Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic
She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
scratches on the disc
Try to understand.
We were meant to love.
And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love.
And failing that we were made to breathe.
And try again.
This is the product of an exercise. I was instructed to grab the 7th book on my shelf, turn to page 7, and use the 7th line as my first line. The poem was restricted to seven lines.
when my son was younger
he asked -
how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain
now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -
how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain
some things don't change.
r ~ 11/30/14
Hey, Son. :)
a warm dawning sun
rises slow on hazy horizons
with winds wildly
we wake up
to birds singing
timeless songs of morning
and our forgotten past
leaves us hanging
like willows weeping
in the rain
from this year's nanowrimo novel
Weeping Willows was selected as the daily poem November 10, 2014
It's in moments like these
where the universe is revealed
I find myself wandering the infinite land
searching for a lover and a friend
The moments of peace
where freedom is revealed
tales of Gods and Goddesses
New music my last hope
my first trip away from home
I am me ! can't you see?
i'm real not a normal human
i'm just meat
Why am i here?
dazed chasing desires and dreams
i could shake the ground beneath your feet
but things don't look always as they seem
Lets sail this ship to escape our past
Sins that killed the innocence while the demons laughed
It's in moments like these i fly high and dance with the stars
where i'm back to the womb
but for others it's just the tomb..
Words Of Harfouchism.
If you can relate to that, i admire you