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Cultural Rebirth

Modern music
Is noise with a beat
Sophomoric and banal
By the cultural elite

Leading society down
The primrose path
The same old regurgitation
With its pomp and wrath

These pied pipers of
Broken hearts and doom
Always whining and opining
In their next song it resumes

Foisted upon us
By the three-piece suits
With their network of drones
They're all in cahoots

Each generation
They're takin' it down
Nothing is sacred
True or profound

They're sly as a fox
Doing it step by step
No one notices
As they soften and prep

Who's their next "star"
Who will strut and debase
Wherever we go
We'll see that face

There'll come a time
With this inane stuff
When "anything goes"
Bumps "enough is enough"

But who out there
Will take a stand?
Show new directions
From the repetitious and bland

For music can intone
To enlighten and heal
With rhythms and melodies
Raising nobler ideals

Even in this age
Of overproduced din
With our stars for a day
And their narcissistic spin

We'll find if we look
Beyond what the media spews
There's an alternative diet
With much healthier views

These types of music
Come from East and West
Ancient and modern
Sounds of celeste

Take a minute to turn off
That star for a day
There's other kinds of music
Beyond the latest cliché

Look beyond our shores
To the music of this earth
It'll broaden our horizons
For a cultural rebirth

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The Music of Life

We know there’s sublime music in the pluck of the lute
And beautiful sounds in the tones of the flute
In truth, there’s music in all things, if we could purify our ears
All that we hear in life, is but the echo of the spheres

All the sounds we hear, have their natal source
Depending on who we are, they’ll sound soothing or seem coarse
Just how they move us, is determined by who we are
With our inner ear we sense the beauty or bizarre

Most don’t think the sounds of life could ‘ere be called a song
But if you hold this thought at all, you know it would be wrong
What we all perceive as music, has its start from within
And takes its shape in our mind, as structured sound or as din

As we grow and search for truth, from each and every source
We start to learn surrender, the right way to plot our course
The more we can encompass, as Life’s instruction for our soul
The more we’ll know the sounds we hear are important to our goal

Wholeness from within, creates the wholeness from without
We’ll each take in, or reject, it’s done without a doubt
Percussion, strings, flutes and voice become organized, a matrix heard
From the infinity of sounds, one decides what is preferred

The level of attunement of who makes these sounds a song
Coincides quite literally with those of like mind, among the throng
But who’s to say who is wrong and to say who’s right
To each his own is what we’re told, though this surely seems quite trite

The more imperfect the concepts, held by each one who hears the song,
Will place that soul, on Life’s path, moving up or down, ere long
Perfect or imperfect thought draws within, more of its kind
This applies to all the arts, what’s within is what we find

Our awareness of what’s beautiful, is more than happenstance
It goes to the very core of what is truth and what’s ignorance
If those who make the music think of life as carnal game
Then that is all that they bring forth, burdening Life and what’s truth, they do defame

Unless we as a culture strive to raise our consciousness
We will continue to lower standards, down the pit, that’s bottomless
There’s no better place to start, to heal our spiritual strife
Than to know the kind of music, that leads to truth, a Renaissance life

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