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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
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I don't know about this... -------- My nerves are killing I think of the past few weeks All the pent up pain The tension Carrying so much alone I stand before them Closing my eyes for a moment Imagining myself alone Just me And Him I’ve got it to an art So when I open my eyes No matter who is before me It is still just me And Him My song begins to come It’s not just my control It’s not just a gift Although it is, in a way A gift from God to you It is also a gift A gift from God to me When all the pain When all the stress Is just too much to bear I sing... Smooth out the kinks in my soul Clean it out Make it right Dear God, I pray Sooth my spirit today Dear God, give me song With each note I’m smoothed With each stroke... Brushed into calm Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Lovely writing, Erica. You've very nicely expressed your state of mind in this particular situation, the tension beforehand, and the relief that comes aftewards. Nice work. Thanks for using one of my phrases. Parasite Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
*smile* music... can cure many things (unless i'm the one singing!) |
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banburycross Senior Member
since 2001-03-27
Posts 946viginia |
i liked the poem more and more as i read it, and it is a sentiment that i definetely agree with. James taylor has always been my person favorite when it came to singing for comfort. Sometimes, the things that go unsaid are the only things worth hearing. |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
I love to sing too...there is a release in it, a kind of abandonment almost...I liked the way you went from tension to song, then to the release you felt. It's been too long since I've read something of yours, old friend. *Krista Knutson* |
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Child of the Stars
since 2000-09-07
Posts 1658Ann Arbor, MI |
Hey Erica. I've missed ya. This started out as a reader-cringe sort of poem..but then was completely transformed into the reader-happy-sigh sort...you've done very well with this one. I'm glad I got to read it. ~Carly A ruddy drop of manly blood |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This is a cool little poem about facing a crowd when performing a musical act. I like your interplay between God, speaker, and audience. You do a good job in examining the various facets and dynamics of that relationship. Sorry, but I am a bit too tired to find holes in this piece right now. Perhaps I will "lash out" at it tomorrow sometime... "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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