Unspoken words find closed ears, they need to be heard.
Baby boy your words rain down on me, they nourish my world
Plant themselves deep grow steep and bring beauty to you and me
Too bad this only happens in my dream
Sweet melodies consume my heart as a simple thought of you escapes my mind
The thought of you engulfs me, embraces my soul and comforts my love
Your keystrokes and guitar strums create a tune that is unique
One of a kind, each note and beat mixing and intertwining to form a never-ending track
Slowing turning under the needle, escaping through the amp
Catching a wanting ear, traveling beyond the mind and deeper into me
Staying playing on repeat your love’s melody
Pluck at my heart’s strings
What happened to our dream?
My love feels deceived, my heart hurts, the tears stream
Our music has died but the tune still lingers
I miss each stroke, each note, each finger
Plucking at those strings, working those piano keys
Sweet sniffles now drown out that once beautiful symphony
Melodies have deceased, the leaking has increased
Two egos, two hearts, destroyed beautiful music at its, thought to be, indelible peak
Monday, November 24, 2008
A few words....
I would like to welcome everyone to my mind. This blog is for all those inquiring minds who have questions/answers or who just want to read poetry, short stories or discuss different issues or topics. I want to create a place where I can release all thoughts that cloud my mind (fyi I have a lot to clear). So feel free to stop through, read and/or leave a comment. I'll leave you with a piece I created a while back... sit back and enjoy -JT
Dear World,
I'm dying…. Can you help me? You see, I've been dealing with this for a while. I fell for his touch and his smile. Deceit is what entrapped me. I let my own gullibility lead me into this snare that seems to have no escape route. I've been trapped for over 200 hundred years even though he seems to think that is when he set me free. The imprint of shackles and chains line my wrist and ankles as a reminder that I should stay in my place. My place! My place is not here, and it also shouldn't be where so many of me line the bottom of the sea. Their bones lie there holding truth to a history that has been remade and remixed by a people who look nothing like me. I'm being feed so many of these lies that I would rather starve and die than to be full of bull-, well I'm not gon' say it…. But you know what I mean.
See, I'm dying, can you hear me? So much to say, too scared to speak. I want words to break out of me like vomit but yet my mouth won't allow me to verbalize the thoughts dwelling in my mind. The words want to spill over, I want them to spill over, but if I speak will it be the end of me? Nooses hang from trees, as I drop to my knees praying to a higher being hoping that he hears me. If you can't hear me, I know that he can. For my fellow man would rather be indulged in what is about he and not what is about we. I feel as if I'm fighting this battle alone, silently dreading what is yet to come. One voice can't save a whole community but a million can leave a strong echo for years to come.
Dear world, my name is BLACK…. Will you save me?
Dear World,
I'm dying…. Can you help me? You see, I've been dealing with this for a while. I fell for his touch and his smile. Deceit is what entrapped me. I let my own gullibility lead me into this snare that seems to have no escape route. I've been trapped for over 200 hundred years even though he seems to think that is when he set me free. The imprint of shackles and chains line my wrist and ankles as a reminder that I should stay in my place. My place! My place is not here, and it also shouldn't be where so many of me line the bottom of the sea. Their bones lie there holding truth to a history that has been remade and remixed by a people who look nothing like me. I'm being feed so many of these lies that I would rather starve and die than to be full of bull-, well I'm not gon' say it…. But you know what I mean.
See, I'm dying, can you hear me? So much to say, too scared to speak. I want words to break out of me like vomit but yet my mouth won't allow me to verbalize the thoughts dwelling in my mind. The words want to spill over, I want them to spill over, but if I speak will it be the end of me? Nooses hang from trees, as I drop to my knees praying to a higher being hoping that he hears me. If you can't hear me, I know that he can. For my fellow man would rather be indulged in what is about he and not what is about we. I feel as if I'm fighting this battle alone, silently dreading what is yet to come. One voice can't save a whole community but a million can leave a strong echo for years to come.
Dear world, my name is BLACK…. Will you save me?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
