Open Source cafe Open Source cafe Open Source cafe Open Source cafe 
Open Source buffet, of an Open Source PotLuck
Strolling through three thousand four hundred twenty five gray blocks
each with millions of hundreds of minutes of hours
Open Source Cafe Open Source Buffet
There is no way to properly house or tour these weird af doors
they all lead to food of nothing and all and many many doors more.

The feed the feed,  it goes both ways.
So So many feed the buffet bits of their mind, bits of their soul and heart 
They publish to the feed art and snapshots and words
in one hour you can see bits of thirty hundred different peoples days
Inside the gray blocks so so so many windows in the air, which connect to scenery fake real and half and half part.
and strolling scrolling strolling scrolling these scenes are interpreted and half scraped into a unique cart where the bookmarks and mind a little or lot integrate the fiber’s starch.

On the gray blocks is a vibrant world, of truths and falses and everything in between
dot dot dot, dot dot dot
open source cafe open souce cafe buffet.
Decorated and vibrant and yet 
and yet yet yet
due to the gray orb center it’s sanitized.
dun drum fum,  the streets are hyper and the ground shifts where where where
fast fast fast,  the tempo is fast and slow slow slow
and no one can see where from where,  how, did, where, go?

There are many islands of carts and tables and feeds
algorithmic algorithmic algorithmic algorithmic 
islands…
directory and control
control and directory
direct and slow and fast and the past present future
algorithm
black and white and gray eradicated perhaps
rhythm rhythm rhythm  three interests pillar up this all.
 community no and yes, power yes and no, knowledge yes and no.
power is where the power is

Attention!!
attention and isolation without isolation
iso iso ice ice isolation
is it one or the other, there or here?
Will either have people to hear my cold tears?

isolation maybe
but yet a valuable window to see all! the nations
so so much and so much much use
real real bonds are made

and,  art is found
mind is developed
and new stuff grows from these multi gray shining windows

The carts, the carts,  the big profitable ones,  vs the,   common ones.
exploration yes,  it happens,  but  do the bags care?
the algorithm island borders often sneak in from the side.

and, the gray blocks,  is this what they say?
Yell at the food,  get attention!
Hone your brain into flesh that sells, sells better.
throw the other food to the solar system
Your mind has to be important,  so how can the other grey blocks know better.

Open Source closed source no source all source buffet cafe not luck
Choices and environment,
where is it all?

Cafe Poem  Online

Molten C Contrabassoon
Stuck
in the earth


Piercing! into the crust                      
Column of air, powerful                   
Straw that bubbles ash and dust   

Molten Contrabassoon. the pull.  
the tune.
the grass around it
it trembles, it does not lull

The straw breathes in
It bellows
Molten low C
Molten C Contrabassoon.
The melody goes to a high B
The lava erupts
all around me.

Sizzling, I feel unsafe
The tune was,  the song hasn’t
reached its peak notes and sound

Molten Contrabasson, it’s push
The rhythm
the sky above it
fumes and love, red sky is hushed

The straw, breathes out, 
as it cries.
Molten Low A
Molten C Contrabassoon
The dynamics roar into a shout.
It’s rhythm
sustains like chimes.


Mystical instrument 
molten magic unknown
Where magma mild, burns down flint.

Molten Contrabassoon, it’s air
my gloom
The flooding pool
knows it is not fair.

The straw gathers
The spicy air
Molten Low G
Molten Contrabassoon
surrounded by dirt, and plant debris
it’s safe
from fiery fury.

Melody, all around town.
 conflicting harmonies
with fake renown.

Molten Contrabassoon, for real
the doom
is here just cool
the way it feels.

The straw knows
the perfect pitch
Molten Low F
Molten Contrabassoon
It’s own spot in the wild.
spicy mess
but relatively mild.


Note:
looped sound is a pitched down version of: S: Bassoon F#-3 Tenuto Vibrato by Carlos_Vaquero | License: Attribution Noncommercial

Contrabassoon Poem

Not A Rock Sonata

Right now, my heart goes out to Palestine, Conga, Sudan, and Tigray, all of which are under oppression which should not be allowed.

I believe a better future is possible,  and mourn for the future that is being stolen and destroyed. That is what I aim to express in this song.

There is a lot of needless destruction, needless suffering and needless death in the world.  The pain you feel in regards to suffering in this world, shows that you have empathy. 

It's possible that empathy can sometimes feel like a burden, but it is very much a power. Even those that don't feel empathy, can understand it, and use it too.  
Whether power is good, neutral, or bad,  depends on context.

It is disappointing there are so many people in power who perpetuate support of oppressive violence.  I'm disappointed in my own local federal government for their abstaining on the cease-fire vote. 

It hurts to feel powerless. The feeling of powerlessness is what those who inflict violence, want people to feel.

It is possible to instead recognise the power we do have.   If Israel didn't care about what the globe thinks, there wouldn't be so much effort in controlling public opinion.

We have the power to express our pain, and express our hope, and inspire others to do so as well.  
I don't imagine this one soundcloud page I made will be seen by many at all,  but I remain hopeful that with everyone sharing how they feel, a difference will be made.

If you haven't yet, I recommend you learn how to call your local federal representative. Perhaps even routinely tell them about the humanitarian issues that are on your mind.   

Any donations you can do to help people suffering, any boycotts you can participate in (prioritize the BDS Movement!), and any expression of hope or pain you can share with those around you,  do it. I encourage you to do whatever you can, no matter how small.

Lastly,  if all you hear about is the suffering that is happening,  you can become convinced that suffering is all there is.   There is however, no such thing as a monolith.  I recommend seeking out art and information about the myriad of experiences that constitute the life of those suffering under oppression. People are more than victims, and viewing people only as victims can limit their own agency.

One quick extra short note,   wear a mask!

How to Maintain Hope During Humanitarian Crises (that you are witnessing from afar)

This song is a part of my new album!

https://peferfish.bandcamp.com/album/eternal-esoteria-hifuu-anniversary-celebration

Eternal Transient Reign

https://peterkmusicart.wordpress.com/about-page/

Peferfish

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