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  1.     

Violin

She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters -
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling - wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound -
Yet the player wasn't there,
Only creamy song - soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening,
Romance of a tune - laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.

Then a climax -
Writhing passion cutting deep -
Wounding macho flesh;

And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.




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Mark R Slaughter

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  2.     

Adirondack Airs

Cigar
O how she fogs
the room

lil' Betelgeuse
reddens on the draw

she's parked
tucked inside the dryness
of my mouth



Detuned courses
ring to fingers

steel blues
cools the air

I'm under call
of axe

we're mates

bending out a bass
I hammer on
to drift

I, BLANK-FACE

whisky-honed black-eyes

cruise the abalone

adirondack airs the tone
to life

She sings!

my only need -
a dozen strings


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Mark R Slaughter

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  3.     

When The Rythem Of Music Changes, Even Dancers Also Change Their Step

Must i dance or must i not dance? This is a question that someone would ask oneself.We are living in a world of mixed races, because of this some chooseto go for racism. Their faces are filled with racesim. Their actions allthink of evil. One people, diferent colors.When the rythem of of music changes, dancers change their step.We are in a world which is full of mixed races and cultures andtraditions. Not all of these are good and again not all of them are bad.Some people decide to go for the bad ones whlst others decide to go forthe good ones. This usually causes tensions and barriers amongest thepeople.When the rythem of music changes, even dancers changer their steps.We are blessed with a lot of tribes all over the world and right here inzambia. And because of this it is by option that you must atleastbelong to one of these, it is a must by nature of our birth and ourparents.some people choose to be tribalist whilst others chose just tofair.When the rythem of music changes, even dancers change their steps.We live a world of democratic countries and few are monarchs andmilitary ruled nation. In democratic countries, we find a number ofpolitical parties. And as citens we choose either to support the rullingparty or the opposition.When the rythem of music changes even dancers change their step.We have a number of traditional dances world over. And all of theseall have different tunes. When the rythem of music changes, evendancers change their steps. It is because of this rythem of music thattakes over the minds of the people. It is this music music that wouldeven save and hope to a P the hospital, who is about to die. The rythemmakes them fill whoole and healed, even though, they are not.When the rythem of music changes, even dancers change their stepband it makes the kings subjects at the royal palacece to forget tocontinue giving praises to the king and join in various dances.If the music goes fast even the dancers steps will move fast. When themusic goes slow even the steps of the dancers will be slow. When musicgoes borring, even dancer`s will doze and finally sleep.It all depends as a christian, which rythem of music you decide totake and follow.What rythem has changed in your life? Is it a rethem of peer presure, that your steps have changed to liquortaking, fornication and adulturey, and smoking and drug abuse.Is it the rythem of diobidience that your steps have changed toforgetingyour creator in heaven. You now live as if you own this life.You live as if God does not and has never existed. Are you sure that isa step, you have decided to follow? Are you sure your ways pl, ease the almighty? When the rythem of music changes, even dancers change thier steps.
 
Preston Mwiinga

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The Music's Musicality

There is nothing pretty and wonderful Like music... Undoubtedly music is our souls' nutrition Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... Without some music or music itself, then Life's pretty musicality will not be great... Music is not just musical instruments, but It's something greatly and wonderfully spiritual... There is nothing pretty like music Simply because it makes life different... Life's musicality is greater and more wonderful Than any other thing... We can not distance ourselves from any music Simply because life needs a certain music To make it better, lovelier, and more wonderful... ______________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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