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I leave my cares
at home with the nurse.

I run fast
when out in the open.

Songs delivered-
reprising my youth-

like symphonic tidal
passing of a finally
reached destination.

Depression left behind-

my guitar is strung up
and ready to be beat.

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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Charles Bukowski

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The following comments are for "I can always count on my Schecter"
by pablowilliams

Enjoyed and get out your guitar!!!

( Posted by: sunshineangel [Member] On: January 23, 2010 )

Ken's Guitar.
Hi Ken, I totally understand this.

Aren't we the lucky ones to have music in our soul, to be able to immerse ourselves in it when the world around us is falling apart!

When my husband was dying, I closed myself off, dimmed the lights and surrendered to the sounds of Rachmaninov, Puccini, chpin and...occasionaly...Frank Sinatra. I was in a perfect world for a few brief moments, gathering strength for what lie ahead.

It sure beats drugs and booze (at least for me)...not to mention blowing a fortune on a therapist!

Music is God's love letter to us.

Bless you,

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: January 23, 2010 )

Sorry Pablo!!!!
So sorry Pablo...I posted Ken's name in error...this was definetly meant for YOU! It's just that I always picture Ken strumming a glad you are into music also!

You really touched a nerve with this one.

Just another senior moment for me...would you believe senior months????


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: January 23, 2010 )

Beat it!!!
Great work here my friend, I'm an amaeture guitarist myself. (I'm just good enough to know I need lessons) I felt this one on a personal level. Thank you so much for sharing!


( Posted by: HeRoCoMpLeX [Member] On: January 23, 2010 )

"reprising my youth"
know that feeling... although lately music isn't always enough...

the last lines are stellar, proving that catharsis is at least one tenth vicarious masochism. I think sometimes we punish said instruments because we can't string up and beat ourselves for our failings... the biggest of which seems to be getting old...

beautifully rendered.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: January 24, 2010 )

Dear friends:
sunshine, thank you.

Wonderful Beatrice, no problem. :) An honor actually! My schecter has the unfortunate task of bearing my emotions and thoughts (so cliche, right?). I love the thing so much!! thank you for your wonderful comments!

Hero- I have been writing and playing for over 14 years now. Its never to late to start; I am glad you are making the effort. As always, thank you so much for your encouraging comments!

Shannon, I know that feeling of music not being enough all to well, hence the failed poetry :) Once again, your comments are poetry in themselves- I love it; always learning!!

Thank you all!

( Posted by: pablowilliams [Member] On: January 24, 2010 )

Oh yeah! Cool poem, but I don't beat up my babies ;)

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: January 24, 2010 )

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