Give Of Your Best (Poetcast Project ???) Unofficial LOL

Can I write you a love song  
I’ll sing it softy in your ear all night long  
Blow gently without words on my saxophone  
Diamond and Pearls behind the throne  
A beautiful ensemble meant for only you  
As I give credence too  
Take my hand  
Cross this journey with me as I sing about faraway lands  
Past Egypt pyramids shifting Morocco sands  
Lay back my love, allow your mind to silently drift  
Feel the enchantment of my piano keys as it spiritual uplifts  

I’ll sing love songs of old  
A cappella chorus echoed from deep within my enlighten soul  
I’ll sing to you about the blues, society’s injustice, and elements of darken storms  
Keep your heart warm, while playing my French Horn  
Enrapture foretold from this dedicated symphonic poem  
A music sheet of percussion, woodwind, brass, keyboard, and strings  
Harmony carrying the mind away as the joy of coming spring  
I’ll hum your favorite beats, can you feel the crescendo now  
Fiddle from the heart by the sweat of one’s brow  
 
Submerge your cerebral cortex, lose yourself in the sultry tunes  
Harp sounds bathe of light kissed from the illuminating moon  
Destiny overcasts in the lyrics  
Fate floating stratospheric  
Karma of others handled in the eyes of satiric  
Opera, I give you so grand in its grace  
French Creole dialect murmured among silk and lace  
Sounds of my flute resonant to face  
Allowing my Cello sounds to thoroughly embrace  
 
Can I write you a love song  
My poetic whispers within the melodies as the ballads of us plays on
Body and soul serenading soprano to keep you standing strong  
My guitar stringing your philosophies along  
An equal equation, one plus one equals two  
Emotions, feelings, sentiments, its tenor expressed only for you  
No compass to my heart, my seasonal love found in hidden melodies  
Trombone guiding back and forth breathless as it please  
 
Orchestra sounds  
Ascending minds, bodies, souls, pass the opening clouds, divine and profound  
The last note sung by me as we gradually come down  
Beautiful music embraced, needs never to make a sound  
Shh, close your eyes  
Meditate on the music for a little while  
 
Hush sweet baby don’t say a word  
My heart softly tweets to a mockingbird  
If that mockingbird don’t sing  
Can I write you a love song created only for your being  
As minds are sightseeing  
Hearts fleeing  
Timpani drums guaranteeing  
Entwined of our divine wellbeing  
Emotional freeing  
Crooning of bodies heard as the day is long  
Can I write you a love song

              Lost Boy            
             
I miss you, more than I tend to admit.              
Now I've got lots on my mind              
that i need to emit.              
So here are some words              
that I'd like to submit to the page,            
about how we lost you at too young of an age.              
I thought you were strong, and you were,            
but you hurt a bit more than I gauged.              
Now you're ash in a box,              
and a name on a grave.              
Now you're only captured in thoughts              
and photographs. Sometimes I think            
this could have been stopped,            
you could have been saved.            
             
But we were deep down the rabbit hole,              
dancing with Alice.              
We all have to go eventually.              
For now, I'm alone in the palace,            
just me a throne and a chalice.              
Cold, wrapped in a throw,              
seeking my balance.            
The king, the queen, the guards,              
they've all left.              
The jokers are gone, no more jests.              
The gold's been spent,              
I'm mocked by empty chests.            
Still I wander here,              
even in my dreams while I rest.              
I tried to burn it all to see you in the next.            
Not that I believe in that,              
but for the longest time              
I believed that you would be back.              
I saved a Guinness for you,            
do you miss your cats?              
Do you miss morning bike rides,            
or afternoon naps?              
You missed my birthday,            
but I'll forgive you for that.            
           
Moving on, another chapter to write.            
You've got me hoping that              
there's an afterlife. If there isn't,              
then I guess this is goodnight.              
I just hope you feel all right.            
             
My voice now echoes down              
empty halls, beneath blackened skies.                    
Do I curse Alice, the rabbit,            
the hole, or my mind?          
Trapped, I study these walls in              
effort to memorize the climb.            
At times I imagine emerging            
covered in sweat and grime,            
but after so long submerged,              
the rabbit hole's light now burns my eyes.            
Lonely, in a dark corner,            
I lay cold and blind.            
I'm having trouble deciding            
on where I want to reside.            
In this empty castle           
a hollow shell,            
or is that the same as to die?            
Is it worth the hassle              
climbing out of this hell?            
It'll be tough, I've tried.            
Why can't you just be alive?               
             
