Messenger of Music, of LoveA Poem by Hippyits where i go when i play guitar and where i wish to send them one day and its a vision of mineThe man walks on stage. The lights burn his bloodshot eyes; Long blond hair Half down his naked back
His pants tattered and worn. Holes exposing his naked legs.
Calloused, Bare feet from his long walk to and from the promised land. where he learned his magic, They are about to see.
Guitar in his hand, he stares to the crowd. There is a million blank faces, screaming and cheering for a show.
He speaks in his low, soft voice.
"This show is more than a show. It will be a spiritual experience, where you will all see the truth of music and the love of yourself toward others"
That's when he started strumming away, picking and plucking in his magical way. their eyes lift him up as he left the world; ascending him to the next plane.
he left a body filled with music and love, from this place of majesty he sent down; the instructions to this beautiful melody.
His music lifts them, from this earthly plane to a world where time, sin, and every evil desire no longer exist
he leaves love, to fill evils place. Their souls are lifted and merged together, in an estate of pleasure
They feel each others essence and all blind hatred is replaced with the eternal form love.
their ears bleed with tears of joy, for this man's majestic music.
When the man stopped, their hearts cried out for more; for they felt as though no time has passed. even though time has flown by.
In the pleasure of it all, they must leave the show; yet with higher state of mind.
Smiles on their faces, they were filled with a new essence
One of love. As they have all been enlightened with a new perspective of the world.
for themselves, by the holy gift of music. © 2010 HippyAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on February 21, 2010 Last Updated on March 2, 2010 AuthorHippyUnderland, INAboutMy names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..Writing
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