Stop the music. Please, just stop the music....
Violin Cello Poetry:
      
                        Marry myself unto sleep again
one’s the one that usually is true
when again to curse the blue
Ella, I’m in Love with you.

I am a nightmare of the highest run to my parents degree
I give myself time to right the wrongs and to be
l(j)ust like every time to every clock to every rhyme
and every corner to every sign

through me you see ha to ha
Ellaaaaaha-ha Yes
Yes I knowing the know now
                        I have the right to sing well and ta da
Elaaaaaaaaaa
Elllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Blackout

The stillness in my mind
it's not a comfort.
It's
so empty.
Nothing is there.
Where are my thoughts?

I look close,
still nothing.
It's gone, all gone.
So black in a place where pictures and words should be.

I feel so lost.
No where to go,
nothing to say.
Communication is gone.
I am alone in this darkness.

Am I alone?
The only one,
with a mind that's blank?
Please
answer me.......

I would watch that movie
just one more time
if I watched it with her.

feeling the finer points of winters many truths
his ancient skin bruised by the many passing seasons
violence is his son
wasteland his daughter
church of the withering limb
apostle of the hurt soul
this poem is an open grave
this poem filled with my pain
and a thousand souls will rush forward
wanting to know this particular pain
wanting this scar on their own soul
the poem will speak to you in a voice so sweet
and you will want to know the world that spawned such
a lovely creature...one that could understand your particular pain
they will chase a vision of who you are to be to them
and your mind of dirt or dust will grind on
and your loneliness is not eased
your tears still sting like knives on your soul
i would give you all i have
all i have ever had
to just hold you in my arms
and be free to cry with you
cry with you

A blast from some dark past sounds quite murky. Swampy shallows we shallowly swim in, like ***, my brand new $2000 dress just got *****. Spend another $1000 on a trendy fashion, or 30. This poem sounds funny, but your selfish ******* sounds quirky.
A little birdie flew by and chirped for me to share the mashed potatoes AND the turkey.
Good advice guy! Once bitten, twice shy they say. Oh my! Nice try.
I'll look up at the sky and wish to live and not die. Wallow in YOUR misery and fry, the fish for YOUR mind.
Blame YOUR ****-ups on the World while millions perish in the night. **** YOUR fright.
Let's fight the good fight, while we step out of the dark, and into the light. Sounds tight!
You ***** and complain, while others are tortured in blind sight. You only focus on your muscles and might.
I'll focus on my mind, cause I'm right. Here's a cigarette, need a light? Pay it forward, while the Sun is still bright.
Might I inquire to en-light a lost flame? Take your baggage and keep walking, cause WE are all the ******* to blame.
This lion will never be tamed. **** over greedy people and feel shamed. I'll switch my face and my name and wash the past away in the rain. Pain makes you stronger. Never let your patience escape down the sink, or the drain.
Refrain from the wall that reflects sunshine from the stain. I hope this poem speaks to your brain, like ancient wisdom to lost claims.
Insane in the membrane, feelings are brought out in the day. Saying what's on your mind should not be thought lame.
I'm Dave and let's pay it forward and be brave.