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The Guitar's True Purpose
Place the strings lightly amongst the pick...the way ready for the sounds of life to begin...oh the extremities of sound,
The anticipation of the first chord to be strummed...picked into a glorious appeal of honest valiance and astounding colors of thought,
A beginning of life's true devotions...the strumming beginning like a slow association with angels and reserved constitutions,
That light pick...the faint sound of the brightest chord vibrating along the wooden shaft of the guitar...it begins.
Has it begun...oh yes the sounds of particular feels rising...creating and presenting destiny among every crevice of one's soul,
Truth be known...restitutions of granular regards...let the sounds rise through the roof of musical genius,
Let it be Hayden played alongside...maybe Beethoven with a slight touch of previous existence...an orchestra presenting tailored ways,
It's so beautiful the rise in tone...of texture and pitch in which the strings perform...ever so slight reproductions.
Cameras ready will you...for the time has come to reveal it's true nature...the rise and fall like a cello whispering,
But guitar you are oh so beautiful...willingly showing true standards of E and G...Maybe even An oh yes you play,
Throw in the towel of the fight you will not...it's not quite time to give way for better things,
The sounds are too awesome and reoccurring...the emotional levels are rising like the heartbeat swaying.
It is happening...the finale has finally drawn near...sounds bursting the walls of hundreds upon thousands of homes with YouTube amazingness,
Radio frequency reproducing the creativity...conduit wires sending the sounds to various parts of the planet,
Culture on every level...pacing and willing relativity in all aspects of any truth one may gaze,
The close is near...the sounds are fading...many crying with joy...understanding of families and so the guitar goes quiet...it has begun.
If you like this poem, you can view a few of my others below:
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Individualistic freedom from Government oppression and personal struggles. The idea within this poem is to display human habit of adaption rather than individuality.
- Diabetes Nation
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- An epic Gladiators false hope
Roman Gladiators fight to the death to favor an emperors calling. This is to no avail however. as the Gladiator's were given the ultimate test of honor.