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If mem'ry was paper
Were pens as sharp as swords
Writers would be soldiers
Pure poets likely lords
If poets starve on streets
Warriors slay the hordes
Greed often slaughters souls
Death strums its chilling chords
If fields have bodies strewn
Those thought to win the prize
Dead dreams forever fall
Their courage not to rise
If lords plot ploys for spoils
Though brave hearts wage the fight
At dawn dust does settle
Victors blind by the light
If rulers feign fake claims
To get their willful way
Then brave heads see the truth
When mindsets will not sway
If dreams do make some sense
As dark turns into day
Each morn as we wake up
Trust what the brave ones say
Round and round and round we all go
Musical notes defining destiny
Who shall we love?
Who lives and who shall die
Whimsical chords linger softly
As we sing our way along in life
The notes of the universe sing true
The music lives through out all time
Tears fall from my face
Onto musical notes in black
The ink becomes smeared and blurry
Emotions kill the waltz of life
Dance of the Knights, bring me to somber moods
Love and death I know shall embrace
The conductor for this is assured
As round and round we all go
On and on, we dance and twirl
Infinity entwined within our musical scores
Musical sheets, explain lust filled nights
Yet the notes fall flat, upon the floor
The serenade has come to an end
The theorist is laid to rest
Love has died, and thus the musical silence
Wagner told you so
In the warmest of seasons,
when the cheerless moon of a remote town
rises from beyond the fir and maple-covered hills,
in great suspense and silence,
a brief song is played by this guitar
with a few chords and numerous notes:
making up the merriest melody
sustained by a perfect and simple harmony...
I am the author and the composer,
expressing my feelings in an unusual norm,
regardless how the critics will judge it,
for words and music should have an effective form:
free of impurity, lively and up-beat,
something likable by every singer,
to make such a unique composition notable,
and be remembered by every mortal...
I play it to my oldest friend, a royal friend who listens
and seldom gets bored by the lively strokes of the strings;
melancholic moon, I like to see you smile for a change:
to be sad is evoking death itself when no bird sings,
and darkness shows its cadaverous, unmerciful face!
When fear is very real and perceptible in each sense,
life departs from us and evil spirits frantically dance;
melancholic moon, gaze down and lighten up your rage...
I am no genius or pretend to be,
and my humanness and wisdom are always
reflected by a justified action and a truthful word:
to draw the attention of the stubborn;
and playing a brief song with this guitar, elates me
and dissolves my grim look of loneliness,
to confidently get me through this lovely and eternal night,
but hesitant and murky moon, turn on that luminous light!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Used to be sex scandals..Treason spys betrayal lies
Did some wear suits and sandals? But why
Digress? We see no less..indeed such retrograde
Examples..And regression; there is no
Suppression of avatistic, evil actions death
Is a (great industry) s r a..Rituals of a low-rachy..Genocide wars collide.' Who can make the biggest gain.? Laud that nation
Sedate its citizens again..desensitize dis-harmonize.' Deifiy and demonize.' Play the chords dim the lights.' Then Bathe in blood
Is that your delight.? It pays to kill, are the innocents better.? In your estimation.? I mean? Is it a higher pay
grade getter..? I hear
The grinding of many gears.' The rash apportion.' The play on fear..To kill the elders.' Was just a sop to the crowd whose morals you frayed..? Or shredded morelike; zouds.! And here we see the basest tricks.'
Exposed despised..Example Scandle ectremely 'Sic'
If you were to embrace me one moment,
I would melt in the fissures of your throbbing prestidigitation
My heart would dare not let me see the poison you excrete
My mind would make excuses, to be in your arms again
Devil! how you break me down so lovingly,
With fingers so candid on my gyrating frame
I am frightened by the chords you play on me
With those magic lips and that impassioned tongue
I befall speechless as I clutch you
Your auspicious words keep me partially consolidated,
As I tremble with every whisper in this gelatinous agitation
I mean to divorce my pleading fervor so that I may breathe
And overcome this pressing desire to please you
Devil! how you weigh me down so blithely,
I cringe, and I recoil—you merely close in
With certainty you plunge unwavering
Your sorcery slaying all of my resistance
If I were to embrace you again,
The fires of promise you enchant me with would die, and slowly
The ice of your soulful lies would shatter my mind, so fixedly
And my stubborn heart would cry, cursedly,
“You have endured thus far, and forever always!”
when I last looked
snow sprawled in
like an embrace from a foreign world
outdoor walk suspended
by squabbles of sleeted wet
unappealing chords
of ice pellets that stand hair on edge
to coat a hatless head in splinters
force that shapes a winter's pace
implanted temper
abrasions
in tracks of snow
as February squeezes into loins
an ache
my icy fingers
trace the window, vaporized
a shield of separation
a pledge of freedom re-booted
like green paths rising
a shifting focus
till March tramps into place
month of mis-rule
ornamental promise
that a turnstile world
clangs change
when I next look
to turn the page
Poem written February 23, 2023
Epochal courses a tamed countryside,
Spectacle sparkles glowing trees and boughs,
Pedestal weights and measures counter slide,
Sensible enshrine flexible reigned bows.
A sentinel taps chords and ivories,
The typical lose blues and notes the muse,
The miracle resonates mute carries,
A mythical being awaits its dues.
As Bach spirited his classical piece,
Some brought heart and soul, yet their ears came first,
Has God Heaven sent his blesseth song sheets,
Glass box reveals harmonic sharp verses.
Gentle-deft barters simply and ables,
Treble Clef and all the rest, well arranged,
Level weft swaps light, keyboard, and pedals,
Special, left Bach's masterful skills remained,
Talk, Before the flow of the pens.
Speak Before I send molten lava
Chat Before the beam shines
Chat and don't return to the drama
Speak We're not one of those herd.
And in the midst of outrage, we hear cheering.
Your decree, such as the tone of bard,
Sprouting, but hard, like the rose shading.
In the chords of reason and devotion,
A symphony of emotion emerges quite deeply.
Oh, the story, we need to reconcile our clear vision,
I think the power to bring, that time to try.
It's got basic rhymes and tales from his ability.
O poem. Let's make a tent mate, for a party.
Erase The Human Race
With one empty space
I can erase the human race
From the daze of the gray haze
When the days create the case
For an ironic song of wrongly structured
Verbs where every line is on the curb
With one solitary tap of the keyboard
I can record morbid and sordid chords
Abhorred by the hordes of lords
Who were painted so high on the fly
Like false dimes in time to rhyme
On the memory of a fallen poet
And we could surely blow it
We all know it
With one line we define our humanity
On the pages of insanity
Locked in the basement of vanity
Our fingers feverishly fingering
A fake falsetto
Over orange skies
Like flies we flock to the newest thing
Which brings us to sing of rings and bling
While we fling the wings of the king
The keys are falling all around
Found and bound and bounced
And flaunted by the haunted and daunted
Who thought they could do the right thing
When the fight tonight on this moonlight sonata
Could bring the end to our technological structure
It's with one empty space
That I can erase the human race
Am I ever going to sing today?
This whispering voice of my throat
As if there is an ocean locked in a boat
How it could be ever possible
My dreams are eternally valuable
The kinetic energy which is residing
At the nucleus of my heart
When these emotions of mine
Getting ready to be released
A song of infinite lines
Suddenly I feel an aroma
Leading to a vivid charisma
Like roses hugging fresh air
Dazzling lights and the full moon
Tides humbly touching my feet
Motivating my empty soul of yesterday
My vocal chords are tuned
Song of joy has emerged
I thank you my Lord, the most merciful
For the enchanting end of this day