From my heart.


The Blues (A Fibonacci Challenge Piece)

Blues.
Pain.
Hope lives.
Music lives.

There is truth in pain.

Men, women, children feel the beat.

There is music in Hope,
And there is Truth in the Blues.

Even the whitest of white men
Is only three heartbreaks away
From being a bluesman.

The Blues was born
The day the verdant West African shoreline
Fell away from sight,
While the overloaded ship
Slipped away from the horizon.

The only way the magic of the Blues will ever die out
From the musical language of this world we share
Is if by some small chance the power of love
Becomes greater than the love of power
And the world knows nothing but peace.



Poetry by Reilley
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Written on 2009-02-26 at 14:26

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You seem to have a beautiful heart...

This text is well written, intense, and true.

Welcome on the bay!

Language: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 4
2009-02-26