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Nathan Hicks Mar 2013
Life is such a funny thing,

See, we search our whole lives for happiness,

but the feeling I get, listening to someone sing?

Man, its indescribable, its simply the best.

The gentle sound of an acoustic guitar,

being carefully and skillfully strummed,

It just makes you lose sense of where you are,

and to the music you are helplessly succumbed.

The rhythmic flow of beating drums,

The distant cousin of the metronome,

Very stringent on keeping time, always was,

Straying only shortly before returning home.

Black and white don't seem so melodic,

I know, to say the least their just shades of course,

but large stands the piano, laid keys upon it,

and even larger than that, pertains its voice.

Beneath it all sneaks such a sound,

A rumbling beast who shakes the room,

The rope in which such art is bound,

The bass explodes, the speakers boom.

So simple is are these instruments,

The tools that build our minds creations,

Made with basic implements,

yet they harness our great imaginations.

Now, Everyday we search and search,

For happiness and money and then we use it,

We search for things beyond us, we go to church,

When all we really need, is music.
Nathan Hicks Mar 2013
Her head on my chest and my face in her hair,

And as she glances up I'm reluctant to stare,

Our eyes slowly meet and then lock into place,

But my eyes start to wander and study her face,

Shallow her breathing and fast beats her heart,

Life is so simple her here in my arms,

Tomorrow's so far so let's just enjoy now,

In the deep sea of blankets, slowly we drown.
Nathan Hicks Mar 2013
Hello my friend,

My love, my dear,

How far we've come,

we've made it here,

To this day,

this hour, second,

fighting our fears,

Love as our weapon,

Fight by my side,

I'll fight by yours,

let take this world,

We'll make it ours.
Nathan Hicks Mar 2013
People perfect the act of procreation,

Consensual sensations, such sensual sin,

See any old man can lead an army,

Yet the hardest of hearts is required to win,

So when the the time withers, relentless and real,

And carelessly you toss all your cards on the table,

Only you, yourself, can conquer your demons,

If you are as willing as I know you are able.

— The End —