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Jan 2016
Can you whistle into the glass seltzer
bottle in your hand so I can at least
hear something that is not human
voice?
As voices grow louder and are stripped
of melody and harmony,
all we hear is
lash of the
tiger.
Sound of roar and just can’t
seem to find the right words.
Maybe a spoon being tapped to a jar
would be a good start,
and we could take a bag of noodles
and shake it a little.
Just by creating sound of what we are given
in a peaceful way so we don’t hear
anger within a voice.
I cannot hear one yell without needing
to scream out frustration.
If you ever see me on the rooftops,
my guitar will do the shouting for me.
We need music in our lives.
Let it overtake the pain in your head
as it travels in your veins.
Learn from it,
and never scream
around me
again.
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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