Piano keys trembling,
with high notes of morning
flexing and flying
fingers
like butterflies
landing
full of vigor
where routines run wild
in carefully measured boxes
as the composer
comes closer
to inspiration.
His breath is like the ocean breeze
whispering
to boring rocks
Do I obliterate myself?
old times, belong in the past
I don’t recognize myself.
I’m searching for something
I cannot find
in an all too familiar city
I’ve plundered my insides
because the wealth has long-since been looted
amongst neighborhoods and streetlights
even the cats are fat
but they don’t feel full
the world is not here
it exists somewhere, out there
I wish I could find it, amongst family, friends, and loved ones
amongst the song inside myself
but the truth is hidden behind curtains of fear
and the stage is set behind the unknown
It takes courage
to pull the veil
on ugliness
and beauty
It takes courage to explore
deep in the dark
and leap
where the song won’t be able to repeat
If the artist does not leave the page
he will retrace the lines on a worn face
that does not smile or frown
Stones, are seldom thrown, very far.
“whispering
to boring rocks
Do I obliterate myself?”
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“I’m glad that you liked those lines, Inside of the hideous beast, and thanks for reading! 🙂
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It does take courage to pull the veil, but, at least in my case, there is little to lose by doing so.
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Thanks for reading Jen and the Furries! 🙂
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