Red VioletA Poem by Rose F.What is music?
Flashing flair
The beat moves through you veins
Pumps your blood
And leads you to an unconscious dream
The pride of your words flowing
The originality of your soul louder
The thrill of eyes running with your thoughts
The applause of one work gives you more power
Each note
Each calligraphic line of present, future, and past
Makes you fulfill the hunger of your ears
And you can feed it with a short stereo blast
My life as a country kid
My life a street punk in between a library and a park
My life as a church faker
My life is a book, a song, a work of art
My heritage, your heritage
The songs of our fathers fathers mothers mother
The deserved tears of a stubborn country
And the tears of a lover
Holidays, birthdays
My day, your day
Denying combat, army war torn hearts
And poor rich kids going astray
Beats of a city
And ones from a truck in the rural
Rocking to a ipod on a subway
Or in 20 below weather as you walk past a mural
The ball in a gym as it hits the floor
The washing machine knocking rhythmically against the house
The breaths of your true love sleeping
And the leaves crunching from the steps of a scattering mouse
What may be annoying to me
May be a musical masterpiece to you
So many beats to different drums
What is YOUR lyrical muse?
© 2009 Rose F.Reviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 19, 2009 AuthorRose F.I want to leave, ALAboutI'm 22. I'm a very eccentric person. I love life but I don't love dealing with it. Aerosmith makes any day better. Self expression makes the world go round. more..Writing
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