The Guitarist

(For dana) 

~My friend who plays like a dream.

Miss ya bud.~
Life has a way to bring one down

All the troubles just keeps a frown

Feeling lost

 angry inside

Even those liked

Aggravate one hugely at times

~

But there is a this thing

that helps the toll

Eases the mind

And the soul

~

So he …

*

Gets lost in the rhythm

Gets lost in the strings

Feels the chords sooth everything

~

The strings play

Under his hands

And the rhythm dances 

As the cord changes stance

~

Over and over 

He plays melodies 

Of different cords 

To set us free 

Even if 

*

for just a while

It helps us breath 

And even smile

~

So find your music

Within your soul

Let it help you

When life takes a toll

Remember the tunes

 the cords 

the rythme 

It helps

*

Least…

For a time
~

And he …

Gets lost in the rhythm

Gets lost in the strings

Feels the cords sooth everything

~

The strings play

Under his hands

And the rhythm dances 

As the cord changes stance

*

Over and over 

He plays melodies 

different cords 

To set us free 

Even if for just a little while

It helps us breath 

And even smile

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Not Today

Not today.

The world is too much

I feel out of sync out of touch

I can not write no more.

I lost my voice
I had no choice
I had to turtle me in.
I have started to fray

No I am not ok. 

~

People talk to me

~
Don’t they know,?
Cant they see ?

~
I cant find words to say.
At least not today.

~
I need the strength of my friends

Don’t know where to begin.  

They think Im in a mood.

Becoming rude

~

But…..

*

I can’t get online to let them them in.
*

I tried to speak again today

But my words fell away.

I have nothing to say

I tried hard today. 

Shall try again tomorrow

       Ok?