POETRY: 'Sound and Expression' by The Expressionists

Sound and Expression

By The Expressionists

Kabriel Moorehead

What begins as a cacophony of noises

Ends as a symphony,

A product greater than the sum of its parts.

We attempt to judge

And refine the incomprehensible

Unsatisfied with the simple truth that surrounds us;

The beauty of the human voice

Is that it is not measured in volume or pitch

But in impact and substance

A voice makes no sound in space

But when crafted

And presented in the correct form

A single note can change everything

Because to create is to live, so live to create

To create is to live, so live to create

Robert Drake

This symphony is more than

just a verbal manifestation of our

current thoughts; Who would've

thought that Sound and Expression were

the ingredients for Voice.

We use this gift as a medium

to make contact, to touch beings

of an otherworldly make-up.

Let your words travel safely through those

unbreakable barriers,

let them reach the ears of that lost child

searching desperately for guidance

with an outstretched hand,

let those words be more than a

expression of cool locked inside

a small box.

Let it be the key,

that opens the box containing

your Voice; finally

freeing you from life’s

Instrumental...

Yasmine Richards

Lalophobia. Fear of speaking

Speaking is just not saying things that are irrelevant

It's a vent, It's the echoes of cries that makes the heart cringe

Speech is dominant, the tongue of words are lethal to people's perceptions,

Intercepted by the muffled vibrations that tremble upon the lips,

Instead of overflowing wet tears on flushed cheeks,

And opening a passage way of someone knowing every ,single,detail of your life,

Articulate with conviction to extend the limits of intuition

Reginald Drake

When we speak,

Our words form harmonized holograms that

convey picturesque images of camouflaged thoughts

that transcend the ordinary boundaries of time,

opening a gateway into the heart, mind, and soul in mere moments.

Pupils dilate when the sweet symphony of our voices hit eager ear canals,

And hearts reach out to grasp our concept,

peeling apart the indiscernible wall separating two worlds

that now remain fixated on the same message.

These verbalizations pierce like daggers into the souls of each individual,

creating a common understanding of a shared revelation,

and the ethereal oration of our subdued unconscious is revealed;

to be a public disclosure,

Of a collective heart...

George Abraham

Listen. Hearts beat,

Lips part, lungs respire,

Tongues dance on the rooftops of oral cavities

To utter a single, invisible form of resonating energy.

These waves travel at 340 meters per second in multidimensional space

Only to inoculate audio sense detectors

To disturb the subtle gaseous equilibrium of the hammer, stirrup, anvil

And finally activate transduction in the cochlea

All within a fraction of a second.

And as this goes on, our galaxy spirals

Into the great unknown as we live our daily lives

On the minute hand of the clock

When all there really is to contemplate is

the ability to contemplate.

Pauline Muturi

A voice,

is not just uttering sounds through the mouth

It’s the matter of articulating every expression

unifying statements with creativity.

A concurrence of stimulation within one self,

harmonizing parts,

combinations of spontaneous performances

always on one accord.

Like the beating of ones heart in unison,

boisterous and audible.   

A distinctive vocal utterance, notable to all individuals.

A sound, a beat, a vibration

All speaking the language of verbalization.

A voice.

Desirae Lee

It’s time to break a leg

that statement is simply a synonym of commencement

to show the world

that there is nothing that can stop the sound

flowing through hieroglyphics called letters

making words to support a voice

collective thoughts becomes a masterpiece

dancing across a stage of airwaves

beautifully transforming into an invisible monstrosity

seen only through listening ears

they pound at the ticket booth entrance doors of eardrums

breaking through to the theater of the mind,

assembling the props to set a scene of mental focus

pull back the heavy curtains of unexpressed silence,

because it’s Showtime...

Knight

And here we are,

standing on the edge of reason

looking across the vastness of dreams

through a fog of self-doubt and criticism

declaring our right to write,

our right to speak,

embracing sound in each breath;

in each word a universe of complexity,

a life’s passion

carved out in verse;

We look out at the world,

the void of emptiness,

filled with a mantra

destined to exist forever,

to echo through the ages:

“to create is to live,

so live to create.”

our truth, in multiple syllables,

spread across a blank sky

enshrouds scores unwilling to speak;

we know to express is to live

and to live is to wonder

with certitude, with conviction,

with creativity...

never left to question what could be,

always celebrating what is...

being what we are with absolute promise

with hope and resoluteness as our beacons of light. 

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