America the Beautiful is broken
into variations, reassembled
at fifteen, while your friends played ball, tumbled
after grounders.  Met her, vows were spoken,
children came, a job to feed and shelter.
Insurance, managed risk made up your days
while music filled your nights and underlaid
a counterpoint of art and home.  She felt your
dualistic muse; the age-old tale
of starving artist held no taste for you.
Forty years of working every breath
until the night your muse's heart would fail.
You lived for years with your worst fear come true,
for you had starved your artist to his death.

That frolic pronunciation of words
Moving the Tongue in Motion
The Palate has become Smooth
Excess Saliva in the mouth doesn't come
And the melody is made
Without the knowledge of the mind
That is Called the Songs of Heart,
Songs of Freedom
Outburst the Words
Of Love

Find Fascination
Grown the rhythm of life
Where Peacocks unclogging their feathers
The rain drops on the desert
Flowers bloom in hope
Dreams to fly on wings
Seeking Love
There Peacock has found his Peahen

Flowers Spread Fragrances
Music melts into melody,
In words
In Souls
Moving the River into the Sea
And where there is floated
A Fearless
Love Boat
From one end
To the another Horizon
And where we found our lost existence

@Musfiq us shaleheen

I thought I could fly,
so why did I drown?
I believed I was strong
But look at me now
I'm sitting here crying
And I can't stop the tears
It feels like I've lost everyone
But were they ever here?

I built my foundation
But its falling apart
Its slowly breaking
Just like my heart
I say I'm okay
But I've never been so wrong
I've been living with open wounds
For far too long

I'm seeing my friends
My sisters
Fading away
I'm trying to tighten my grasp
I need them to stay
They know how it hurts
They know how it bleeds
I'm slowly losing
Everything

I  give me you my all
rock roll
  give gave to all
it gonna be all right
i feel it tonight   right in my bones
  what with whynever
falsetto high keys
vibrations  
come here pretty babay
   echooooooo so low in southern tones
get down with me
          feel warm
as long
as   the   hard times does.

No, no-- I gotta go
I gotta go like Jackie-O
cause she had style n' she had grace
Yeah, she always finished in first place
I'll spend some time with you in mind
Baby only, if you treat me kind
cause' I've been all there, and I've done all that
I will exit like a bored black cat
cause talk is cheap and --and, now I know
I'm not some blondie in your show
Uhhh-yeah--
now bring it all back
bring it all back ~ bring it ~ bring it
bring it like that...
Oh, n yeah'
I'll be your baby/I'll be your cat
just bring it ~ bring it
bring it like that...
I'll make you sing
as I scratch your back
ha-ha --
cause don't you know, Oh
I'm like a Jackie-O-
Oh n' yeah...
I like it - like it
when you do it like *that...

And if these words should touch your heart
when dance they will past jaded eyes,
weave subtle smiles as tears depart,
from broken hearts and pretty lies.

And if my song it moves your soul
to dance in rhythm to it's beat
then I will sing until you're whole
and darkest fears admit defeat.

Then I will know I've played my part
in bringing light to fractured shore
and I will keep your hand in mine
until the darkness leaves your door.

Now...

I'm not about
to confess
to know of this test,
any more
and maybe less
than the usual mess.

Expert
wanna be
burn my eyes
gonna see
can I make
sense of this
dominant stress

It seems a woman
plays soft
thus a man
plays hard
but what she craves in the end
she never gets

Because the
dynamic changes
our role
rearranges
instincts to sustain us
make our minds regress

And she's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

Control freak
she'll bequeath
he can't do
between the sheets
what once
in his mind
was
sacred and bless

She grows hard
he goes soft
happy scarred
awareness lost
he becomes what she hates
a yes-man, yes

With her eye on the prize
while he loses focus
she
in her right
lays the magick to rest

'till
all that's here
left to see
how long it takes
'till she leaves he
and follows her own sunset
in the untamed West

And he's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

The things she'll do
just to spite
what he wants to
and did recite
but not with him,
Oh Hell No,
not with Her chest

Fnds a way
so he knows
no doubt
that she owns
and faults him when he learns
of her ****** best

He can't sleep
becomes a sheep
MOJO lost
on the heat
of that which might have been
had he
had more zest

She might have stayed
had he played
along with her witchy way
and also
respected
her emotional tests?

And that's the mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

Was it Vanilla or Lily?
May have been musk really.
Heart notes of Coconut or Sweet pea.
It sure did bring back her memory.

Oh! Her laughter and wrinkled nose,
My delicate desert rose.
She bloomed in my frigid heart,
Only to hurt and tear apart.

You left me twisting in agony
In the hurricane's eye of my mind
Where love goes flying by
Destruction , far and wide

Don't let me remember I loved you
Let me forget what I once held
Please don't agonize me
I fell from heaven , now reside in hell

Break the twines that hold me down
Cut the ropes of memories made
Release me from my sentence
Let me RIP in my grave