A Description To Define What Cannot Be Defined

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    A Description To Define What Cannot Be Defined

    Here come the drums to take us away

    Stealing our souls to another time, another place

    Feel the beat flow, in tune to our pounding hearts

    Within the motions played, the pulsing of a star

    We belong, I trust

     

    Come with me into symphony, away from reality’s zone

    Guitar strumming a story, a tale of truth of its own

    There is no other in this place, this world of sound

    Beckoning these two kindred souls, lost in their own fish bowl

    Lost in us

     

    Hear the words they sing telling all of my story, of yours

    Let them live, let them bring you through all the lonely hours

    I'm finally understanding those tales so common, at last

    like an epic success never shown so purely in the past

    A never defined Nomenclature

     

    Listen, hear my heart described in detail

    I was a poet, delusional with my own tale

    I was a Dreamer, waiting for the days of peace

    I was a friend, a woman, a child at ease

    Now I simply love

     

    I cannot define music, for we are the music

    Lost in a dream I had not known I had dreamt

    Becoming a reality as I learn to understand you

    The reality of our dream founded by Truth

    There is nothing else

     

    Imbecile me, genius of the ignorantly blind

    Thinking I understood what I can no longer define

    So young, I believed I was fine by myself, for myself

    So alone, I hear my words as I cry for help!

    My cry is heard

     

    You taught me of all that is the world

    You teach me of myself, my heart, my own

    And so the music seeps through my soul, reason converted

    Exerted in reverse of all I thought I knew, revered

    Music perfected

     

    Drifting slowly down a tangerine world, affinity

    I wake to a name of an almost palindrome clarity

    Lost in the nights of whispered conversation

    Describing all we need, defining the essence of love

    Defining Truth

     

    Through all I’ve said, I have said absolutely nothing

    There are no Words left to describe my strongest dream

    But, here’s my simple description for you, anyways

    All that means anything, a plea, all I have to say

    Love me, do

    You know I love you

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    ginga commented on A Description To Define What Cannot Be Defined

    07-31-2010

    superchick, Many expressions that drive home the message of the undefinable. Loved the complexity here. ging

    raziel69 commented on A Description To Define What Cannot Be Defined

    07-30-2010

    i love the way you use your words to paint such a portrait in the mind. this is really great. 10

    dahlusion commented on A Description To Define What Cannot Be Defined

    07-29-2010

    This title, alone, would have earned you a position in the 1920's French Surrealist group. "Describing all we need, defining the essence of love Defining Truth"—define truth for me. A stellar write! BravoovarB!!!

    SuperChick76

    07/30/2010

    Thanks, Dah, I'm glad you liked it man.Means a lot.

    SuSpence commented on A Description To Define What Cannot Be Defined

    07-29-2010

    I am picturing us a river under a boat, time the boat just ahead of us, but we remain unbroken by its oars. It is a world of tangerine dreams and marmalade skies, together our music sounds so perfect, like two untimed beats playing together to make a beautiful song of art to be mezmorized and adored over by all those who take the time to listen. You are my heart song, my kindred spirit, my soulmate. You have no idea how much this write means to me, it makes me a teary eyed, speechless hippie everytime I read it haha. Music for most of my life has been the love of my life, and you always say that music to you is poetry and your love, and I know you feel the same as I do, and it makes me feel all the more closer to you. We both need music, but now we have found one another, and realize that we need us more, and the music will be our soundtrack to the incredible story of love we have just begun to write. It may seem funny to say this now after I have rambled on so much already, but I am speechless. I read this, and re-read it again and cry sometimes, but fall for you all over again everytime. Cont ......

    SuSpence commented on A Description To Define What Cannot Be Defined

    07-29-2010

    ...... For months now you have often been the best part of my day, when I get to share music with you, or make you laugh, or to hear your voice, and make you smile. But you are fast becoming the best part of my life. As poets, we pride ourselves on our command of words, and our ability to express ourselves and our emotions, but I often fail at this with you. In part my emotions are so new I have yet to feel them to thier full potential, and am left dumbfounded with what I feel, but mostly it is because I read your words, I hear you speak the words, I hear you breathing, and I am left speechless. In time, I will find the words I am looking for to express how deeply I feel for you, but I look forward until that day comes to spend each day showing you. You said 'Love me do, You know I love you.' As I said in the poem I wrote to you in reply to these beautiful words, 'Know, I love you too.' Peace and Love (makes purple Haha) Spence

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.