Musings of a Blue Turtle

INTRO (spoken in a sinister voice, not sung)   [jazz organ, sad chord progression]                                               () = voice directions   [] = instrumentation

I get up off my seat 

Trot my usual beat

Prowling Manehatten’s streets

On the hunt for something sweet

Some lonely filly looking neat

Not aware she’s about to meet

The crafty city cretin

With a taste for the elite

I can sense the heat

And I’m looking to eat

And in the darkened city streets

I’ve found my latest treat     (slower reading for emphasis)

VERSE ONE (slightly remorseful sounding)   [acoustic guitar joins, single strummed chords]

She might think she’ll stop me

There’s nothing she can do

Thank Luna for the night

And thank Celestia too

Cause you know that plots like that

They’re far between and few

A single silent signal

They were on her ‘fore she knew

Muffled held and hidden

By the local motley crew

And I can’t help but smile

‘Cause I know that’s my cue     (sinister sounding, evil chuckle)   [snare roll]

CHORUS (confident, joyful)   [jazzy drums and bass guitar join, acoustic guitar and jazz organ more lively than before]

I see those ponies rule the day

But at night I get my fun

See as soon as nighttime falls

Their time to shine is done

It’s when they pay for lives we live

When moon takes over sun

It’s worth the pain they cause us

Just to see those fillies run

VERSE TWO (coy sounding) [jazz organ leaves]

Now I’m sure that you deplore me

But just let me explain

If you could only see 

Then you would do the same

Every bit they get

It comes straight from our pains

Pays for their blood mansions

And we’re left out in the rain

So we take back what’s ours     (slightly angry)

We play our little games

We’re really all at fault

But we all focus the blame

CHORUS

VERSE THREE (menacing)   [jazz organ leaves again]

Welcome to the homes of swine

It’s time to pay your bill

Favors are returned in kind

For every coffer filled

Now filly don’t you cry

You’ll escape us swill

But until then it seems

We have some time to kill

It’s better if you struggle     [all but the acoustic guitar leaves]

But it’s best if you stay still

You already got your due

It’s time we got our fill

CHORUS

SHORT INTERLUDE     [jazz organ solo]

So long from manehatten night     (spoken not sung)

Hope you enjoyed your stay

But look out if I set my sights

There’s still debt left to pay!     (livid)

CHORUS

How I love to see those fillies run!     (manic)

*laughter*

ENDING

~FIN~

Hubble, bubble, trouble boils

Minds are swirling, hormones roil

Turns into an endless toil

Shadows make you your own foil

.

As the clouds do change and dance through sky

The inner chaos drives you by

Your own triumphant will to fly

And the sound of tearful lullabies

.

A constant state of constant change

With no control but still with blame

Trapped within a shortening range

Limits in a self induced game

.

And yet it’s clear they’re blessing still

Even though we fight and we kill

Every drop of blood we spill

Here’s the culprit that fits the bill

.

And yet it makes us live each day

Starts adventure and makes men pray

For something more to help us stay

Away from worlds of grey

.

A thought to every feeling burned

To lessons learned

And real life earned

Some say our lives

They need no fixing

They say that we are grand

.

And some say our lives

They’re so depressing

And everything is bland

.

Now some men they say

The world is failing

We must change it while we can

.

But ask me, I’ll say

There’s too much thinking

So I propose a plan

.

We’ll come together 

To sing

And to drink

We’ll make like soldiers back from their lands

A joyful chorus 

Will ring

As we think

Of all the ways we make to make our fair plans

.

To make our lives a part of something

A part of something new

To make our lives a part of something

Made up of me and yous

.

Now I ask you why

We worry so much

I wonder why we care

.

And I must ask why

We look for beauty 

When it’s everywhere!

.

So tell me why

You run away from

Your own imagined scares

.

And I’ll tell you why

I sip my drink here

While the sirens blare

.

It’s because I know we’ll come together

And we’ll be in bliss

And should we go through stormy weather

We’ll just stop for a second and come back to this

.

We’ll come together 

To sing

And to drink

We’ll make like soldiers back from their lands

A joyful chorus 

Will ring

As we think

Of all the ways we make to make our fair plans

.

To make our lives a part of something

A part of something new

To make our lives a part of something

Made up of me and yous

.

We’ll sing this song in

Times of trouble

And we’ll rise so far

.

We’ll sing it again

When it’s better

And rise into the stars

.

And we’ll sing this song

We’ll sing together!

As long as you are mine

.

Yes we’ll sing this song

And sing forever

Straight to the end of times

.

For if we’re tired

And we’re weary

We can stop here

There’s no hurry

Cause there’s no need

To have a worry

When we have everything

.

Cause if even if the world conspires

To burn us together in eternal fires

Won’t matter at all as we expire

Cause we’ll still be together 

And we’ll sing

.

Together we’ll sing

Forever we’ll sing 

Always we will sing

Yes we’ll sing…

A few more lines

In constant rhyme

With careful words

And rhythmic time

Flow comes first

Then truth sublime

Til half complete

With half to find

Completed by

A reader’s mind

A greater truth

By thought in kind

Is given, and found

But left behind

A thousand meanings

Still to find

My story begins when daylight dims
Light snuffed out by this darkness of mine
Living in shadows of my sisters sin
I extended the darkness to all ponykind

But my gift was received with horrified screams
They were blind to the beauty of shadows sublime
And so they elected to send us away
For only in light could they see the divine

At first I wept for what I had left
For kingdom and sister I yearned
But with each passing day my anger it grew
A thousand years gone for one lesson to learn?

