May 14, 2009
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Nothing but the ocean tide of each breath but

Space has never been so full

Every particle once thought empty

Fulfills a purpose in vacillating

The changes in the way his lips

move to get each paramount word

just perfect

The swing from chord to chord, fingers

moving deftly across a board,

riding on that high of creativity

and the strum of gleaming strings

Together or alone, a harmony so magnetic,

every nerve buzzes with the hot tension of sounds

So powerful, so twilight but concentrated

Leaving a listening existence in utter awe

of such paradisiac imperfections.

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Amie M. said...
May 28, 2009 at 8:50 pm
Wow, thanks :D
Live+Laugh+love said...
May 27, 2009 at 6:21 pm
Your an incredible person, deep, and sincere. Best to all that know you. Your gonna go far in life. Keep writing. I'm a big fan.
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