The song won’t stop playing,
The words change,
But the tune stays the same-
They tell me it’s my age,
A thing I gotta work out-
But the words keep changing,
Making me wonder,
What it’s all about…
I touch my skin,
But I can’t get past its roughness,
I thought women were supposed to be soft?
I look into my soul,
And see strange symbols burning
With such brightness,
It hurts my eyes,
And I have to turn away…
I write down its meaning,
But I can’t read my own words!
And that damn song keeps playing,
Over and over again,
Do you hear it too?
Listen!
Damn…
The words have changed again-
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Reviews of "The Song Won't Stop Playing..."
Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
Reviewed on August 4, 2003
Wonderful lament, Reindeer, and very thoughtfully presented!
The words change the second we understand them.. Then we have to try and figure out the new words and the new meanings.. very frustrateing. We change so quickly..inside and out..it seems impossable to keep up with the thoughts of who we think WE should be.
I touch my skin,
But I can’t get past its roughness,
I thought women were supposed to be soft?
I look into my soul,
And see strange symbols burning
With such brightness,
It hurts my eyes,
And I have to turn away…
This what I see in this write.. Sorry if I am way off..
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
Very well done
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Nose all a glow as I read it
This is fantastic...
PJ
Excellent as always Reindeer......
Jack
So nice and excellent ....
Enjoying your writes
Your perception is strong, and the imagery you set off is absolutely awesome.
LOVE IT and AM SAVING IT!!!!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
~Chrissie
Jenni
Love
Tinka
In Spirit,
Bear
I dont know the words
but it goes like this
A woanderful write ...Reindeer
William
I touch my skin,
But I can’t get past its roughness,
I thought women were supposed to be soft?
I look into my soul,
And see strange symbols burning
With such brightness,
It hurts my eyes,
And I have to turn away…
This what I see in this write.. Sorry if I am way off..
Nancy