Long Musiclife Poems
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Take hold of my hand,hold onto me,never
let me go,look into my eyes,let your body
go,give into my spell,let me take your
mind to a world of extacy,don't hesitate
let yourself fall in love with me,dance
with me into the night and listen to my
symphony of the night.
Don't worry weather if this is right or wrong
in my cold arms is where you belong you bring
life into my soul,because of you my cherie
my cold,black heart can finally beat,you bring
out the good in me,you have tamed the demon
inside me,now that I have you in my grasp we are
one at last,with the moon as our light in the sky
let us listen to the symphony of the night.
My dear pledge your love to me,give me every
fiber of your being,give me every ounce of your
blood and soul to me,give up your life to be
with me,take my hand,take my blood,take my life
let my blood flow within you and when you take
mines you shall have eternal life within you,dance
with me as my creatures of the night plays the
symphony of the night.
You have brought new life within me,I am you black
knight in shining armor that has reached for your
hand and pulled you out of your grave and I have
taken all or your pain away,I am your Count and your
are my Countess,together we roam the night and
my children of the night will make beautiful music
with their symphony of the night.
Form:
The tone of the piano crying,
the strum of the guitars
abrupt interruption,
extending an invitation
for the base's deep murmur
to accompany them in their misery,
drums beat to the drop of tears.
the violin screams,
agonizing sounds evolve,
involvement of the flute, and trombone,
giving clarity to orchestral sound
emanating from the stage.
Music in all it's glory, talks to us ,
with such meaning
whaling in unison to create,....
The Master.
The Master talks, our body senses are aroused
minds go into relief mode
Tearing everyday tension and stress away
lifting us higher to the power.
Filling our needs and wants.
Free of the empowering ridicules
of life and it's co-existers
As the Masters voice in musical instruments
finalize to a strum,... beat, .... tone.
The Masters message ends.
The piano cries no more,
in exhilaration of life once again.
It's last tear drop plinked.
Glen Harris
© March 2011
From the nursery-rhyme tunes of the children,
To the funeral dirge played at the end,
You wander through life in the arms of a song,
And the music’s your favorite friend.
From those rock-n-roll songs with your sweetheart,
To the music on her wedding day,
The organ was playing and your eyes were blurring
As you watched her and him drive away…
The song doesn’t last, no, it’s fading too fast,
And you can’t hold the note very long,
It’s a little off key but it warms you and me:
We’re passing through life on a song.
From those uncensored songs when you’re drinking,
To the taps at the soldier’s farewell,
Those lullabies crooned to your very first child,
To those hymns that brought you home from Hell.
As hamlet might say, the question in this:
To sing or not to sing?
The answer’s so easy and I know you know—
Yes, your life is a song on the wing…
MUSIC SPEAKS
Music speaks when everything else in life just wont work.
That song that reminds you of what life is worth.
Turn up the music untill the speakers bleed.
Listen to the words because the music speaks.
Hide behide the head phones so the world wont see;
Just who you really want to be.
That song that brings you to complete tears.
That song that allows you to forget about all of the pain and fear.
Music speaks fromthe heart.
From the moment thatthe beat starts.
Music is a story in som elses words.
It reminds us of life and our own twists and turns.
WRITTEN BY: KARA YOST 2009
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