love poetry poem

The devil’s wheels of War.

The wheel of fortune spins again,

A war upon freedom without refrain,

Tears like Acid descend from the rain,

The hand of the wheel lands upon pain.

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Apart

It’s okay to be not okay,

It’s okay to feel alone, 

It’s okay to miss her face,

When you’re a lifetime away from home.

It’s good to feel wanted,

Even better to feel welcome,

It’s normal to feel daunted,

When she’s with someone so handsome.

It’s great when you’re together,

It’s grey when you’re apart,

It’s great to spend our time forever,

Especially when we’re apart.

—* not sure if poetry is something I’m shy good at.

Music Creates

As musicians we have a duty to entertain, reach out and touch the people who hear us, to create a euphoric escape or make a house into a home.

We listen to notes carefully, mindfully picking notes with delicacy like sacred fruit from a musical tree.

But more often than not its the music that creates, not us. We are but messengers who convey the sounds that enter the canals that lead to your heart. Nothing more than the ones who write the words on paper for a letter you recieve.

But this is better than a letter, letters are plain and simple, you know what they mean and there’s nothing more to them, not music.

Music is open to interpretation, music can mean one thing to one person and another to the next.

Music creates escape, music creates goodness as well as evil. Music creates idols whom we worship with each listen, it creates a door which opens up into worlds we’d never dream of.

We might make the music, but the music makes you.

James Thomas