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Moksha Poetry Jun 2016
In darkness vibration spirals into light
Sweet echoes fill an emptiness of heart
I am searching for the spirit
Between the strings

All thought dissipates in clear wind
As fingers roam and bend  
Pushing beyond what is heard
Never silenced

Strums of clarity  
Lift me to the edge
White dawn rests forever bright
Here I drift; a guest inside the great sound

Silent breath enraptures
The song is unsung
Notes have soaked in the land
Releasing me to internal flight

Melody of the spirit
Welcomes my steady gaze
Play for me the strings of light
Cradle me on the curve of this world
Duke Thompson Jun 2016
lonely chord tired guitar play
soul numb as callous fingers
heart hollow as sea rusted string
flat wrought steel,
peeled off tire
fire face melted

fleeting garish glimpse of starch shirt 60s
itchy lice life like gene spliced flight patterns
bioengineered space age

Han Solo with (hold) full o'Spice
Synthetic Cannabinoids sprayed on Marshmallow leaf ruin life

Chewie grab the bowcaster, ill grab the glock foe blaster
Smash, mash and crashed'er like Britons of Lancaster
trash i wrote drunk
Another night, another song, another legion showcase

Some friendly folk just out for fun, an acoustic disgrace.

It's little cash, but lots of fun spinning discs on weekends

I play a few and sit and watch the wanna be's and girlfriends

In between I play some songs on the old piano

It's fun to hear them sing along, and see what songs they do know

I've been doing this for twenty years, to take away the boredom

I used to tour, I was big time, in rock and rolls great whoredom

I had a hit, but only one way back in the gloaming

We never had another one, and since then I've been roaming

The song we had, it hit the charts and stayed there for a while

I hear it every now and then, and still it makes me smile

The guys and I had formed a band, way back in high school

We played a bunch of cover songs, we thought that we were so cool

We wrote a few, some pretty bad but one got attention

It wasn't great, the title was one I can't mention

Apparently another group had sung a song just like it

We had to change the words around in order to make it fit

We cut the disc, it found a niche on a country station

We were not a country band , but our song had hit the nation

"My Pretty Little City Girl" was now out on the airwaves

We'd wait and see if she survived and how the country behave

Nashville grabbed it first and ran, the song went up to twenty

In only two weeks on the air, the **** thing got played plenty

Another week, up twelve more spots..things were going great

We'd shot on up from twentieth, now we're were in eighth

Two more weeks, this was such fun...the song just kept on climbing

So we tried to write another one, and off we started rhyming

We made it up to number three, and there we sat for two weeks

We'd have a fantastic run, but there was where we would peak

We tried for years to make a go and tried to write another

But, we were done, we'd had our shot, we're back to singing covers

So, here I sit spinning discs at Legions and at fall fairs

They send us out to do our song, but, there's no one who cares

We're just a band of has beens now, of wanna be's from history

Even when you google us, there's nothing there...a mystery

You see it happened so **** fast, we only had the one song

We made the chart for two whole months, not for very **** long

Of all us five, two are gone, the rest we get together

We jam a bit, and play fall fairs, although we hate the weather

The song you know, it's in your head, and when we get to sing it

It's funny how most everyone, knows all the words and bring it

We used to play to thousands when they tried to get us started

But now we play to hundreds who weren't born when we all parted

So here I am, just spining discs and playing songs in legions

I travel all around the states, I've played in every region

But, when I play that song for them, and sing on the piano

"My pretty little city girl" is one I find that they know

I never say  I wrote it, just it's one I like to do

But, every time I play it, it sounds as if it's new

And after I go back and play requests left by my side

Like "Penny Lane", 'The Gambler" and "Magic Carpet Ride"

I play what people ask for and sometimes I give a twirl

I play an old scratched version Of "My Pretty..do dah girl"

I sit back and I smile as I watch them dance along

Not knowing that I'm sitting here, the writer of the song

I'm a one hit wonder superman, riding off into the mist

Thinking of the songs I could have wrote and all the girls I kissed

My past,it still surrounds me ....I can't imagine what I'd do

Just think about it people....what if we reached number two?

so, another night, another song, an empty legion hall

My life is full of music and yes....my life has been a ball !!!
Simon Fox Dec 2015
Don't wait in the crowd, you will only fall down
Trampled

Under soles, made of gold, truth unfolds
Five years untold

The mark still remains

Such fashions in place, removing your face
Would be a good start

Forget your heart, as you take part
Now we can begin

Subconscious is screaming out
Another year, we'll shut it down

Now you're leading the crowd
So sickly and proud
Full of emptiness

The badge you wear, salutes the carelessness
But wait, unsure, an itch, now a sore
What can this be

The weight, unbearable
This part, so familiar

What can this, what can this be
Saying to me, all that I see
It's faded, degraded

A mark profound, rests on my brow

The print of gold as it did scold
It branded me and left me cold
All of those fateful years ago

I remember my place
I remember my soul

I'll flee from the crowd
Yes, I'll fly out of town
Back to the past

I'll dig him up, because, because
Oh to be who I once was
Hear the song: (coming soon)
Simon Fox May 2016
I'm ghost walking, you got nothing on me
Free roaming, life so care free

Blessed be, precious me, blessed be

Shed my soul, been gone for weeks
So much space, finally now I can breath

Blessed be, precious me, blessed be

I dare you all, see what happens when you try
Come on and climb, get past this wall

If you've no fear of heights, we'll be just fine

I'm the comic now, it's in the delivery
But the truth be told, it's all honesty

The air so clean, if I could just help myself
So refreshing to breath

Blessed be


Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
Simon Fox May 2016
Walk the hill, reach the top
Lead horizon, see it drop

Scale the mountain, taste the sky
Clouds are sour, stinging your eyes

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do

Soft and warm, wrapped in despair
If I'm void of concerns, then for what do I care

Paint the walls white, a thousand layers
No memories to bite, and silence my prayers

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do


Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
Simon Fox May 2016
Now you're gone
You're around me

Even more
You surround me

Always here, so close now
Disappear, I don't care how

Call it a dream, a fantasy scene
Falling, remembering

Don't you know, that you hold me
Something grows and I hold you

Accountable for cherished turmoil
Something undone, disturbing soil

Call it a dream, a fantasy scene
Falling, remembering

Calling me


Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
Snehith Kumbla May 2016
spout
mayflowers
on my arms

splash
in a fall of
cascade

sing
myself a
melody

fling
a paper
airplane

make arrow
heads of
words

step out
stare intent
at stars

string an
old guitar
to frenzy

run to
the beat
of my feet

very
very
slowly

count
up to
ten

a room
caught in
mid-waltz

hush in  
a storm's
aftermath  

debris
strewn
around
Colten Sorrells May 2016
well

...

I was pickin a diddly
on my gittinfiddle
the other day

'cos, well...
I'm a gittinfiddler

and as soon as I gripped
my fiddler
and picked,
just hard enough
to tickle the diddly-hole
a little bit
all of the sudden
it
let out
the single most
gittinfiddlediddliest
sound
that had ever
violated
my tender
juicy
ear holes


**** was crazy

anyways,
I didn't miss a stroke
as I fiddled out
the remainder
of that diddly
on my gittinfiddle
with my fiddlediddler
right in the sweet spot
...

just far enough
from the diddly-hole

and the result*
was
******'
gittinfiddlediddlilicious
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