Muscle Poems

I want a wishful journal entry to come true. Less, I’ve written now a whole book all about you.

 

He is good to think about, a comfort to get to know. My body raises out of itself, as if spirit has spoken and promised me more than my limp tired old limbs and homeless toes. He envelops me like a new skin, a relief to meet him is coming, as I’ve been told. I’m not promised a relief from longing, but being entwined with him might help me to touch ground again on another landed home.

 

His wishful voice sounds like a tight wire suspended, a giant rubber band which snaps out our disbelief. The sound formed from his heartstrings deftly reach into the instrument where not many are able to know. Maneuver holds together the steps with the steady same two feet, where God helps and beseeches us to hear his quiet rare quality.

 

It’s the fact that you’re alone a lot. I like you because you are my responsibility now. I have the suspicion that you are good, that pulls me in like your silk scarf around my neck.

 

I’ve mired in perfectionism. Move on if you must, but take this in from someone who loves. The music He knows

Plays with the insightful and sincere, uplifting and positive, genuine and vulnerable, deep and evolved, reverent and holy. The second of silence in his song is his intentional pause. Taunting the invisible to get it, as he is on the front lines of battle with humanity’s struggle to capture a Divine calling.

 

And your people are easy to please.

You only boast a positive portrayal, a spirited motion to create from better,

From dross that others rather leave behind, you sit with, well with last in line.

And all your efforts come with peace.

Speechless to your music– all the language we should speak.

 

You, You are the Instrument

 

When you play your strums, there descends the otherworldly, killing me slowly. With your brand mystique, you are listening to something permissibly Holy. A love song is transient, though never stops beholding, reaching out to the sentient after the show. And you are translating something with your powerful body and infinite mind, that stands back quietly and hits the note on cue.

 

You are gifted, an ancient craftsman, songsmith, technician, leader and possessing possibly the oversoul. Sometimes you are a shy boy, with frustrating modesty and lovableness that is so surprising and even hard to reconcile, as a comparison to study my own. It is that beauty, that you assume such naïveté about, that melts the heart and defenses of those you do not realize.

 

You are intense and intent, rhythmic in your masculine movements, subtle, rearing up like a gentle wave or giant. So precisely in tune, I wonder at how you sway so well, and what more goes on within you, what more do you want to do. You create for other musicians, you bring people up, you have a beautiful way of bringing people’s talents out, and you change lives, for sure.

 

People hide behind your example. I know. I’ve seen. You are never told.

 

Technical and strong, business like integrity and extremely hardworking, you please yourself through struggle, a well harbored confidence and pride, that you will not allow to eclipse anyone else.

Thank you, sweetheart, thank you for all you do. You have a treasure chest inside.

 

This is the example of a real good person. How beautiful a human being can be!