Feb 05, 2013 00:43
i stare at this blank page.. it begs me to write.. right. its my hands. my fingers. laccking in teh way of mvoement. words. sentences. and things.
so let the drummer kick.
let the moment of words and hands
and singing things
well its that voice
the crack and stutter
like my fingers
words they cry
words!
give me the soul
the sound
the beat that plays
and tunes and
welll dont you know this song
baby play
and how silly these gaMES
the heart that races
races
shake
its like
the senses breaking
breathing
bolding
holding through the noise
find the song
find the note
and you hear dont you
or want to
deaf to eyes
the speaking
whisper
find it in the wind
gracing you ears
your neck your
and cant you tell me
write me
the story is simple
or wild
or quiet
so many stories
so many
sing sing sing
the words fall at my feet
dance they cry
dance!
left
then right
now step
its like
that rhythm breaking
and breathing your soul
dance
telling your heart
dance
dance
dance