The Sound Guy
Booming shotgun his weapon
wireless devices mixing
tracks clock time code
frame rate speeding
silent run recording
eyes most ears hiss
jam sych depth charge
bare bone body
it's only art and physics rippling
waves weaving story
slightest seeming intangibles
register as perceptible
tell-tale of suspendibles
salt for sipping story
Lack of luminosity he
levitates disbelief
lush is the lever
splicing spicing
wild ambient relief
He picks up remote residuals
unfathomed fathoms behind brick walls
actor's heart rate swallows gurgling
for certain deletion prior to editing
He is about behind between lights
searching seeking silence
Shadows
Director of Photography
on set sonar registering
wildest ambient lighting
submarine pilot speeding
copyright R. Resh 2007
'Tesseract Island' MS
poem by Randy Resh
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Speeding to Leave Your Behind Behind!
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Get up and ready we gotta go.
Speeding to leave your behind.
You can't benefit if you're dragging slow.
Speeding to leave your behind.
Who said what you do,
Doesn't get you where your'e going.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Get up and ready we gotta go.
Speeding to leave your behind.
You can't benefit if you're dragging slow.
Speeding to leave your behind.
Who said what you do,
Doesn't get you where your'e going.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Why stay up half the night!
Looking for a falling star?
To make a wish...
Then,
Dismiss it.
And why,
Do you wish to fight with me?
Someone who's always there for you!
Someone who wants to have life,
Like you do!
I don't wanna do it but I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Get up and ready we gotta go.
Speeding to leave your behind.
You can't benefit if you're dragging slow.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speeding Down
Plummet slides in empty sky
strings a life along its cry,
my free fall is speeding down
deathly helmet is my crown;
Stringing end of darken cause,
mournful rainfall to recall
speeding down a deathly way
speeding bound the sky way.
The parachute will not overt,
this suicide is my subvert;
one hundred secs time to buy,
Falling down before I fly.
Hundred sixty going on high,
miles to kill, toasts to die,
where I recount waves on shores,
spin me down, spill my loss.
Open Hades' Stygian doors
life's a swallow of lost wars;
speeding down a deathly way.
speeding bound the sky way.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Ambient Devices is what I call part of the Third Wave of Internet devices.
quote by David Rose
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Sad Story
The old house stood in silence,
no one lives there anymore.
Only memories of the past,
fill each empty room.
Once you stood so proud,
laughter rang out from your walls.
Now only cobwebs and decay inherit there.
What sad story has lead to your decline?
The lights from your windows,
don’t shine there anymore.
Only ghosts from the past,
live in every room.
Ghosts that once brought laughter.
That rang out every night,
are silent and no more
What sad story marks your fall from grace?
Once upon a time,
children played outside your door.
Now only weeds and brambles,
fall across your welcome path.
No more the smiling faces,
greet everyone at your door.
Now that sadness and neglect has fell.
What sad story do you have to tell?
Were there newlyweds,
with their hopes so high?
Did they have their hopes dashed some how,
or was it some great tragedy,
that within your walls befell?
So tragic that it made the silence fall.
What made them desert you to neglect?
What was the sad story, pray tell?
6 April 2007
poem by David Harris
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Breathing
So I write her a poem
like her
myth magical
it's
very own lines write
between
tacit sight texture tactile
intangibles
we
meet
imagination
blowing breathing beat
randy resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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My Dark Ambient
You are not aware
Of my dark ambient
And for that reason
You won't know what you will find
In my dark ambient
Until you have a chance to explore it
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Pandemonium
if no tale tells you my story
that's not my point to breed
strictly and strictly it's you
bears misfortune to hold the
sanctity at its highest orbit
I an empty glass
seeking fathoms
to be filled with
I the observant
declining from debris to destiny
abstaining from laconic fallacy
if no tale tells the glass not eternal
the depth of different vibration and frequency
always almost all the time
brings the beggar to rampart
and encrowning the majestic farce
makes devil the divine
and divine to dull
it's you misfortune never disappears
to rest to grip to grab the reality
means the glass ever empty
seeking to be filled with....
Pranab k c
03/12/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Ambient Devices develops a new generation of consumer electronic products.
quote by David Rose
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London Loves
A malady has taken him over
Coughing tar in his japanese motor
The lights are magic
And he feels lucky
And he's got money
Shoots like an arrow - oh
LONDON LOVES
THE MYSTERY OF A SPEEDING CAR
LONDON LOVES
THE MISERY OF A SPEEDING HEART
Its love u like
song performed by by Blur from Parklife
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You'd Be Terrific In a Silent Movie
If I could rate you,
I'd be elated.
You'd be terrific,
In a silent movie.
Your mood is too dramatic.
And it comes across irratic.
With the touches of a cat,
That scratches right back.
Or a rat that is cornered,
And prepared to attack.
oooOOOoooOOO...
If I could rate you,
I'd be elated.
You'd be terrific,
In a silent movie.
Your mood is too dramatic.
And it should be cinematic.
With a few moods overused...
Too crude in attitude.
oooOOOoooOOO...
In that moody brood you do,
Would behoove you to be cool.
oooOOOoooOOO
oooOOOoooOOO...
If I could rate you,
I'd be elated.
You'd be terrific,
In a silent movie.
With lights turned up,
But sound hushed of your blues!
You'd be terrific In a silent movie.
