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  Jul 2014 Dusan
Tea
For some reason,
I dreamed of summer,
a lonely beach,
the waves crashing against my feet,
sounds of thunder and rain in the distance
- the perfect sensation -
I was at peace
at that little place in my mind
that no one could ever enter,
no one.
But then, there was something in the air -
a fragrance;
so familiar, yet so distant
It reminded me of that
sandalwood perfume and
leather on heated skin and
chocolate cake that leaves
remnants of sweetness on my tongue and
old books I wished to read
with pages I longed to touch
And suddenly, my world,
my place,
was crashing down around me,
my head spinning
as strong hands cupped my shoulders gently
as if shaking me awake
but,
for some reason,
when I woke up,
I expected
to see
you.
Your existence haunts my dreams.
  Jul 2014 Dusan
Francie Lynch
Well, are you?
Did the news startle you
That things are a mess.
Gaza's imploding,
Palestine's exploding,
The Middle East could use some help.
In the Communist countries,
There's an electronic curtain
Keeping people out.
Planes go strangely missing
Over unknown ground;
Others don't go missing,
They're eagerly missled down.
There's millions starving
All around;
Meaningful work is hard to find,
Self-worth is in decline.
Under the steeple
There's fewer people,
But that was another time.
My bills are stacking,
We're seriously lacking
A government we can trust.
By any account, our sorry world
Is rightly ****** right up.
If you're not ******,
Then you've missed
The news at six o'clock.
Dusan Jul 2014
The sound of my bass that I make these days is
for you,
it plays for you.
It waits for you to hear his present
that sounds like me saying
I love you.
It sings about your hair, fresh, as millions of roses;
about your face, like the desert next to the beautiful Nile.

17 roses are the key
and 17 kisses that I'll give are from me.


Even when I sound cheesy and cheap
You look at me like I'm your dream
You forgive, and love you give.
And I am forever grateful
to be next to your red rose hair,
and beautiful face that tells
a story of a brave girl
that just got 17 roses fair and square
from a man that looks at her
like the happiest creature that ever lived.

The bass guitar tries hard to tell you all of this.
Please listen, hear the words from it.
There are mistakes in the sound
Just like there are mistakes in life,
But when the bass finishes his song
the whole story tells a life full of
joy, happiness and freedom.

That is a sound only made for you,
it has no words.
*But notes can tell more
than all of the words in the world.
Dedicated. There is a bass song i made for this, but it is poorly recorded, until i don't record it in better quality i wont share it
Dusan Jul 2014
And so as we slowly walk on the beach
The sunset is shooting the last rays of light on your tanned face.
I see the purity and freedom in your eyes,
the days passing by,
but your eyes still look the same.
They're still looking at me,
telling me that my presence is
important to you.
So I grant you with a kiss on your eyes every day
In hope that they will stay
the same as every day.
Listen to this song while reading
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SFt7JHwJeg

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