What Music Means

What is music?
All I know is it runs thru my veins.
It brings me unmeasurable joy,
It helps me release all of my pain.
The flowin, and showin,
Everybody already knowin,
The way the words goin together
Leaves large amounts of pleasure.
Wherever, whenever,
You better? Whatever.
Get deep like a cellar?
Deep like buried treasure.
So down with the music,
like Im close to the ocean floor.
So high off the adrenaline rush,
That I just take off and soar.
So intune with the lyrics
People begin to adore,
While the other half starts to hate,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
So in love with that sound,
It just opens my mind.
Until Im my height underground,
This little light gone shine.
Every up every down,
Everyday I go thru it,
I might chop it and screw it,
But I gotta have my music...

Anonymous Thoughts

Plate Full of Tears

Even as I get older the feeling of the loss of you still remains. I will never forget due to my arm having your initials stained on them. Nothing really matters on a day like this, and everything else is pushed to the side. At least for a little while on this day, I get to fill up on your memories that I have. I get to play songs that remind me of the time. I have to do this alone, I have to let you run again and in my imagination be alive. You are beautiful and young is how i remember. If only one more day between January and December. Just one out of the 9000 plus days that have passed. If there was a chance that it could happen, I'd be 9000 million times more than glad. So just for today, permission is granted. I allow it on this day only, this one day out of the year. This is when I consciously sit down at my table and have a plate full of tears. Amen.