I have always loved
playing the guitar but never got a chance as a kid. Recently the respect I have
for everyone that can play the guitar tripled because taking lessons and
feeling so much pain all over my left fingers is no joke. My acoustic guitar
lesson instructor says there is no way around it. I still want to believe there
is a better way to perfecting the musical tricks but now that am here and
determined to earn the skills, my passion cannot be deterred. I wrote this poem
in one of the classes.
Love is the
bridge that keeps you and me together
The saddle
is calibrated same way my heart reflects different shades
Like the
scratch-plate, patience will protect us from scratches that show we’re getting
better
You and me,
in love, strumming and picking notes ordered by the pitch of platonic scales
You didn’t
want to hear what I had to say, o! it is true my dear
Yea you
walked away, I stayed up all night but I couldn’t pray
Please don’t
start a fight, no not today
Bringing
different reasons not to ever kiss the frog, but the feeling is strong
As long as
you are with me, see we will get along
Am sorry for
the story of not knowing I should love you more
Let’s fix
the pain, get off the train coz we’d be doing much better if we stick together
I wish that
Instincts could replace the statement of the clock
Incoherent
thoughts came tumbling down
Breaking
lines this time won’t drag out my frown, smashing windows and crashing
airplanes
Just when
all the fire blazed ferociously the flood came rising and racing ravenously
Nightfall,
darkness, dampened spirit, pitiful sadness
Stand tall it’s
your call, too dull, no case, no witness for this court session
If maid in
danger and distress gets no attention
why not
stuff pounds of your flesh on sticks for the skewer
These naked
flames are too corrosive, the acidic attitude is really instructive
Mother and
child lose sleep when one denies the other
When you
bring kolanuts in Africa it means there is no valley of the shadow of death to talk about
It is a
house party stop singing the ‘walking away’ song
We will be
here forever because this house is getting ready to be our home.
-
@themusopole
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