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.
Copyright 2011| The Expressionists
