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to irritate an instrument
to intrude into an interlude
to extract the extrapolation
from a well developed tune

to manipulate the melody
to solo with your soul
and finally to finish
with your really groovy goal

Lots of ways to sing it sad
Lots of ways to gig real good
Lots of ways to write it wrong
or dance to it, like you do
Music isn't just in the tempo,
there's also lyrics and notes and dance and above all, personallity
A highway is a path like any other
Don't you know?
A path that you can share with another
Down the road
I will share my path as a highway
For the many
I will share my poems because I think that
I am ready
When you read it so often
It’s inscribed into your soul
Maybe its time that its story be told
Start from the start
End at the end
Share it with your fellow men
And they’ll hear it too
And they’ll pass it on
So that all of the world can hear its sweet song
radyetsad Apr 2015
The fainted whispers echo around him
They consume every piece of dignity he contains,
They stretch out and reach to grab his pain
And laugh and eventually make this poor soul go insane
What are these people doing you ask?
They are taking his ****** orientation and make him go aghast;
The fact that people nowadays throw a face of disgust over two guys holding hands
Makes me want to go lay in a soft bed of sanity,
Because I support the rainbow community
If it makes him feel better I will go and buy a rainbow bumper sticker to prove my loyalty
To heal any wounds exposed to him
To heal any wounds that control him
My dear friend:
Don't you dare force yourself to a girl to make the blank and ugly stares fade
To make every aching day go away
No don't do this,
Grab your secret lovers hand
Dance with flare and don't turn around
Your past is in the past
Your future may lie ahead
But present, don't let it control you
Don't let manipulation takeover you
This goes out for the girls too
Louise Belle Apr 2015
i want to share everything with you,
i want happy days,
sad days,
lazy days,
crazy days,
i want everything you'll give me.
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
Share with me the climactic battle between the waves of the sea and the so-called feeling of being free.
I once saw a little bird.
It was shy at first, when I approached.
Stepping back with every step I took,
I could see my wishes fade.

I tried the next day and the day after
but the result didn't change.
Neither I nor the bird seemed to understand
each other.

After awhile I stopped.
I sat down and just smiled at it.
And as the days went on and on
I stopped thinking.

"You should have tried harder,
coming closer day by day"
, a friend said,
telling me I had given up in the middle,
leaving an opportunity, wasted.

Grateful for his advice I replied, that he was right.
I could have tried longer and could have pushed harder
and maybe one day I would have come closer
even close enough to catch this little guy.

"You se...", he wanted to say, when I interrupted him:
"... but you know", I calmly said, *"I just forgot about this bird,
because I had already found a friend to sit around and share
some beautiful moments together."
Amy H Mar 2015
a moment in the future
bids us come.
it can't come back to us
so we must run;
hasten our steps
along the winding path
that straightens as
it leads to us at last.

a moment in the future
bids us strive
for in it is
the start of both our lives;
when you and I are
only just a part
as oneness binds us
body, mind, and heart.

a moment in the future
bids us share
what can't be kept
from One with whom you care;
when evening talk turns
minutes into hours
and time and love and words
are only Ours.

a moment in the future
bids us walk
while hand in hand
Our strength will be my rock;
an anchor to my mind
and to my heart,
Our love will always
have the greatest part.

a moment in the future waits for *Us
A very old moment indeed, and yet still not arrived.
Amy H Mar 2015
Where is joy?
In that flower.
Can you climb inside with me?
Where is sweetness?
In the nectar,
carried far by bees.
For they know what we don't
that joy and sweetness must be spread
and life doesn't give the right
to hold it all,
all the time.
Don't stop the bees.
They'll come again,
if you wait.
In life is not happiness seasonal?
Jack Thompson Mar 2015
I'm cold. A chill in the air.
Wood fire dwindling to smolders.
Ash crisped cinders to share.
Cotton between our shoulders.
That endearing musk of burnt wood.

A soft kiss on your cheek.
My arm wrapped round you.
I whisper in your ear
those words I do love to speak.

"I'll distract you not from the beauty of this world,
nor the loves you've counted.
I'll never let you waver from your hearts dream.
Stay true - look up ahead and mine will be seen."

This faint light up ahead.
It flickers and dances.
Clawing and bubbling to break.
Daylight will be upon us, no chances.
Don't blink or you'll miss this.
The birth of life - light years away.
An explosion of color flooding the sky.
Life inspiring feeling - opposite to grey.
Rain of warm power filling my voids.

A dream born anew each day.
A love found in you.
Explored in every single way.
A never ending gift.
If only we're awake.

Just then as it broke.
Did you feel it?
I felt yours and you mine.
Our hopes and dreams become one.
A valley of trust now glowing.
Warm tones red through yellow.
Delivered by the morning saint.
My dream revealed.
Endless passion only the sun could paint.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
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