Liar

 

Damn the song

Here’s my music

The blur of lines

Stretched across my mind

Each blob a stain across the measure

Stretching notes into one another

Melding song with tune

And beat with rhythm…

But where’s the instrument

The master of staccato

Beating out each note

Tone-deaf and misunderstanding.

The screech of the band knows no law

But the notes it’s read.

 

The horns…

God, the horns,

Wailing into the night

Symphonic distorted

Each blow a cry of plight

For they tire

Yet the notes won’t retire

While their wind is on fire

And at their muffled shouts of pain

Shouts the music

“Liar!”

 

Those hands

I’ve seen them before

Playing out a disaster.

Each lay of the finger,

Another sweet tune played,

Cracks a knuckle,

spinning from the chord

Of its birth

And whipping through the air.

But duck now,

Here comes the flame

Of the orchestrated dragon

Filled with the hate,

Unwilling to dissapate

 

The horns…

God, the horns,

Wailing into the night

Symphonic distorted

Each blow a cry of plight

For they tire

Yet the notes won’t retire

While their wind is on fire

And at their muffled shouts of pain

Shouts the music

“Liar!”

 

But still the night fights

Against musical might

Pumping out through the crowd

Deafened with wonder.

Addicted to the beast

The dragon growing,

With each stanza measured,

And each beat pines

As it’s lost to the beast’s spine

 

The horns…

God, the horns,

Wailing into the night

Symphonic distorted

Each blow a cry of plight

For they tire

Yet the notes won’t retire

While their wind is on fire

And at their muffled shouts of pain

Shouts the music

“Liar!”

Author's Note

So. It's three minutes to midnight, and wouldn't you know it, I can't sleep. It's nothing new really. There's a kind of peace that comes with the night, like it's afraid of the light. Either way, I was awake, and I've still got homework to do, so I figured I'd come own and publish these poems that I've been dying to post. I wrote this a week or two ago. I'm not sure. Time has been moving strangely for me lately. It's not my greatest, but it's something. 20 seconds to midnight.... Hmm. Well.... Good morning.

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[amailleia]

Good morning...Evening...Cuz that's when im reading this..you always confuse me more with your author's note than with your poems! i'm not seeing anything about a hidden meaning in this A'sN, so I'm wondering what it is now...