I'll let you define me,

 

I've spent much too many hours, minutes, seconds of my life;

with faithful, passionate, serene dedication..searching for that undiscovered music. 

That music that is either too old, or too well known by a small amount of lovers. My main thing while musically adventuring though, is really just to find a new musical muse, for none other, and none more fittingly, than.. well, myself. 

I want to die knowing that my ears explored as much of this worlds God, golden, fortune, wondrous sounds as possible. This might have already been said a lot throughout history, and I'll just be another young folk added to the group, but I seriously can't imagine living a life without MUSIC.

I've never had such an intimate, humble, selfish obsession..as the one which I've had, and up to day still have, with the many voices, words, and sounds of the WORLD; that add up to the overly-simple

titled category called:  M U S I C.

Music makes me feel, unexplainable feelings. Music is A PART of me.

Music has been there for me in those little- B I G, moments of my life...

M U S I C: my ultimate, most endearing, wild, free, soothing, unforgettable, INFINITE;

roller coaster ride.

YOU do the math..

 

IT'S 3:49 AM, and once again I'm in lack of  a rested mind.
It's  not a matter of insomnia, or restless aging thoughts that keep my pupils glistening in a midnight darkened  room. It's not the caffeine consumed that keeps my creative adrenaline flowing. It's nothing too exaggerated or exquisite. There is none or nothing to blame; but on the contrary, a five-lettered word is the least I could give credit to: YOUTH.
These late nights, and early mornings..haven't worn down on me, yet.
Half the planet (now, that's exaggeration) find themselves asleep...
dreaming an extraordinary tale, expanding their years of beauty, decreasing their opportune days of...

L U N A

There is something about the moon.
It is splendid; magical.
In the darkness of the night, I lay beside my restless bones,
and allow the mind inside my head, to wander out alone.
It reaches its grand heights, it knows not where it goes,
but every night it makes its way to a place too far away from home.
Somewhere..Next to the stars, above the sky..it converses with the Moon.
The Moon...tells its stories. Some horrid, with beauty;
Often of sadness, mostly of glory. Both of pending, and past.
The mind stays and listens; sheds tears, and then glistens;
becomes intrigued by each word the Moon swiftly speaks away..
The Brain, The Brain..It paints its own pictures; soft dark dancing figures;
3, 4, 2, 1... out of order it comes.
The Brain; like a pistol..
two bullets, one deep shot.
It triggers each moving figure...into my head and then...
I'm still not dead.

Midnight Conclusions.

Heard the neighbors alarm clock go off today, 

made me aware of how long I've been awake;

Five-Hundred hours since I last seen your face, 

all is so dull, without your embrace...

I used to like the night. I'd wait for it, hope for it, 

but now...I dread it, And there is no way to avoid it. 

When the lonesome night makes intent to break,

the velvet gray slowly turns to day. 

In rotation, the sun went too far, came closer the moon...

and it stayed, it became..the reason my life drifts away. 

The more the galaxy glows, the brighter it shines;

the harder it becomes to breath, the stronger becomes the strive. 

The digital red no longer ticks, the digital red no longer speaks. 

This silence makes me more aware, as static lingers in my hair. 

I can't help but stone, and stare. I cannot feel you, anywhere. 

Potential memories haunt me deep, monsters crept into my past. 

I wanted to warn me, and let myself know.

I wanted to save me, and win my own war. 

These fingers hold my sympathy. 

Hurt exposes through a melody.

My lips stutter insecurities.. but these words are my epiphany;

they whisper every thought between, our last melancholy kiss. 

Locked inside these four thread walls, I reside to be a no one. 

I surrender to a perhaps...like the strings of a guitar.