Sitting on the ground playing out my story

Only a few came to listen to me

One caught my eye and stopped my breath

My fingers stumbled for the first time over the frets

Unsure of what to play I strummed a few chords

I began to sit up straight and felt taller instead of short

As my song progressed the emotion began shift just a little bit

Her face lit up and she began to smile and I knew this was it

For so long my broken stings have played just for me

But now today they began to play for the girl so lovely

Instead of beating out a dark and sorrowful story

My stings now sing out joyously

I sang of the beautiful blue eyed girl

That saved a lost boy from the ravenous world

As the song continued on she began to look at me

She was listening and she heard the story that I played

She gave me a smile that took my pain away

My broken stings had been mended that day

Now all that I play can’t compare

To the charm and sublime beauty I see over there

That girl threw me for a loop and gave me new dreams

And now I play our story on these simple strings

Notes flow forth from my tired hands

My spirit knows the melody and sees it as its land

Expressing the inner most recesses of my heart

“Peace” the music promises “is not far”

 

I play my shattered story on these broken strings

They tell of my few joys and all my ruined dreams

 

I am my own soldier fighting for my life

Walking through the cold jungle, something can’t be right

I stepped to far too late I’ve seen the hidden mine

My sight is gone but I’m not blind

 

I play my shattered story on these broken strings

They tell of my few joys and all my ruined dreams

 

As my youth wastes away my song plays on

The chords speak out with tones so clear and strong

I listen to what all have to say and none have heard

My life is gone my spirit’s flown away like a bird

 

I play my shattered story on these broken strings

They tell of my few joys and all my ruined dreams

 

My story is taken up by a new soul

Struggling not to sink with this laborious role

Still no one hears what is being said

Their story shall be like mine until their spirit has fled

 

They play my unheard story on these golden strings

That tell of my false glory and nearly fulfilled dreams

My fingers find the notes with no direction from me,

Those strings are so familiar to my hands, a friend they visit constantly.

The tunes they pluck express my soul,

The melodies they pour fourth more often of late assume a soothing role.

I fight for my life day in and day out, tiring but not daring to stop,

These broken strings know my shattered story from bottom to top.

The staccato of the notes scream out for others to look upon what they sew,

My fingers blister my hand stiffens but the music does not stop it keeps its flow.

My head hangs and my shoulders slump but the fire in my eyes blaze ever brighter,

My face becomes weathered and my body bonier and my hair will grow ever lighter.

As time passes this melody becomes more complex and harmonious,

My broken strings still know my shattered story and are anything but joyous.

I gave all I had to give and not one man or woman knew why,

Deep down I was alone and I feel that solitude, and every day inside I cried.

When I die and all have forgotten me,

I will still be playing by devastated song on my broken stings telling my shattered story.

Surprising that so many people

Today can become teachers or policemen

Under-educated in the real world

People don’t understand

In this world one thing is vital

Diversity, one thing largely absent in our

Idealism every one must think the same

To bad it doesn’t work that way, I can’t read your mind

You can’t read mine, learn don’t parrot and you will be rewarded

Fearing its coming to no avail

All people are terrified to fail

Life goes on and people grow

Inevitably it happens everyone knows

Undeniably it sneaks up on you

Remember though, you’re not through

Every failure gives you wisdom and knowledge

Scorching burning fire

The sun sweltering burns all

As hot as hell’s flames

Setting sun, day’s death

Soothing moon, caressing light

Night is upon us

The blackness my element

The lightlessness is my home

Moon

Pale, soft

Smiling, understanding, fading

Night, dusk, dawn, day

Blaring, glaring, uncaring

Sharp, harsh

Sun

The silvery eye returned to life,

The fiery eye returned to strife.

When one killed to other,

When father killed mother.

 

He will find peace,

Stop his suffering please!

 

Tears are shed every time,

When that bloody pool began to shine.

Dimensions separate each,

Both from each other’s reach.

 

He will find peace,

Stop his suffering please!

 

One is born from both,

To both one is close.

His friends the sword and staff,

He shall suffer fiery wrath.

 

He will find peace,

Stop his suffering please!

 

Perils greater than in the past,

His suffering shall be vast.

Wounds so great shall be,

Repeatedly inflicted upon he.

 

He will find peace,

Stop his suffering please!

I wander from one place to the next,

Remembering the good times and the best.

The pleasant times are perfect for sitting in front of a fire.

To reminisce about these times can be bliss until one does tire.

The hard times are things best recalled with a pinch of salt.

When friends are lost one must remember not all is ones fault.

On I wander in a world volatile towards what I am.

Changing the changeless a mountainous burden for only one man.

Forward I march with pure power of will.

I will not stop I will not slow I will not quiet after I am still.

I forge ahead with anticipation,
Offering all a chance to take up my liberation.

When the years have come and I have passed away.

Let my words live on to the next present day.

 

 

“Just be happy, and others will follow.”