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Topic: reflections of soap bubbles
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sunshine_lion
Knowflake Posts: 1520
From: ann arbor mi
Registered: Apr 2008
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posted January 19, 2009 02:56 PM
 
When I am speaking, And you begin to talk
It does something more,
Than convey to me your superior importance
It makes me realize, No one really listens
it snuffs the fire within me
it takes away my desire to share my secrets
an overwhelming loneliness fills my soul
they say no man is an island
and yet your inability to hear me
creates this solitude deep inside
and leaves me uninhabited
it isn’t just you…my impatient word monger
you are not the first…nor the last that can not hear me
which is why I write, why I pray, why I talk to the dog
why my art is a reflection of myself.. please don’t kill my art
see it has to come out, somewhere somehow
and when I know you don’t listen, I don’t speak
I would so like to say it is not your fault
Why I keep to myself and write and pray and look inside
reflecting on my lack of spark, enthusiasm dry as a bone
to have a friend that can not hear you,
a lover that speaks over you and all of these people that want you to continue doing and doing and doing for them
that can not be bothered with hearing your words
not even simple everyday words
and you wonder how the hell can person
go to work every morning come home in the evening
and have nothing to say…
so I fumble with a song, my guitar… it knows my loneliness
it is as a familiar old friend that has kept many secrets
my wood, my painting, my writing, these are my friends
they hear me, they know me intimately
and yet you say I don’t mute like you want me to
god please don’t take my art and make me do it your way
it is mine and mine alone..it is really all I have
you want me to paint elvis in rhinestones,
please let my art be mine…. I don’t want to paint elvis,
I don’t want to mute my strings , I don’t want my art to be you
I am a need meeter, bread maker, bill payer, dish washer
she who makes everything all right for everyone
don’t you know I have always listened, to all of you
I have always heard you, your needs before mine at all times
As I really want for nothing, you may have my things
All i ever wanted was to be heard..To have a friend
like a spirit so elusive and hard to find
my words now gone like they were never spoken
the wind carried them away and now
trying no more to be heard
ah, but you can not take my art, I will never paint elvis in rhinestones, I will mute with the beat of the snare drum
only when I choose to play MY music like you want me to
….it is the deepest of me, it is my one true thing
And it is all I have…
you see that is what happens,
when I am speaking, and you begin to talk.
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MysticMelody
Moderator Posts: 4878
From:
Registered: Dec 2005
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posted January 19, 2009 04:20 PM
I hear you.IP: Logged |
26taurus
Knowflake Posts: 15679
From: *
Registered: Jun 2004
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posted January 19, 2009 05:57 PM
wow sunshine, that came from the deep. i really felt this one! it lit me up at certain parts, because i know exactly what you are feeling. It's a Leonine poem in the truest highest sense. No one can take your creativity from you and it's a disheartening when people don't get it or don't listen - those closest to your heart anyway. when they don't understand it's not coming from you, but every fiber of your being. it's not like baking a cake, following a recipie. i wouldnt want to paint elvis either. quote:
….it is the deepest of me, it is my one true thing
And it is all I have…
hugs
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raven1812
Knowflake Posts: 71
From: Nashville, TN
Registered: Oct 2008
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posted January 19, 2009 06:11 PM
Well said. 
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Pearlty
Knowflake Posts: 397
From:
Registered: Nov 2006
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posted January 21, 2009 04:45 PM
Love this..thanks for sharing.. IP: Logged |
Quinnie
Knowflake Posts: 1241
From: on a chair beside a window
Registered: Jul 2002
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posted January 29, 2009 05:06 PM
I can relate to that sense of loneliness.
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