March 12, 2010

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March 12, 2010

I.

 

Tune your instrument

To follow the beat

To play the right song

To lead your soul.

 

I’ve heard this one before

When I was a child

And it was new like

The whole world I saw.

 

II.

 

Alone listening again

With an ear pressed

Against a locked door

But the energy behind it

Is felt inside me.

 

III.

 

I imagine a girl

With a tie-dye shirt

Who plays guitar.

 

Out of thin air

An angel I create

To fly with me.

 

IV.

 

The sun in the spring

Is hot and I see

Commotion and traffic below

And I have to leave her.

 

V.

 

It was nice to share

A song with you

And I will remember the dream

As if it weren’t one.

 

 

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hippiegirl commented on March 12, 2010

03-12-2010

Hey this one's great, so creative! I really like it. Like a dream we've all had before...

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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