365 daily challenge summary week 35

Greetings

Another week another opportunity to read some verses, next week we are back with Remake of a songtitle week again since it is a new month, that means new opportunities:) If you are new to this blog and have no Idea what I am talking about please check this link and you will see what it is all about: https://mesayah.wordpress.com/2012/05/22/what-is-your-favorite-song-next-week-is-song-title-week-in-365-daily-challenge/

I have as you all know also released the single Footsteps for free this week and have appreciated everyone’s feedback and streaming of that track:

 

Back to this weeks verses, here they are:

Topic: Inner beauty She shared a heart so big her body was bursting she was cursed with the  the burning desire to to help those that where hurting spent her entire life searching with a thirsty desire she would admire most especially those with a special inner fire despised no one, helped her enemies, except her self, the solo in the choir Her voice was spoken for others, her inneer voice was silenced by the tiger got no love left to share prior to the one others would require a modern day friar Tuck, Robin Hood character but without a Marion to carry her over the worst barriers her entire heart was carrying and crying for the souls in the barricades her loved was paraphrased as genuin care while her emotions tore open hearts like a hurricane The inner beauty of this girl, overcomed the surface her purpose was greater than her person and inner soul service searched for the needy to help that was her purpose a complete circle of love versus the feeling of beeing worthless so she fulfilled her life sentence with a beauty so big

Topic: Indian Summer The summer heat waves put at rest so I adress the downfall with a blessing of no regrets and better yet, couldn´t care about the weather prognoses posess the dream of a day itself, not its portraits if I should wish for something regardless it would be that fall could caress me without its darkness an Indian summer that kiss my body an easy breeze, re-heating me calmly then its not the hunger for the sun, but the urge for it the need of having vitamins to reach through the winter mist I can reach deep ithin, if i need to But then I need the extra strength to keep away from see-through I can see who dreams of licking the sun and who is actually in a need of rest from the darkness from winter cold nights and that is what the Indian summer would help em to keep it right

Topic: Whining Pain in the backbone, voice left in High pitch Want even accept, that the left side of my leg itch so much problems, so few sollutions People getting mad at me, calling them illutions I call them a fusion of inner city movement and a critical confusion When I am slowly moving from point a to point b, I struggle with my movement cant even manouver, my legs to bring me forward So I stop and whine, cause my legs wont cross me over Tired and exhausted Try to work a pause in but they keep on pushing me, while I move with caution My sound gets protracted, I tell em bout the options I cry out for help, but they don´t seem to soften This is the last time, I voluntarily crossing the cross walk from my home over to my office

Topic: Childhood Memories from a childhood dream when life was just what it seemed all the ideas was growing from start and everything created was the beginning a different part combined them together, then we called them memories and ev everything that happened in between, felt like a century we had all the time in the world for our own search for the remedy every experiment and experience was always complimentary fun was something you had, not something you bought time was something you embraced, not something you fought Visions and dreams was something you expanded not narrowed down Being childish and creative happened automaticly and all around not something that was seen as amazing and profound just something that grow in all of us from the moment we make a sound but we seem to forget that when we grow old, I kept my inner child alive and always base my poetry on the memories I have

Topic: Snoring microphone with a crazed Distortion, the snoring calls out, out of proportions this microphone sounds like a peaking portion of a snare drum crashing with a barriton person mangling the bass , crashing and burning with clarinets emerging and searching its way through the bursting waves of a guitar lick at the same time as the drum kicks while someone picks up a trombone that can´t be fixed and peaks out sounds of a crying wolf, howling at the same time in the same recording line Doubled up with multiple tracks combined thats how this snoring microphone sounds Then it exhales and the new sound waves of a hollow howl derails and sends off the peakmeter to another scale my eardrums are pealed off and sets sail towards a new trail of thought, While the microphone keeps on sleeping and telling new tales

Topic :  Hypochondria For every newsflash that flash in front his eyesight about diseases and hundred ways to die by he touches his body with a feeling he could catch that any muscle aching could be where a lump start or the couch he got could be the birth of a longue collapse he starts fantasising, creating stories of how he lived his life wrong He plays the song of regret with his fret, sat ringside for so long with every image created of him on the death bed he silently regress that this time it could be his last breath and end up dead the same breath is getting shorter, he starts to feel a numbness in his legs the fear interfer with the sanity in his head and his mind begs him to stop this instant, but his brain refuses to let go So this is what we live for could I pray for an encore cause this was too short, I have so much more to dream of He falls asleep exhausted by these thought patterns knocked to the floor for all the wrong matters

Topic: Wounded knee The method of the war was divide and destroy the conquer part was already accomplished and deployed The landmarks and the peace the rested in these bad lands and Black Hills was tried tricked out the sleeves of the Lakotas but they refused to obey orders Too much pride inside their hearts to be placed inside a border Thats when the U.S Cavalry decided to fight for their medal of honour when they entered the camp to dissarm the Native “Soldiers” The bloodiest battle startet when the deaf Black Coyote refused to give his gun up Wich really upset Major Withsyde and Colonel Forsyth They started firing, men, women and children was gunned down 150 of them where killed at that time the eastimate rose to the double A slaughter of Women and children, where none caused any trouble At least twenty of those soldiers that fired, recieved the medal of Honour but there is only dishonour in those acts   Peace Love and Harmony MesAyah