You'd be terrific if you were caged in a coop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stolen Kiss
The waters rippled on an incoming tide
The shimmering finger of the moon
Danced on the small waves
A hiss of rolling stones broke the silence
As waves invaded and retreated on the shore
They walked oblivious to it all
The silent whispers from their eyes
Told the age old story
As they strolled beneath the heavens
With its millions of eyes
No voices broke the stillness
Of their evening bliss
The smiles etched on their faces
Only spoke of a stolen kiss
poem by David Harris
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Disconnected From Their 'Caboose
One's doing of something,
To or for someone else...
Without their acknowledgement,
Opinion or suggestion given...
Or prior contact before initiating the act,
Can be interpreted as being disrespectful.
Or...
Just the right ingredient,
To provoke an explosive attack.
And today,
Unfortunately...
There seems to be people,
Crawling all with wishes to do exactly that!
Only those who lack consideration,
Tact or a sense of mental fluidity...
Would go into someone's backyard,
To intentionally chop down their trees.
And remove their prized flower beds.
To 'then' announce what another believes,
Is needed to beautify 'their' sight lines...
On someone else's property.
This is just one of many examples,
That proves more than a few people...
Are speeding on the wrong tracks.
And disconnected from their 'caboose'.
To say they have actually lost their minds,
And seeking an acceptance...
For 'everything' done they choose to do,
Is to admit...
'They' are representing a much larger problem,
That protects them with a tolerance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conduit
Devoid of constricting condition
fathoms past puerile possession
i love you
and so we flux flow
resisting insulation
freed me you fill
feed freely
your devoted conduit
the current courses
mine you of only
such is so
holiest alchemy
there is no physics
only love
unreservedly
randy resh 2011
poem by Randy Resh
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I Never Had Time To Explain Myself
there were stones thrown
on the water and so there were ripples
like the pain
the pain goes on and on
like circles spreading beyond a certain point
of my tolerance
my tongue forms some words like hammers
to hit the nails right on their faces
to break the monotony of destruction
without rivets no dovetails but
the story has become like a code of the samurai
to you, and you swing your head like arms
in disbelief how can all these be true he is not like this
and you become like a bone in my throat and i like
to remove every obstruction one by one
but i do not have the pleasure of keeping you
my hands inside my pocket are mine alone
the pebble inside it is warm and smooth
my treasure and like my conscience i keep it
inside my heart. I keep seeing ripples and then
i do not mind how many stones how far they spread.
i owe no one and no one owes me
i am an island and i wish there are no boats docked on my shore
any time, somewhere, any more.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter VI)
Then Job replied, ‘my anguish and
Calamity, if be measured,
They would outweigh the ocean’s sands,
And hence, I speak without restraint.
God’s poisonous arrows pierce me;
Arrayed are his terrors on me;
Why should ass wild with grass bray loud?
Do ox with fodder near-by low?
Can you eat insipid, saltless?
Does egg-white have any flavor?
Those are loathsome foods to me;
If only, God, my request grants!
Yet, God could crush me with His Hand;
Still I could exult from the pain,
As I have not transgressed His code;
What strength have I to endure then?
Aren’t there limits for my patience?
Is flesh of bronze and my bone, stones?
Have I no one to advise me?
Friends must be kind when strikes despair.
I can’t depend on my brethren;
They run like dried-up waterways;
Though heaped with snow, and once they flow,
They vanish in the ambient heat!
The caravans that go astray
Into desert, do thus perish;
Though confident, they turn hopeless
And finally feel frustrated.
You have become like-wise to me;
You’re scared to see terrible things;
Have I asked you for anything?
Did I seek gifts that you possess?
Did you deliver me from foes,
Or redeem me from oppressors?
Teach me and I will be silent;
You prove to me wherein I erred.
Your honest words though agreeable,
Your arguments can’t convince me!
Although your words are proof enough,
A desperate man’s words aren’t wind!
You cast lots on the orphan too:
Barter away your friends in deal;
Think over well, I’m still correct,
My tongue speaks sincerely always!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-28-2007
poem by John Celes
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The Best Way To Travel
And you can fly
High as a kite if you want to
Faster than light if you want to
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
Its all a dream
Light passing by on the screen
And theres you and I on the beam
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
We ride the waves
Distance is gone, will we find out?
How life bean, will be find out?
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
And you can fly
High as a kite if you want to
Faster than light if you want to
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Lookin For A New Love Story
(donny lowery, dave loggins)
All my life Ive looked at love as a fairy tale
A woman a man never never land and a storybook ending
Leading roles and my heros upon the silver screen
I played em all but always came up empty
But one of these days Ill be in a movie with em
Cause I believe that fantasy
Is one step from reality
For those of us who dream of love
And I believe cause I want to
Theres some one man for someone who believes in love
To not give up
Even though youve heard so many say
Thats the way the story goes
Chorus:
Im lookin for a new love story
Im lookin for a yellow brick road
Thatll carry me to his door
Im lookin for a new love story
Oh one thats never been told before
And I have searched the oceans of many a mans eyes
But I have yet to feel like more than some deserted island
I know a relationship will come for me in time
And I cant wait to see his face on my horizon
Cause one of these days hell sail into my life
Repeat verse 2
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Reflexes
I just gush about you melt
Semi-circle cannot help
Call it reflex impulse
That crumbles oblivion peripheral
There is none other like you
There is not one other
as you
There are no others conceivably who
Claim focus
most magnificent physics
copyright Randy Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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