Music and Women

'Music and Women'


 Music is furniture

 A subtle presence to detain silence's torture

 The best piece being the understated overture.


 Women begin to inflict me

 Prick at me with clawing felinity

 Hurting me, murdering me slowly.


 My mind is unkempt

 Desires and whims are thus left

 Ne'er to be sated, adding to acute discontent.


 Bereft and spiritually in debt

 I'm trapped in penning many a tedious triplet

 One after the other, minute by minute.


 Their sole purposes to decorate time

 Embellish space, fill a line

 But nothing more, nothing else to consign.

 
 Ringing in unison to a bell's chime.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014



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Date: 6/22/2014 10:40:00 PM
Women are indeed a great mystery, yet so wonderful are they too!!!! Bravoooo!!
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