Un poème en français …

November 10th was a unique day. A bit cooler with a slight breeze, but a sunny day overall. It reminded me of the coming of winter, a season I always anticipate to enjoy. It inspired me to write a poem about it, but this time my thoughts were in french. Don’t worry, I’ll provide a translation, but I think that the french language captures the scene better than the english language can.

 

Un jour ensoleillé …

Le petit vent, c’est froid …

 

Je vois le chemin …

Entre les champs et les arbres …

 

L’herbe est brune et sèche …

L’hiver vient bientôt …

 

Je cache dans ma tête …

Laisse la vie qui passe …

Reste ici ….

 

ENGLISH ————

 

A sunny day …

The slight breeze, a bit cold …

 

I see the pathway …

Between the fields and the trees …

 

The grass is brown and dry …

Winter is coming soon …

 

I hide inside my head …

Leave the life that passes …

Stay here….

 

I hope you enjoyed this poem. If you would like to see more poetry from Highland Artists and others, visit Highland Poetry . Make sure to follow EverythingMusic90 to see any new blog posts! Twitter fans, find me HERE  Facebook Gurus I am HERE !

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Yet another day… 

Yet another day in the life of a crazy composer… Metaphors and similes don’t cut it. With cool breezes and mellow ambiance, comes the soundscape I desire. With new life, and new strife, people never stay the same. I’ve seen the likeness of many faces… Many phases… It all changes. 

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The story behind “Krazy Kat”

My family has always had numerous amounts of cats. Most of them, if not all, were  named after musicians and poets alike. One cat in particular, Dmitri Shostakovich, loved to hunt and catch birds, mice, and rabbits. Almost every day he would bring in some new “gift”. One day as I was practicing the piano, Dmitri was sitting in the sunlight, acting as if he didn’t care about the music I was playing. I looked at him and told him “Hey, I’m gonna write you a song Dmitri!” And I did! Krazy Kat was written that same day.

The song illustrates Dmitri stretching out in the sun, when all of a sudden, he spots a mouse out of the corner of his cat eye! The chase ensues, and after finally cornering the little mouse, he pleads for mercy. We’re not sure whether or not he ate the little mouse, but the song ends with Dmitri stretching out in the soft sun again.

Now that you know the story, you can listen to the song  for free!

 

 

The sky and it’s gentle breeze…

The sky has blown a wind of inspiration to me these past few weeks. The sky has been full of clouds of diverse shape, and the breeze has been cool. We had a period of deep rain and the sky was overtaken by massive black clouds. Many of the evening views were also bright, with full orange and white colors. These had their own sense of beauty, but in a different way than the sombre, lingering storm clouds. All of these various hues and unforgettable scenes inspired me to write my newest composition “Sombre Night Sky”. I included several pictures below, and I hope to record “Sombre Night Sky” soon!

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Notes to Lee

Poetry Site! First of my poems to be here online!

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Hello everyone. Patrick Lee Hebert II here. Notes to Lee was a series of poems I wrote about a girl named Emily when I was 14. I wrote 40 of these poems in total. This one is number 28. Hope you enjoy!
When i looked into her eyes

I saw the future and its beholdings

A world of fuzzy lines

And swirling faces
Her eyes not only foretold truth

But they saw my soul

Her dreamy pupils contracted

As they saw lee
Her perspective might have been blurred seeing that spirits are real

Not knowing the evil that lurks

Hiding in the shadows
I imagine I stared stupidly as I astonished God’s creation

Not knowing what I was doing or why

Though unseen voices lay beneath the surface
The ones of remembrance

The one impossible thing to let go of

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Poetry site! 

Hello everyone! Hope all has been going well your way. Recently, me and my father set up a poetry website, where you poets can submit your work and read the words of other poets. I will be putting some of my poetry up there as well! It is still in the developing phases, maybe you can be one of the first people to submit! Go check out the site now, and please let us know if there’s anything you’d like to see added to the site! Here’s the link… Www.highlandpoetry.com   submission info and Patrick Sr. “Hazes” will be up for free reading 🙂 

Take care my friends! 

The Story Behind “Looking Through the Rain”

When you hear “Looking Through the Rain” what do you think of? A young girl sitting on a park bench, night fallen, downpour….. An old man with nothing left but an old picture, thinking back on what used to be… Soaked by the thick rain…. Tell me, have you ever been here?

When I wrote “Looking Through the Rain” it really happened all at once. It started out just as an idea, the part you first heard was all I had begun to write. I had toyed with the idea a bit, trying this, trying that… But mostly I couldn’t get it out of my head.

One night I was out in the park, it was already dark out. I was under a patio, on a bench…. Rain pouring down… There was a tree, all in sillouette to my left… A path, curving out of view, was illuminated by the soft orange glow of the lamp above… The pathway was covered in water… The downpour was so heavy, and the sky was black….

When I looked to see this, I saw it a different way. It wasn’t about looking at the rain anymore… I was looking through it, and I could hear the song as clear as day. I didn’t just see my song, I also saw the others on the album. It was all clear on this seemingly dreadful night… I wrote the poem right away, and put down the first recording of it not long after.

So now, why don’t you listen to the song, and read the poem I wrote about that very same night. You will see how I turned this picture into sound.

Get “Looking Through the Rain” HERE

 

Now the poem…………..

 

Looking through the rain

With forbidden eyes

Seeing the unknown

Through the swaths of water falling

Down… down… down…

 

I see the pathway

It’s old and sacred

I’m not sure where it leads

But I’d like to find out…

There’s water almost covering it

The grass on either side is submerged

Water of the past…..

It has seen the makings of history

 

The tree is in shadow

I cannot see its details

The bark, cut and blemishes

Are all hidden

 

Maybe for a good reason…..

 

The warmth of her sitting next to me…

I can feel the water on her clothes

Seeping through mine

Onto my skin

It’s alright though… I am content

She looks into my eyes with the

Night sky above us

Stars still untouched

Eons of time has passed before their eyes

The black, ominous clouds still

Looming above our young heads

Sending down its rain

But with it your memories travel too…

Down… down… down to the ground…

Till you decide to pick them back up again

And relive the time long passed

Away…..

 

-Lee