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These Lines On My Face
( “Love has no color, you're my brother.......” )
my mind, my body,
"all the music changing
the set list re-arranging"
"and that new day's coming soon....."
music is the language
it holds the key
and through the hardness
and the darkness
it is becoming me
1975.....
I am alive
in the summer of my youth
my soul bears the truth
night moves and melodies
Les Paul's magic grabs a hold of me
in spite of all my other “pipe dreams”
all things,
being as they seem
“he” came alive in me
Yes it was real...
…..mom and dad made the deal,
a sculpted hard shell case
right there, in my face
her beauty spoke to me
for the whole wide world to see
she was my beautiful black dream......
…..and then I saw his hands
wrapped around her slender neck
stroking her tenderly
sometimes, tempting her gingerly
he made her scream
I was vexed
and “I learned the truth at 17......”
the apex of my youth
he passed the torched
on to me
it was like discovering
this strange, new , sexuality
my God
“Do You Feel Like I Do?”
She and I
as one
no longer two
"you, me and he"
my imagination,
my muse running free
the feeling that this love
would always be
throughout eternity.....
“....Ooooo baby I love your way”
You
inspired all this madness
this “music” inside of me
and it rang throughout
all my years,
my comfort,
my passion,
my “ piano in the dark”
when all else seemed to fail,
your love for me
escaped the "winds of change"
it always prevailed
Always each others biggest fans
“I'm in you, you're in me”
Peter,
Black Beauty
(so many times her "back door man")
my music, my greatest inspirations
can't you see....
…..as age and time replace
the beauty
of my youthful brown skin
with
“Line's on my Face”
as I become old and gray
this passion, this feeling
shall forever stay
until my end of days
and all else,
blowin' in the wind
all but gone away
I will close my eyes
remembering
that summer of my youth
when there was just
me, Pete and you
sharing a melody.......called “life”
her song always speaking "truth"
Published 9th Jul 2018
Author's Note
.....and old man's reflection and life confessions for those who wonder "who is this guy?"
a poignant chapter of my biography
a poignant chapter of my biography
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9th Jul 2018 1:10am
I like the rhythm and flow of this self discovery. Our vessels may age and with any luck our minds will stay sharp.
9th Jul 2018 1:14am
9th Jul 2018 1:12am
dearest Mr. M there is so much deep beauty in you
love this masterly crafted poem
about your love affair with music
and your first guitar...
only a true artist feels this
I weep for those who don't know such passion
because my own sustains me..
gorgeous write..
love Brenda or Crimsin if you like ;)
love this masterly crafted poem
about your love affair with music
and your first guitar...
only a true artist feels this
I weep for those who don't know such passion
because my own sustains me..
gorgeous write..
love Brenda or Crimsin if you like ;)
9th Jul 2018 1:17am
