Verse

[VincentUlyssis]

Well at least something worthwhile can come out of this funny brain of mine!

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"This will be our reply to violence: to make music more devotedly, more passionately, more beautifully than ever before."

A good remedy to the times in which we live...

[Scythe Matters]

(08-17-2011 08:50 AM)VincentUlyssis Wrote:  So I guess that sucked.

No, it most certainly did NOT suck.

(08-18-2011 07:59 AM)VincentUlyssis Wrote:  "This will be our reply to violence: to make music more devotedly, more passionately, more beautifully than ever before."

A good remedy to the times in which we live...

I've started trying to write lyrics. Mr. Matters plays keyboards and has done some really nice stuff so he wants me to take a stab at lyrics pretty much for the same reasons that Geddy and Alex asked Bubba to try it.

But daggone it -- Bubba makes it look so easy!

[Scythe Matters]

Okay, I'm not much of a poet. My bailiwick is non-fiction, essays and such. But I see others sharing and I feel comfortable here. The past couple of years for me have been... well, I was finally able to put it down in verse:

He took her suddenly, she died alone
That day my soul turned into stone,
Months passed by in a blur of pain,
Mind and heart in a frozen rain.
Then came music, like love's caress
Blazing through my blind darkness.
Their music blew the stone apart
For this, they'll always have my heart.

A gift of music -
Like roses made of rubies.
A gift of words -
Like birds feathered with love.
A secret touch
A healing rush
Helping me to rise above.

I guess that explains a lot about me and why I'm here.

[smoker guy]

Pretty Darn Skippy good Scythe.

[VincentUlyssis]

(08-19-2011 05:21 AM)Scythe Matters Wrote:  Okay, I'm not much of a poet. My bailiwick is non-fiction, essays and such. But I see others sharing and I feel comfortable here. The past couple of years for me have been... well, I was finally able to put it down in verse:

He took her suddenly, she died alone
That day my soul turned into stone,
Months passed by in a blur of pain,
Mind and heart in a frozen rain.
Then came music, like love's caress
Blazing through my blind darkness.
Their music blew the stone apart
For this, they'll always have my heart.

A gift of music -
Like roses made of rubies.
A gift of words -
Like birds feathered with love.
A secret touch
A healing rush
Helping me to rise above.

I guess that explains a lot about me and why I'm here.

I feel what you are saying and on many levels I "hang out" for similar reasons. Very nice poetry Ms. Matters.

[Gungawoman]

Nice, Scythe!

[Scooter Britches]

Right on...

[VincentUlyssis]

Solitude



Lunar Smiles

Shine through trees

Like a cobalt shadow’s

Echoing whispers

Against pure white

Powder like dust

Stampedes on plains

Migrating with fury

Then silence…



Stellar jewels

Flickering endlessly

Contrast the void.

And watch gently

The quiet Christmas

All missed

By the lonely soul

Who hibernates

In solitude,

With a warm companion…

A dying ember.

December 3, 1998

[Gungawoman]

I get the beginning and the end, but not the middle. I like it though. Don't try to explain it to me though. I read somewhere that poetry loses an awful lot when an explanation is given.......

[Scythe Matters]

Very nice, Vincent