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Title: A blather from me
Post by: monty_lameer on December 13, 2018, 12:48:18
Some day
The rain will fall upon me
And wash away the stains
Of life's softly painted brush strokes
That left these aches and pains

Some day
My tears will no longer fall
While holding tight this knife
Is it ok that I don't mind
If I fail the test of life?

Some day
My face won't look so naked
Without its masks and dye
I'll be free to show my colours
But there's an eyelash in my eye

Some day
My mind will not awaken
To all the dull and gray
Stuck inside my cage of fear

I hope to see that day
Title: Re: A blather from me
Post by: Leonard Scaper on December 13, 2018, 15:02:33
This feels like something that bubbled up from within. I love how it flows as a spoken word piece. I wonder what it would sound like put to music.

This definitely would work in the style of @Mora Amaro La Loba
Title: Re: A blather from me
Post by: Vince on December 14, 2018, 01:34:23
@monty_lameer   from reading this it seems to me like you got in touch with that place we have inside ourselves that we can only let out with our music.

Vince
Title: Re: A blather from me
Post by: monty_lameer on December 14, 2018, 01:40:39
Thank you both, and yes, this did bubble up somewhat. It came out in 5-10 minutes.

I actually do access this rather dark side of my feelings regularly, which isn't a good thing, but it feels and sounds better putting it in words or to music in more artistic language like this. 😀
Title: Re: A blather from me
Post by: Lane on December 16, 2018, 21:08:58
@monty_lameer

Hi m ...  I think its so great how we can take things out of life like Rain, tears, pain and and we use them in so many different ways
to explain our thoughts and feelings. same word same thing unique to us alone...I might not be explaining that well...
kinda like I write rain Green, you blue...to me thats the heart of writing.  and thank you for stopping and reading my writes.     Lane