NOSTALGIA PLAYLIST #19

PROBABLY THE LAST OF THESE NOSTALGIA PLAYLISTS, I HAVE A FEW MORE DEEP DIVES STILL TO PUT UP BUT I MAY HAVE TO THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS. STILL STRUGGLING TO SLEEP AT ALL AT NIGHT AND AWAKEN AT ALL DURING THE DAY, I HAVE ANOTHER APPOINTMENT WITH HYPERTENSION NURSE IN THE MORNING SO WILL EXPLORE WHETHER OR NOT TO CHANGE THE TIME I TAKE THE DRUGS.

HOPE YOU ARE ALL WELL.

DALE M

PAPER ROMANCE

PAPER ROMANCE

The perfidity of social relationships,

By message to massage the ego,

Is fraught with misinterpretation,

Words are blunt tools without nuance,

The vocal naming of feelings,

Is seen in sharp relief,

when the voice and face

Combine to focus the meaning.

Nobody can hear the timbre of the written word,

Sarcasm is lost, integrity down played,

This is where social media leads,

To a slew of relationships,

Not based in truth,

but as an avatar of who you want

To be seen as,

This becomes our emerald Tablet,

Where our words remain

forever on the loom of the web,

But their meaning is subhumed

by the avatar framing it…

Don’t you miss real contact?

Dale M 2021

DEEP NOSTALGIA PLAYLIST

A CHANGE FOR A SUNDAY MORNING, A 60’S PLAYLIST… WELL IT SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN A MISFIRE, BECAUSE MY MUSIC PLAYER ONLY SEEMS TO THINK THE BEATLES AND SOUL WERE REALEASED IN THE 60’S. I KNOW I HAVE MUCH MORE THAN THIS IN MY COLLECTION, BUT WILL PROBABLY HAVE TO SWITCH TO WINDOWS MEDIA PLAYER TO GET A TRUE REFLECTION THERE. IT IS HOWEVER A TRUER REFLECTION OF MY CHILDHOOD TASTE, I WAS MOSTLY INTO THE BEATLES IN MY PRETEEN YEARS.

MAINLY BECAUSE THEY WERE THE ONLY BAND I LIKED N MY PARENTS MUSIC COLLECTION, THEY HAD JOSE FELICIANO, JOHNNY CASH, THE HOLLIES AND THE ROLLING STONES AS WELL, BUT THEY WERE THEN TOO SOPHISTICATED FOR MY CHILDISH PALETTE.

GOD BLESS YOU ALL

DALE M

TIME AND SPACE

TIME AND SPACE

Never a thought to be alone,

Silence remains unerring,

like a vertiginous drop…

Tuning to any white noise,

Just to block out that fear.

Fear of knowing time is lost,

and space is just a void,

Shut your eyes and think of me,

Here in the white house

over-shadowing the mainline out.

I wont dance no matter what

the piper plays to ease my mind,

There is a wall,

A bricked up past,

Never to be allowed out.

And I can whistle for a future,

I cannot reclaim the precious days,

Where we were one,

and no matter where I look,

You remain not there.

Dale m 2021