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i heard the blues man play
he told a story of his life...
told of a pain which never goes away
in my head i...
listened as he played guitar
felt the painful sting of every note
as if ascending from the depths
from oceans of tears
a loss which made me cry inside
recall sleepless nights where i
had only a broken heart and swollen eyes for company
lost somewhere sofar inside
somewhere far and deep
until something in me spoke
its time to get up, catch a smoke and fly
told me it was time to pick up my broken pride
like a rising leviathan emerging
from another space n time
casting expressions
like waves cast
written in the moment
like ripples on a starlit pool...
on long misty days in summer
cold windy nights in winter
and i... alone...
too hurt inside for moving on
lost in memories
of better days...
of kisses sweet and loving nights
i could not keep...
mean mister blues man
why you doing this to me
still i weep...
i am so tired of counting stars
that i can't count the sheep
A shooting star falls from the heavens
and the wish i wish tonight left me speechless
and swiftly pass
like in the echoes of that mournful song
as they always do
and just fade away to nothingness
Still, mean mister blues man played...
on and on...
every note pierced my flesh
fresh wounds
even ones he did not play
say words
of what in silence he dared not say
transcedental chords he might have written
had the mood eclipsed his mind a different way
from another discrete dimension
and touched his soul in different notes
like step progressions sent further beyond
for another soul...
another day
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