Damned be the fool who could be this cruel!
If this is their plan then for it they’ll burn!
It is they who deserve this great vengeful wrath!
For they send a pony and a nightmare returns!

A thousand years alone, here on my own
With so many hours to kill
Yet every day and every night
I’m plotting and planning still

And so at the cost of my sanity lost
I stand here and conjure the will
To take back what’s mine for eternal time
With darkness the sky shall be filled!

Forever the sky shall be filled.

Pain.

Festering, eternal pain.

You may try to change it.

But it will not go away.

Every day that passes

Shows you it’s here to stay

So you hide it deep inside you

And tell them it’s okay

As the actor lying still

Make them believe in what you say

But it’s still a lie.

A life in gray.

.

And underneath,

It festers still.

In the empty hours

With time to fill.

Happiness.

The terror is real.

And all you have

Is time to kill

Sing me a song
Oh fellow troubled soul
Tell me a tale
Give me a show
Tell me your tragedy
To lessen my own
And lend ear to mine
So my pain can be shown
Perhaps if we share
Our sorrows together
We can go through as one
And the storm will be weathered

And hopefully light will soon shine through
A shoulder to lean on and a friendship true

I,
I
am
one
being.
Searches
Always for deep
thoughts. Patterns in our
lives to bring meaning to the meaningless
Though I wonder whether the meaning truly lies within the pattern
Or if I’ve given meaning by applying the pattern to the object. Perhaps there is no meaning at all. It depends.

You could say
That
The pattern has beauty
That
The meaning is irrelevant to
The beauty of the form. But beauty is subjective
But then, meaning is as well
Both rely
On perception of the audience
Where is constant meaning?
Everything has meaning to someone.

Each man
Will find his own way in life
And
His own meaning from that is found
Perhaps
We stop looking for one meaning
No
Universal truth to be found
A waste
To try to prove ourselves correct
Let us just live

And we shall all find our own one meaning.

Just trying something new.

You crawl. You’ve always crawled, it’s all you’ve ever known, all you were ever capable of. So bestial, feral, dragging yourself from place to place on bare knuckles like you were still one of the apes. For a moment you stop to inspect your hands, they smell of the ground and filth you’ve moved through. They’re sticky and specked with various bits of unidentifiable stuff. They’re a reflection of the lowliness of your locomotion.

It’s been long enough, you decide. No more will you dirty your hands with the scum of the earth! No more will you suffer the shame, the perspective of a beast! You are human! You will stand! With a great push against the ground, and all your strength, you find yourself on two feet.

An overwhelming sense of vertigo overtakes you. The world wobbles and spins around you. You feel dizzy. Everything is unstable, unsure, unknown. Your perspective has changed entirely. Those things you were equal with you now tower above, and the things that tower above you still seem a little closer. Slowly, you find stable footing, and stay still. You’re atop a giant world, looking upon it, master of your domain. Delicately placed upon two small feet, standing proudly atop the world.

All of a sudden you’re falling. Perhaps it has an unfortunate shift in weight, perhaps an external interference with your balance, but it’s irrelevant as you see the unyielding earth rushing towards you. Your mind blanks out entirely, trying to comprehend a situation it’s never know, but your brain reacts quickly. Somewhere, deep and buried in the most feral and primal parts of your brain, where the great secrets of crawling and standing were formed, something twitches.

You throw a foot forward, catching yourself. Safety, for a split moment, but that deep unalterable force in your brain remains in control. Immediately you lift your other foot, your momentum throwing you forward and continuing your fall. Fear overtakes you and you catch yourself again, but you’re driven forward nonetheless, unstoppable. It’s so different from the crawling, or even standing. Instead of dragging yourself upon the earth, or proudly standing atop it, you are submitting to it’s will, letting the infinite falling overtake you and simply catching yourself again and again. It is constant motion, but you are not responsible for it, you are still as the universe drives you forward. For the first time you realize you’re in the control of, nay, one with this great universal power, letting it drive you forward as you simply try to catch yourself and survive.

You are perfectly still in constant motion, taking your first steps into a brave new world. A new perspective once again, one like standing, but humbler. The world is in control, and it will drive you. Simply keep moving forward, and most importantly, survive.

Nothing great. Decided I’d experiment with some off the cuff writing. This took 30 minutes typing on an iPod.

A darkened night and clouded sky
No stars or moon to guide me by
I walk and breathe a weary sigh
At what conspires beyond my sight

I think to things beyond these skies
Past our patient searching eyes
Without the binds of mortal ties
Controlling the fates that guide our lives

Not just the skies and seas and plains
More than winds and torrential rains
Every single happy day
And all our sorrows and all our pains

I look up and see how weak we are
I see we only reach so far
I’m stuck on ground, with roads and cars
Staring up at blazing stars

But though there’s little we can do
Our power is there and it is true
To those above we’re a motley crew
But I’m happy looking up with you

And as those skies are torn asunder
By cracks of lighting and roars of thunder
I’ll forget our worries and our blunders
I’ll sit with you and watch
In wonder

Fun fact, pretty much everything I write alludes to/blatantly rips off someone else’s work in one or two lines.