Tag Archives: Guitar
Has my song struck outFrets
A little paralyzed
Blinded still, at times
These days
Moments worth true gold
Become hours wayward spent
Making sense of eyes
Wond’ring of intentions
What culpability
What unseen brokenness
Finds my listless guitar
Nerves regenerated
Arising, free
For to tell me
Overthink no more
God’s guitar strings
I confess my foremost thought
Will Satan steal my ballad-blues
I let him steal my joy for you
He wants to have my therapy too
So should I wade through what the truth brings
To your hard heart through God’s guitar strings
Beyond my green-blue broken life
I will, I’ll breathe
And then I’ll write
Unlearn
Why 3am keeps callin’
Is for someone else to say
I do know it has me wantin’
To hear that guitar play
Later on when sunset
Weighs heavy on my frame
I’ll wish to unlearn and unsee
3am’s cruel game
This Haiku: Smiling Strummer
My God, I am glad
For the love letters en route
The songs on the streets
This Haiku: Guitar Neck
Take me and show me
the sun on your guitar neck.
Play. Play and don’t stop.
This Haiku: Dear Guitar,
Let me learn your soul.
Speak to me in Spanish. I’ll
hold you through dark songs.
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