Musical Ghosts

Free-style poetry

The musical ghosts are awake

Pulling me out of my wicked dreams

With a scream of a newborn hope

On the ruins of mystical yesterday
Into a well-known tomorrow
Where I worship honor
Where I neglect a face and a body, of nobody.

The musical ghosts are awake
Releasing my freewill as they suppress my needs
Burning sorrow into ashes
Bittersweet ashes of my enemies, ashes of my fears
Strumming strings of a nylon reality
Making a funeral at every last ring
And the ghosts still sing.

The musical ghosts are awake

Watching over me as I rarely sleep

Watching over my empty grave

As they count all that I gave

Can they worship the wind

Can they worship her body

As my scars heal another skin

As I drown into solitude, as I walk away from sin

Author's Note

Reviews are welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. I had to read a few times.
"The musical ghosts are awake
Watching over me as I rarely sleep
Watching over my empty grave
As they count all that I gave"
The term musical ghosts seem to have great impact on thoughts and life. I like the lines above. Had the feel of some kind of karma being observed. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[M.Kilani]

Thank you for the review my friend, always a pleasure to read your reviews.
You know how some songs remind you of people and then those songs get stuck in your head for so long like a ghost haunting a house and refuses to leave no matte what, it scares you and drives you insane, as for the karma part, it's more of a punishment for not doing the wrong thing.
Thanks again mate.
Mohammad.

[Sami Khalil]

"On the ruins of mystical yesterday
Into a well-known tomorrow
Where I worship honor"

[Sami Khalil]

"The musical ghosts are awake
Watching over me as I rarely sleep
Watching over my empty grave"

[Sami Khalil]

I like the title and content. Thank you for sharing.

[Blood Ink Diary]

Your poem arrested my sense and sensibilities all at once ! The poem is piercingly gorgeous with hues of subtle vulnerability. The use of metaphors aptly expressed and imagery is well-balanced.

The poem is a perfect balance of light and shadow - of us mortals who oscillate in redemption and sins, I reckon both needed in the essence of human-life. Last line captures my heart and seeps into the soul. What an expression, dear Kilani. Cheers

[M.Kilani]

Thank you very much Shaheen, it's my pleasure that you've enjoyed my poem.
Oscillate, it seems the word oscillate describes it perfectly, yet, there's some kind of paradox, where good things happen to those who sin, while those who seek redemption are bound to a lifetime of agony, on a greater scale it makes a balance, on a personal one it never does.
Thank you again for your kind words, dear Shaheen. Cheers.

[Blood Ink Diary]

Spot on, well said ! I couldn't agree more with you - even in my paradoxical rambling, I fail to appropriate the essence of your piercingly-lovely poem. Please do accept my salutations for such a wonderful poem !