Steel2Velvet Posted February 7, 2010 Report Share Posted February 7, 2010 for a friend Beaten by circumstance Betrayed, by God Begrudging all choices my own I’ve torn my own wings in a net of regret Pinned myself down here alone Death shades my life Life times my death A clock with hands running cold My friend’s headstrong Hate, cursing cellmate A voice sometimes all I can hold When can I leave Why did I come Where do we each go to see What it all means whenever we dream How’s anything so expensive as free Keep playing me tunes Sing words that rhyme Best are what’s maddeningly real Shoved on my back inside a music rucksack A note, a pause charged with Feel Someday joy might happen Some way it could be Some time may adhere to my heart If this measure’s two-beating keeps on repeating Just like some damned drummer’s part ----- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J Hill Posted February 9, 2010 Report Share Posted February 9, 2010 Just to let you know, I had read this....again. And it's breaking my back to be hard, but that's what you do for a friend. The mix met again but what for? Thanking you for the words, my good sir.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuzikTyme Posted February 10, 2010 Report Share Posted February 10, 2010 Beaten by circumstance Betrayed by God As much as I admired reading . . . Time for Music . . . it's the first two lines that struck the prettiest chord for me and it's those two that should be written in the archives of literary excellence and harmonic perfection! Wonderful, S2V! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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