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Poem of the day #2


This one is for all the blues lovers out there.


12 Bars of Blues 

Have you ever heard blues from the pit of its mother’s soul, 
Her muscles wailed indigo notes,
A steady ocean erupting from her throat 
Washing over bitten lips, and torn skin. 
Life just seems so thin when the only thing keeping you together is a colour, 
Beautiful in the sky, and blessing in the water
But so big it was chosen to fill the heaviest of emotions. 

Have you ever heard blues sweat from the pores of its father, 
Oozing out of lash-cracks, they told me blood was supposed to be red,
read the notes like you’ve never seen before from his back, 
This record didn’t need a phonograph to be played, 
The needle was his heart, his mouth the resonator
Just hear him play as whips carve new songs into his bones.
Will we ever know blues like this again?

The first day someone says something to you, 
And you are old enough to understand the under tone of those words, 
Will you go back to Billie Holiday and ask her to show you strength, 
Will you move to New Orleans and find comfort with the Rising Sun, 
Or tell Ray that you know why he was Feeling Sad that day, 

Will you pick up a paint brush and just play it away,
Telling yourself that the people who comment aimlessly,
Have never felt a soul pass right through them, 
And left a bad taste in their mouth. 

Just promise me one thing, 
Tell me that Texas Alexander will never be forgotten, 
For ever remember those voices of worn souls in big fields, 
Like sand paper in your gut, 
Remember that it does not have to sound beautiful, 
Just real.

And maybe one day, 
Your name will be written across 12 bars.

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Poem of the day

Like hearts on us.


There is nothing,

There’s nothing like a lover’s birthday,
To make you reel with the feelings of nostalgia.
You used to make home with me,
Words exchanged over servers, felt like they were whispered into my ear.
Comfort spraying from your hands hugged me the way only a lover could.

There’s nothing, like a text message after months of silence,
That makes you smile like a rainbow eloping from your teeth,
We used to be so loud.
We used to cause earthquakes over networks,
Spill ink, like oil,
Write like professionals.

Our love was hinted in psalms,
Only Gods saw the bond we shared,
Only Goddesses felt the passion in the air, 
Tell me,
Do you still feel it?


Cause when you replied to my message,
I swear I saw a flash of light in front of my eyes,
Tell me it was more than just a notification on my phone,
Tell me it was Vulcan making love to Venus;
A fiery eruption surrounded by love,
Spread-out over our hearts-

If we belong together…
We will.

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Poem of the day

So someone who has been reading my blog gave me the brilliant idea of a “the poem of the day” series (not sure if I can mention her name here). Now I do not think that I will be doing this everyday, but I might do this a few times. 

I do have a small rule/guideline for this. Some poems I will explain before, after, as I post them, I feel like they have a background that needs to be known in order for the poem to be read correctly. When I do not do this it is because I would like you to freely interpret the poem and attach your own meaning to it and party because I sometimes do not want to share the meanings behind certain poems :P, if you want to know those, get to know me ;). 

So I am going to post the first poem now, I decided to start with something that most of you know already. 

Enjoy :).

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