Black Poetry : Lost in the music!

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  1. BlatinaPoet4u

    BlatinaPoet4u Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I was alone when it all began
    I sang the song of a lonely woman
    I drank her tears, I felt her pain
    I stood and burned inside her flame
    She wrote a song within the night
    She dreamed of music, blinding lights
    And in her soul she knew her calling
    She wrote the words that she’d been stalling

    This is my drug, and this is my weapon
    This is my love, my single obsession
    My beautiful cure, my ailing disease
    My deep winter fire, my mid-summer breeze
    The light in my darkness, the guide in my maze
    The hero inside me, the match to my blaze
    These are my words, and these are my dreams
    Inside my songs, my passion can scream

    My life will never be able to lose it
    Forever my soul will be lost in the music

    He sat down beside her from miles away
    Alliance was rare on his darkest of days
    The browne-eyed cutie who showed her the light
    Stood now beside her for the rest of the fight
    His wisdom would cross over hundreds of miles
    Inciting wut must’ve been thousands of smiles
    And with every smile, she lost desperation
    he flooded her life with his soft inspiration

    He is my drug, and he is my weapon
    he is my love, my single obsession
    My beautiful cure, my ailing disease
    My deep-winter fire, my mid-summer breeze
    he lights up my darkness, the guide in my maze
    The hero beside me, the match to my blaze
    he’s in my words, and he’s in my dreams
    he’s in my songs, together we scream

    Our lives will never be able to lose it
    Together forever lost in the music

    The words seemed to bleed from her mind to the page
    The song seemed to scream from her mouth on the stage
    All her passion, her love, and her truth, her desire
    Came from the brown eyes she’d come to admire
    he smiled and watched her, she smiled and sang
    The notes of her song to her man as they rang
    They painted a picture of her world left behind
    They painted his manhood straight into her mind

    It is my drug, he is my weapon
    They are my loves, my only obsessions
    My beautiful cures to my ailing disease
    My deep winter fires, my mid-summer breeze
    The lights in my darkness, the guides to my maze
    They fight alongside me, like a match to my blaze
    he inspires my words, it inspires my dreams
    They are my music, the words that I scream

    My life will never go on if I lose it
    From now til forever, we’re lost in the music!
     
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    well said and done
    this was musical to da ear
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The intoxication when our minds are under a musical spell. Flow on poet, the rhyme scheme alone was worth the read.
     
  4. BlatinaPoet4u

    BlatinaPoet4u Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thnx im happy ya'll enjoyed it as well as i enjoy reading ur scribes!
     
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    Poet...

    This....was "Music"...in the form of poetry
    your rhythm and meter...
    the structure...
    the bare confessions
    splayed unashamed like a banner flailing in the wind
    for a moment...your story became mine
    and I felt the love that was planted...
    I saw the seed as it became as a strong
    Oak tree...
    I saw the love as it evolved and grew over seasons

    Poet...

    this was a by far...the most phenomenal of pieces
    I've read today...
    Take a bow...
    This is a Classic...

    Much love,
    Sage​
     
  6. BlatinaPoet4u

    BlatinaPoet4u Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    awes thnx sage that was the kindest thing ne 1 has said to me all day!!!
     
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