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My blood houses the melody,
My skin the harmony,
My being the complete symphony
I am the creator and the created,
The art and the artist

Sounds creating a vast canvas in my mind
It’s painterly waves submit imprints
Increasing tenfold in sharp echoes
While floating and drifting through tandem thoughts
Stringed voices dance through my striatum
Overwhelming and audible, all I can do is
Keep breathing
Entropy decreasing,

Compositions of no other kind inhabit and entwine
Makeshift life folds into misty transparencies

I’m never by myself
When I have myself with me

Finding a friend I need,
Who understands how I feel
Expresses what my words cannot,
Makes my unseen feelings real
Fills my soul with such richness,
Reaches in the very depth of me
Suddenly bringing me out of this melancholy,
Or giving it peacefully back to me

Walking through city streets,
This feels like home
Through these alleys I wander and roam
Painting on concrete walls,
Expressing the bitter and sweet
I know who I am on this lone street

In the swamps of my house and the ivory keys in my head
Where dull technicolor portrays what is unsaid
While staring outside, the walls drip with chai,
Dripping in paisley patterns ‘til they turn dry
I take each baroque note to make into a locket
And hide it safe away in the hole in my pocket

Manipulators make damson marionettes dance, dance, dance
In the island’s theater, hoping to entertain and entrance
As they pull the strings in a frantic pace,
The nonsensical unknown comes face to face,
With each and every delirious face
Unclosing their souls to a utopian trance

Rain gently falls against the window panes in my brain
Raindrops play one and the same melodious tones
A yearning, gentle yearning as I look out at the world
The tones of the world contrast, rapid and bleak
What is this unknown meaning we seek?
A plaintive orb in its habitual circuit
A purpose we seek, with no means of finding it
Carrying the room inside us
While looking for the purpose we hide within us

Constant state of dreams, with unopened eyes
Let me sleep with eyes opened wide
So I may get away from all nightly horrors
But soon, night does away with colors

Breathe in a memory, out a yearning
In a poignant memory, out a tender yearning

What can mere words say to portray
A feeling so divine?
What can a single line convey
That will not degrade or confine?

In this frustration of beauty,
We can only listen
In awe of something farther than us
Something so much bigger than us
Yet, this beauty comes from within us
Therefore it is us
We are the music and the muse
The creator and the created
The art and the artist
The human and the divine

I feel the end and I feel the beginning

I feel the world reawakening

Bending through space and time,
another place without a time
Where there is no end,
for there is no end
Aboard that train so divine,
Let it take away all the outside
Go inside and take all you are outside
You are one with all, all that there is
All there ever will be
All that you see is we
All we are is one
One life, destiny, being
We are one

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A beautiful write there, taking us inside turning the world with a thought.
What else is there to say?? Except wonderful.
Yours Ian.T
PS:- There may be some that will be more precise on the odd line or word but I saw a great picture of the inside being..

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

coming in from the rain
its still raining
Warpaint Baby on the headphones
(Dont feel like flowers duet today)
needing a nic hit

remember reading poet books
from the they stalled
me out on my highs..when I over run
turning in what I thought was the beauty
knowing the crashes would come
in their draw their play as they shall

I have just read through your poems
trying to read through in the few minutes
I have in my hour...

the detailing of this work is intricate
and takes me back to a time when
I would read ...find the time..sit still
a pile of books

those days are away
but I found your work
a draw

Thank You!

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