From Alabaster

[recalcitrus]

Hi. I'm not particularly new to writing/composing, but after a recent move North I've been inspired by the desolate population and cold climate to create according to my capability. I've frequented the forums for some months now, and I notice that a choice few of you tend not to sugar coat critique. I've been having difficulties with this piece. As you'll most likely notice, the style is far from minimalistic (the rhythm is mostly there). I like word play. But I'd like to know if the imagery is interpreted to a point of understanding. I've also let this one run without the leash of chorus. The musical approach is planned to be a very quaint, major minor key chord progression, dirtied. Pardon the preface. I feel of stupid newcomer.

Rebekka

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FROM ALABASTER

over
the steady tune
of a sterling silver spoon
simmer
what-have-you
into
a salt'n pepper
kick:
a metronome, singing
medially
melody
beat
buzzing at busy bee feet

chart-and-tab tick-tocks
whilst I'm ripen'in the
Children in Charge
who born me
to abort
pillows of feather
we laid our secrets on
forever after
six months'toiled weather
casually ****ing
in dampened afternoon d'light

overshadowed forcastin'
a modern worlds a-thrashin':
men occupy
square rooms
stabbing tacs
to square maps
acing up spades
unearthing nether
the bastard from Alabaster
never
measured
grams piled
together
dirty debris and some
love
a panacea gone
'n went
to have itself replaced