I sway in the music like a stalk of sea weed in a soft current, happily going one way or the other.
Why are your ears closed? I'm trying to tell you something through music. But you close your ears and your heart. Where are you?
I cant close my ears. I cant close my heart. They are always open. Music permeates my soul. I find music in every sound I hear. I'm always here.
Why does your music hold so much power over me? Why is it so special?
I cant turn my head. I cant stop. I keep going in the music. But then I go back. Like a salmon. I flow down the river only to come back up my river.
Why aren't you coming closer? Music is a catalyst moving us towards each other but you continually deny it. What's wrong?
I can not deny what I was born with. I can not stop listening. Hearing. Breathing.
Music is my heart. My mind. My soul. My body. My vice.
This was kind of impromptu. I really didn't have anything to say. I just wrote. And this came out. So hopefully it's interesting! Thank you for tuning in!









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I bide my time, I play the games
While darker blood runs through my veins
I wait the day that I can show
The demon that is Kabuto.
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if you steal my art, you will be dragged off in the night and dissected, inch by inch, with a rusty scalpel
I'm glad you like them
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Kind regards,
Frank
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quote of the week:
"Newfoundland dogs are good to save children from drowning, but you must have a pond of water handy and a child, or else there will be no profit in boarding a Newfoundland."
- Josh Billings
I'm glad you like them
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Kind regards,
Frank
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