Mister Blues man

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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