"PS-400 Old Poets- Brilliant Colored Glass" by Numi Who

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words derived from 'Accusatory Poem' by Barbara Gibbs ver. brilliant_colored_glass_chorus

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Author

words: Barbara Gibbs and wbiro; music: wbiro

Rights

wbiro

Uploaded

September 10, 2011

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:51

Story behind the song

New Yorker magazine poem semi-improv

Lyrics

Source Poem: 'Accusatory Poem' by Barbara Gibbs

Like shifting chips of brilliant colored glass,
As seen through the eye of a kaleidoscope.
Your moods are prismed in a mirrored space,
Where self-regarded changing images
Form fragments of imagined lives and hopes.

Through God's eyes light seem through your eyes to diffuse,
With images that fill the mirrors up;
Your moods are prisoned in a mirrored space,
Who's meanings you self-servingly assess,
Or forging your weapons of a deathly scope.

Like shifting chips of brilliant colored glass
That are let fly to injure those who pass,
Who lend an eye of kindness or friendship;
Your moods are prisoned in a mirrored space,
Therefore I shield my eye from the eyepiece,
Less sharpness be the injury I keep!

derived from 'Accusatory Poem' by Barbara Gibbs

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