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Music dictates….

​Sweet soft whispers 

fairytale smile,

Take hold and game play

just for a while,

Hearts

you capture,

Minds

enrapture,

And all the while

its just a game,

Another heart

another name,

The epitome of

the doomsday book,

Look at all the hearts

you’ve took,

And everyone else

yeah their to blame,

For falling for

your sweetest game,

I was writing this to music and letting the music dictate the words but the style of music has changed and I’ve lost the thread as my thoughts change. Ugh…. Attention span of a hyperactive child dosed up on sugar….

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Sleep….

​https://open.spotify.com/user/nemtansell/playlist/1XsCDreXnhDYgVgOIq7jYu

Sing me to sleep on the lullaby of you. Carry my heart on the dreams so true. Love so pure you know it’s true. Loyal unconditional always for you…..x.

~ ….Rain…. ~

It’s raining
and I feel it running down my skin,
That harsh sharp cold
that sets off the vibration within,
Running in rivulets
clothes and hair soaked through,
Sets the fire within me roaring
and my thoughts they turn to you,
Listening to that sound
the water pouring down,
And I am enveloped
a sea of you I drown,
It’s raining
sweet soft summer rain,
It draws my thoughts you
such predictability I am slain,
It’s raining
warmth and water travel across my skin,
Hesitation in daydreaming
the sweetest fucking sin,
The sound of the rain
it’s music does surround,
Soaking my skin dancing in the rain
to its rhythm I am bound….

.x.

Music….

Feeling it enter
entwine with my heart,
Gliding with my rhythm
shock my senses from the start,
Drum a little louder
coursing through my veins,
Cascading down my nerves
awaken back beat rains,
Beats play with
my pressure points,
Melody dances
in my joints,
Let the rhythm surge on faster
push the boundaries of my mind,
I see the music in all its glory
in every colour I can find….

.x.

Inspired by….
“Eyes Closed” By Netsky.

9….

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~ Orchestra…. ~

Your sweetest sorrowful song

fire lighted hairs upon my neck,

Shiver kisses across my skin 

my breath not held in check,

My mind stalled at the notes

your voice a sweet butterfly,

Pulled at my heart a spellbinding beauty

of that I can’t deny,

You flutter so softly

as you fall to the floor,

And then rise so gracefully

with a passion once more,

You lay an icicle

on my spine,

You don’t play a melodious ruling

line,

You sing a song

of fate,

Of a destiny

that cannot wait,

Piano oh piano

play this song again for me,

Violinists please re show

how you release the music so free,

Cellists bassoonist flute

clarinet,

Weave your story in harmony

leave me breathless and yet,

Tantalize me wash over me

the melody s story of passion and pain,

Hit me with the love regret and heartbreak

leave me truly slain,

Your story nearly finished

the music fading away right now,

The conductor ends the harmony

then turns for a final bow….

 

.x.

~ Rave…. ~

 

Look in your eyes take a breath

feel the rain splash down,

Take your sorrows take your fear

make a smile from your frown,

Feel the rhythm feel the beat

let it echo in your soul,

Let the power of the music

fill your senses make you whole,

Ride the wave of feelings

emotion heartbeat rush,

All the ravers in this place as one

we feel the musics heat its crush,

Pulse of music swirls around

kaleidoscopic colours mixed with rain,

The ravers and the DJ

a united euphoric chain….

 

.x.

~ He plays Bach…. ~

Oh piano player

your fingers do take flight,

The white the black the black the white

you set my soul alight,

Caressed keys cascade the melody

that makes my being swell,

And then you play my favourite song

and so the tear drops fell,

You weave a simple story

intricately laced and told,

Captivating all around you

breathtaking to behold,

The room overflows with pleasure

at your magic touch,

You are merciless with the keys

giving your all to what we want so much,

When the show is over

our held breaths released for now,

We will talk about the spellbinding magic

long after your final bow….

.x.

So true….

Do you dream….?

.x.

~ Cute Guy, Old Guitar…. ~

 

Oh summer sunset sun                          

you light the sky on fire,                

The red the orange like a flame                              

you awaken our desire,              

The dusk it settles in                

as you go down low,                

The logs and pine cones in the fire pit                                  

help create the ambience the glow,                                            

The chatter and the laughter                              

the meal has been consumed,                            

Music playing in the background                                            

and drinking is resumed,                                                                    

Around the pool a man chases a woman                        

before throwing her in,                

Laughing some of us strip to our underwear                            

others dive for a swim,                                    

The more sane of us sit around the fire pit                                            

we laugh and talk and smile,                                        

A cute guy picks up his old guitar                                

and hums softly for awhile,                                

Enraptured we all sit quietly some drink some smoke relax                                                

he’s been strumming in his own world and looks up with a start,                                

All these eyes intently watching                              

captured every mind and every heart,                                

He starts again plays a melody                            

that tugs at every soul,                              

We all listen as he plays so passionately                                  

all of us connected all of us whole,                                            

The sun it leaves the sky                                    

the candles we do light,                            

The cute guy old guitar his heartfelt songs                          

to carry us further in to this night….

 

.x.

 

 

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