rooted in reality
clearly defined
rudimentary information
bootids:Sangier sing me!
Writer: write me!
Composer: Compose me!
I am a song, when sung
might I erect the ruins of this world.
When sung might I make straight those crocked places!
When sung might I inspire a world of doubters.
That they might believe and love me.
That rehearsed might I endure forever,
the staple of classicism.
Instrumented thru out the fabrics of our lives.
The sheer beauty to reveal the beauty beneath it's sheer newness.
sung to strings and horns, that woodwinds might blow to honor
the words of it's songstress.
might the song host the singer instead of the singer hosting the song!
when the song stress the love, might all love the songstress,
only to hear her tales of love, and admiration.
than might she stand to the world and say...
I AM THE SONG!
Categories:
instrumented, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, celebration,
Form: Ballad
She hides her heart behind misleading eyes, layered with mahogany colored armor & a cloak of insecurities, walking as the proud figure of beauty when all she really wants... is to be accepted. She is, n open book of words unread, full of dread she wished she could express but is too afraid and borders herself away from the world around her. With pearls as her microphone head, lines of poetry as its staff & a background full of instrumented blasphemed romance, attached to an undercoating of Verde. She is, misunderstood and outspoken.. &she reminds me so much of myself. The well anticipated J. Cole concert we'd all been waiting for. She is, the reincarnation of musical masterpieces played through nimble vocal cords, & she's capable of so much more.. than she'll ever truly know..
Categories:
instrumented, art, dedication, devotion, passion,
Form: Prose Poetry