I need a release,            
I keep dreaming that I'm trapped            
beneath the foot of my feats.            
I need to blow off some steam,            
I need my demons to cease,          
I need a trigger to squeeze.         
Cut the leash off some beasts,          
send me a fleet to defeat,              
or a dragon in heat    
to behead for a feast.                

Hell, while I'm wired            
I'll start a fire before bed.            
I'll slay a thousand winged beasts            
and bathe the entire castle in red,            
or gain peace in my defeat,            
as my soul slips from it's weary stead.            
I wish you were here,            
not just in my head.            
I miss how we joked,              
worked, bonded and bled.            
I can't believe that you're dead.            
I wish I'd known you were dying,            
I'd take back words that I said.            
I hope you know that I'm trying.            
I wish I'd known you were sick,            
while we were drinking and smiling,            
out all night below the city lights,            
picking fights, and prank dialing.            
If you are up there looking down,            
I hope that you’re still smiling            
and any time you find              
a moment to spare, could you              
read these lines Ryan,            
or would that be too death defying?        
       
Moving on, another chapter to write.            
You've got me hoping that              
there's an afterlife. If there isn't,              
then I guess this is goodnight.              
I just hope you feel all right.            
             
You could be childish,              
still you taught me to be a man.              
You had been violent, yet held              
compassion some will now never understand,            
damn. How could you leave us like this?            
We planted a tree for you,              
I hope you see that you're missed.              
It was a Linden, your favorite, I had to insist.              
I'll admit, for a little bit I was pissed.              
You could have talked to me.              
Looking back now, I see the hints.              
But we were two lost boys,    
busy burning up the motherland.            
Winter storms on the beach, we              
treated like wonderland.              
With our ski masks on,              
we were ready to hike.              
The goggles went on            
for icy rides on our bikes              
and when the gloves went up,              
we just might fight.            
Like when you crashed your truck              
into my car and we both threw strikes,              
then laughed it off and got high that night.            
We shared Caesars in the morning before              
even a bite. Bonfire at noon and by two,            
we were feeling all right.       
             
Life without you is a trip,              
I'll try to carry on your essence.              
I aim to learn from your mistakes,            
and pass along your lessons.              
I'm currently pumping the brakes,              
to deal with some depression.              
It's got me reminiscing              
about your kind gestures            
and funny expressions.              
Arguments and barbecues, late night confessions,              
trail walks and comic book sessions.            
Real talks, about whatever had us stressing.            
In times that I was my worst enemy,            
you were a great friend to me, no question,            
and I'm sorry if I took you for granted.            
             
It felt like we were meant to meet              
like we both came from another planet.            
Now I'm forced to bid you farewell,            
of course, not how I planned it.              
There are so many stories to tell,            
next to your tree that we planted.            
Still, I get broken up,            
the duo's been disbanded.              
I hate that you're gone,            
and at times I can't stand it.              
I try to move on, but            
I'm scared, I've been abandoned.            
I try to be strong,            
but I feel stranded and            
it's got me on a tangent again.            
That's why for now, my hand stays            
clamped to a pen.              
You were a hell of a pal,            
you were a champ of a friend.            
I miss you buddy,              
I'll carry you till the end.              
I wish you a peaceful slumber,              
wishes are now all I can send,            
and when I'm six feet under            
I hope we meet again.              
But until then, know              
that you're remembered              
and missed, Until then,              
I'll pretend that you're in              
heaven in bliss and if there isn't,              
then I guess this is goodnight.              
I just hope you feel all right.              
                                For Ryan

Where I come from is no easy question
The answer even more complicated  
For I am so much more than my ancestry  
  
I was born in the land of the free  
yet my soul is old, from foreign lands  
I queue, apologize for apologizing, yet  
my bluntness borders on breathtaking  
A cuppa solves all the world’s problems  
So do many shot glasses of ice cold vodka  
   
I come from generations of stiff-necked people  
Stubborn, willful, unyielding, even unto death  
my race is my religion, I bow before no man  
   
Poets, painters, scientists, innovators precede me  
So many geniuses struck with the artist’s disease  
I was not spared their fate, I just know to live better  
Eccentric, eclectic, experimental, educated, earnest  
are just a few words that describe my inheritance  
So are manic, melancholy, melodious, magnanimous    
   
If I perished tomorrow, what would be my legacy?  
A survivor, mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend  
My words, force of will, devotion to absolute truth  
will be remembered of me -I ask for nothing more.