Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw
the odd one out
just tagging along
I know the melody
but they won't let
me sing my song
feeling excluded
moping around
sorta like ah
big silly clown
get it back together
and mosey along
fix what broken
right that whats wrong
The Baritone;" We don't need know skoo bee doo de woops, we gonna do ooh-ah ooh we"
scram Mister let me sang with your Songstress, I'll show you it's
sopposse to be!"
"the smell of dance clubs and dancehalls got me reelin"
I'm reelin
and I'm dealing
with a newly felt feeling
make ah melody
make ah melody
aint nothing specail
about what I'm feeling
make ah melody!
ooh-ah ooh:ooh
ooh ooh
ooh!
Whence didst craft stopped the Winds of War,
and bring forth peace, forevermore.
Exact it is a slumber hence,
awaken sorts some recompense,
weary minds do not ask for more.
Sub base, Washington, in Bangor,
breaths a sigh scares I, what they store.
A misty boy loss -- skilless, thence.
... whence didst craft stopped?
Cajole lilacs replace the lore
and roses are just an eyesore.
Uke skilled guitar sing praise dispense,
days of guns and roses silence.
Claims I, etching muse sings a score
... whence didst craft stopped?
From His startling brush, blaze stars,
We save them like fireflies in jars,
Ours are in photos or memoirs,
Played in songs by clever guitars.
From His light, flow blessings galore.
It’s His sweet grace that I adore.
Nought compares to the love that’s ours.
Played in songs by clever guitars.
By His still, small voice, He assures,
He lives in our hearts, mine and yours!
Wonders found in God’s reservoirs.
Played in songs by clever guitars.
Follow guitar's lead daddy said.
in a calm, omnipotent way.
a jazz guitarist, he was revered.
His death was a shock.
She followed the lead of his guitar
through grief.
From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars,
Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars,
Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars,
Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours.
Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs,
Adding to the happy heart's memory, with lasting powers,
A summer night of music, and frog and cricket repertoires,
Such days will be remembered, in hued autumn's memoirs.
Tap and tabs overflowing
escaping from everyday life
you come home undergoing
a feeling of safety from the night life
you feel lost in the hustle
wishing you never left her at home
for one moment of bustle
with freedom you need not to comb
so one day you wake up
and realize what's it all for
quietly you stumble to stand up
as you walk into the door
she prays this will expire in her memoirs
for she stays true to her vows
her competition is bars and guitars
his is growing up from the drowse
Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.
Poet
was a day of gun
was amusic run
we came to play
it was guitarist day
we had chesse and ham
as we
GUITAR AND MUSIC JAM
Whilst Bruno Mars ascends new stars
Elvis Presley haunts old boudoirs
Second to none
They both have fun
Just strumming their gutsy guitars.
Guitars in the Night
There is a place I have not been,
I go there each night in all of my dreams.
The fictional world of fantasy.
I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived
And a worldwide vision called the T.V.
I woke up this morning after another dream;
I was late for work in my mind and the panic awoke me.
I looked at the clock it said 45 minutes past three,
So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I hum the tune inside my mind,
I can’t see the meaning; it doesn’t mean that I’m blind.
All I can hear are the words with meaning;
Something personal, just for me.
All we want is you by our side;
All we hear are guitars in the night.
All night long I’ve been singing this song;
I don’t know the words, but I sing along.
All I hear are the thoughts I am thinking;
I can pass the time in a blink of the eye.
Now I know what I must say,
To make you understand my mind.
I’ve got my feet firmly on the ground
And my head is in the clouds.
I’m a full time dreamer,
Who is full of self-doubt.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Guitars are sexy;
Like a woman's waist, curvy,
Held intimately.
Guitar, Bass Guitar,
Sharing one vertical stand.
I think they're mating.
He strums guitars over my head
While my cheeks are flushed pink
Like the sheets on my bed
Stolen glances will never come back
The pulse of my body
Screams loudly, “Heart attack!”
Oh, how the pillow hits my skull
Not the other way around
Pain from his voice is dull
No stars, solely strings to be heard
All twanged by his fingers
Fit perfect with his word
Electronic voice waves float below
A speaker pumping love
From this boy, a hello
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