts no longer beat for each other.
Our hearts no longer beat for truth.
Our hearts just beat for ourselves.
We leave the rest to rust.

Please give me this insanity
That insane thirst for knowledge
I want the insanity of love
That stupid fleeting thing.

I want my insanity
That childhood glee
No thought of what should
And what should not be

Give me insanity
It is my fondest plea
Wrapped in a world
Ripe with possibility

The thing that causes
our hearts to flutter
Is insane it’s true.
But it draws me out of the gutter

So yes, give me insanity.
I need not your reasoning.
Give me insanity.
For it is the reason I’m still breathing.


Tomorrow

I don’t close my eyes to sadness.
I don’t turn my ear from cries.
Though I’ll turn my ears to gladness
And turn today’s truth to a lie.

I’ll reach into the ether
And pull out a new tomorrow.
I’ll plunge into my dreams.
So the future turns from sorrow.

Today may tell one thing.
But tomorrow’s yet to be born.
If you dwell in today’s darkness.
You’ll never see the light.

You don’t need to close your eyes to sadness.
To see the future gladness.
But you shouldn’t plunge into the tears
To live away from fear.

In that distant time,
In years yet to come.
Beyond the bridges burnt
Beyond the battles won.

The people who live there.
The people born from now.
Their hope is drawn from you.
They look to you for how.

If you would build tomorrow.
If you would make it bright.
Turn your heart away from sorrow.
Turn your heart to the sunrise.

For when the sun rises
And makes the night flee.
The demons that haunt at night
Will have to let you be.

As it warms your heart
And fills you with gladness
It will let fly your fears
And replace them with light.

Be not afeared
of that which is to come.
For that distant horizon
Holds a bright world, not yet born.

New battles to be won.
New challenges to face.
And a wondrous new adventure
A path you’re yet to grace.

Tomorrow can be bright
If that is what you are.
Tomorrow can be a thrill
If you but have the will.

Tomorrow lies in you
And it’s just beyond your view
Tomorrow holds your prize
If you would just own it too.

So don’t close your eyes to sadness.
And don’t turn your ear from cries.
But turn your ears to gladness
And turn today’s truth to a lie.


Journey

Still working in Italy. Meeting lots of new people. Handing out my business card left and right. You never know, maybe one day something will come out of this.

Anyway, earlier today I emailed my dissertation to my supervisor, which means I have some time on my hands with nothing to do till she replies telling me all I’ve done wrong and asking that I rewrite the whole thing.

I found this little unfinished poem. Generally when I come across unfinished pieces, I try to see if I can finish them. But not quite happening this time. In truth, I can’y quite connect with where I was when i wrote it, so I cannot possibly be true to it and as a result all that would happen would be that it becomes somewhat disjointed if I were to force the issue. Maybe when I come back to it next time, I’ll have a resolution for it.

So for now here it is:

Journey

I am to tell you of laughter.
I am to tell you of light.
I am to sing not of destitution
Nor of fright.

Levity is gone, I cannot find thee here.
Seek me out will you?
In this time,
“give me something to sing about”
This was the refrain, was it not?

I have much to sing on.
Though not of joyous rhyme.
I have much to speak on.
I daresay you will not speak in time.

In this season,
In this time.
This is my reason for this rhyme.
My heart remains heavy.
My mind remains weary


I Dare You…

I dare you to dream.
I dare you to believe.
I dare you to have faith.
I dare you to stand.

I dare you to sing.
I dare you to cry.
I dare you to scream.
I dare you to shout.

I dare you to take up arms.
I dare you to fight.
I dare you to speak up.
I dare you to stay silent.

I dare you to raise your hand.
I dare you to be counted.
I dare you to try.
I dare you to fail.

I dare you to challenge yourself.
I dare you to strive.
I dare you to fail.
I dare you to succeed.

I dare you to be true.
I dare you to be you.
I dare you against all odds.
I dare you to live!


Give Me Something Precious To Lean On

Give me something precious to lean on.

So I don’t fall apart when it’s dark for too long.

Give me something precious to lean on.

So my heart doesn’t seal, close and hide away from the world.

Give me something precious to lean on.

So when the darkness closes in I’m not found wanting.

Give me something precious to lean on.

My island is gone, submerged beneath the sea.

So please.

Give me something precious to lean on.


Waiting

So, a friend of mine is working on her magazine and I am working on a short piece to hopefully add to it. She asked for something akin to my thought of the day. The theme being the perception of beauty, I began thinking.

I then heard a song, on ‘Scrubs’ no less. It seemed to speak exactly what I was feeling at the time.

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And yes, it is quite melancholy indeed. But we as humans love to revel in the morose almost more so than we do the joyous. So at the point in time of listening to this I was uncertain of what to speak of beauty. And then I saw the news. And it wasn’t exactly akin to the town criers of old who would cry “Ten o’clock and all is well!” It seemed that all is decidedly not well. These things can move you, especially if you’re already somewhat emotional. But it drove a point home for me. I’m living my real life right now. If I cannot change my mindset to see the beauty, I may never get the chance. It’s cliche and it’s been said before but it doesn’t stop it from being true.

 

Beauty

There is beauty in sunshine

There is beauty in rain

There is beauty in the thick fog at the start of a new day.

 

There is beauty in the clouds in the skies

There is beauty in the birds as they fly

There is beauty, even in the dreaded twisting wind.

 

There is beauty in Mother Nature’s eyes

There is beauty in Father Time’s mind.

There is beauty in the ageless abyss that surrounds our blessed sphere.

 

There is beauty in the pen that writes.

There is beauty in the tongue that chides.

There is beauty in the voice of the beleaguered soul.

 

There is beauty in you

There is beauty in me

There is beauty in whatever causes us to be.

So be not afeared of what is to come.

Be not ascared of what has begun.

Believe in that which is you.

Descend into the beauty of you.

And stop waiting for your life to begin.

Live your life now.

Live it proud.

For it’s the biggest gift you have to give.

 

My point? Don’t wait for your life to begin. It has begun, live it. Be you young, be you old. Be you banker, writer, doctor or insurance broker. There is beauty everywhere, if you would but see and acknowledge it.

Till my next blog, it’s been a pleasure. 😉