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Strum My Guitar And Wait

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Published: January 4, 2006
Oh, there are no words that express it,
Save one, but I won't accept it.
Love, It's not a strong enough word.
All I can do is strum my guitar and wait.

Merely hours away am I,
From seeing your face, beaming and expressing,
All that is good, all that is healthy and embodies,
All that is love, all that is lovely and I know it,
So I strum my guitar and wait.

Somewhere, my someone is thinking of me,
And knowing me,
And accepting me,
And knowing, that she's my someone.
And somewhere, my someone is hoping for me,
And anticipating me,
And thinking for me,
And I know, she's my someone,
So I'll strum my guitar and wait,

But what rats scurry in the walls of my mind,
Those rats that bring bitterness,
Those rats what bring out the bad,
Those rats that hate all that is good,
Oh, how they scurry in the walls of my mind,
But those rats that bring out the bad,
So hate the strumming,
And so I'll strum my guitar and wait.

On the September night,
That night that I dread,
I was alone, just my guitar,
And I died, they say, still strumming.
The rats fear death, and have left me,
But I never saw you before I left,
I just strummed my guitar and waited,

But I never felt you coming,
On moonlit nights however,
You visit the stump on which I sat,
And you listen to my ghostly playing,
And you dance so jubilantly, for you know,
I'm watching you right beside you,
So you dance with your life,
And I strum my guitar, and wait no more.
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So alone in this ocean of repercussions with that droning prosaic sound wafting on the aroma of cigarettes as B.B. King sings of his troubles; now my troubles, I seek to hide away. Submerging memories and beliefs at the bottom of a half-drunken glass of bourbon like a yellow submarine, seems easier in the lyrics, pelting down on my eardrums like rain, than that day time drama that unfolded before my eyes. Though the river of harmony continues to ebb and wane, the constant assault of anguish continues to wrack my mind as if fortified by this tumbler of spirits, releasing more than it’s meant to suppress. Growing wearie
© 2006 - 2019 H-P-Lovecraft
more romantic babble....well, I like it, but if you like my dark stuff more, then don't bother reading this or telling me that you don't like it cuz it's not dark. those of you who do like romanticism, read on.
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I wanted to grow old with you
I wanted to grow old with you: turn grey and fade away, subdued. To walk with you through all the years and face, as one, our darkest fears. We'd burn too brightly for this Earth and share in sorrow and in mirth; to each the other's soul would bare and twice the love, at once, declare. For each would know the other's mind and there a perfect solace find; we would be two, though as one known – discrete though merged & mingled grown. I wanted to grow old, it's true: turn grey and fade to dust with you.
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Beautiful
When I see you feeling so empty, I just want to hold you close to me, Wipe those tears of fear from your eyes, Wishing you could see your beauty. Its clear to me that you're hurting, A thought that tortures me inside. I long to take away your pain , But that request has been denied. I'll stand by your side forever, Till death tears me away from you, I'd never leave you willingly, My love will always remain true. Give me your sorrow, pain, and fear, I would gladly bear them for you, One like you does not deserve them, In sympathy my heart bleeds too. Listen to me and please believe, You're beautiful as none can be, Incalcuabl
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So alone in this ocean of repercussions with that droning prosaic sound wafting on the aroma of cigarettes as B.B. King sings of his troubles; now my troubles, I seek to hide away. Submerging memories and beliefs at the bottom of a half-drunken glass of bourbon like a yellow submarine, seems easier in the lyrics, pelting down on my eardrums like rain, than that day time drama that unfolded before my eyes. Though the river of harmony continues to ebb and wane, the constant assault of anguish continues to wrack my mind as if fortified by this tumbler of spirits, releasing more than it’s meant to suppress. Growing wearie
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Lord-Fox's avatar
wow, you have such a great imagination. You should become a song writer or something :)
This piece is the type of piece that makes me want to keep reading to find out what happens in the end.
Very well done!
:+fav:
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
Well, I have been thinking about forming a short story around it, but that might take away the imagination of it. I do hope to one day write songs, but I don't think it's very likely. Here's my statistics:

30% chance of: Poet with some good books
5% chance of: Songwriter
5% chance of: Poet with GREAT books
60% chance of: average joe.
Lord-Fox's avatar
lol, are you a good story writer? i'd say go for it :) but it's your work, do what you want with it.
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
I most definitely will.
lokeyswimmer's avatar
i like it, but it doesn't have the good rhythm of most of your other poems, maybe its just more divers for the song but i wont know until i hear it *wink*wink*
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
well, i can't submit audible soundtracks on to dA and i don't have any sites to submit it on, so your stuck wondering. hehe, like most of my material.
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FaerietopiaProfessional General Artist
I happen to play the guitar as well. Maybe not as good as you, but it's something. This poem surely leaves a deeper impression in me. is true that musicians seek comfort in their chords, whatever their instrument is. Especially when the pain is caused by love. And so do artists with their illustrations or writings.I happen to be more artistic when I'm depresed. Thanks for sharing such a poem with us. I truly enjoyed reading it.
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
thank you, it's true, I find solice in playing guitar, i find solice in writing my poetry, even in doing some schoolwork i find solice. But I just truly loved playing my guitar yesterday, so i wrote the song, then i decided it'd make a good dA submission. so, glad you all enjoyed it, it was my pleasure.
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Sporenza Writer
You play guitar? So do I! This is freaky...
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
heh, I've been playing for a little over a year, i'm not that great yet, but i practice around 3 hours a day, so i'm getting there, I suppose.
SillySnowFox's avatar
This is really good, it almost sounds like a song
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
well i was gonna submit it as a song...(I wrote it as a song) but i decided to just submit it as a poem, because thats what it was originally. Plus putting in the chords/notes would be a little complicated.
SillySnowFox's avatar
yea, though you could prolly tab it out without too much trouble. I don't think dA has a section for song lyrics though
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
exactly, so i'll just strum my guitar and....submit more poetry.
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