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Steven Fried Jun 2013
Music is*

Pure exhilaration, inspiration, and ecstasy/
Uncontrollable drive and dedication

An uncontrollable but welcome smile/
A shot of adrenaline throuhg every vein/
The pulsation of an entire body

Every muscle fiber pulled taut by anticipation/
A crescendo of notes and chords fueling an emotional high

Butterflies, no- jetplanes in the listeners stomach/
Being headed from the lyrical content

Unification through the melting of souls

Rent apart by individual and intensely personal fetishes

Immortal...

Timeless.
Steven Fried Jun 2013
Don't be afraid to take a long-due break from your
raking

Then we'll put a brake on the cake we are done our
baking

Down by the lake lay a snaking just
waking

For Pete's sake won't you make this place stop
quaking

Put a stake through that drake- he is no swan, he must stop
faking

When I shake this snowflake my wrists began
aching
Steven Fried Jun 2013
Rapprochement
was necessary for survival

Handicraft helped
but shelter was not necessary as the world burned

To phase'out companionship
invites emetic death

Blazes hot enough to burn stars
smolder with sulfurous fumes

The flames burgeon illumination
as worlds are rent

All forms of hesitation are irrelevant with
society's abutments collapsed.

To pass freely was
never an option.
Steven Fried Jun 2013
Feminine poetry is the most alluring.
The curvature of a woman's wrist around a pen is beautiful.
Their faces are knit in concentration so intense, yet
velvety smooth. Women are graceful- they glide along the page like an
ice skater. Feminine poetry has an elegant air incomparable with their counterpart.
There is
darkness, but with darkness comes strength.
Demons abound on their pages, bred from the hardships stretching through the millennia.
Dark inspiration breeds radiating beauty.
Steven Fried Jun 2013
I write because I'm vain.
I'm searching for validation.
I reap a meager harvest.
searching for aches and pains.
I don't envy you,
I'm not invincible,
just immature.

My dam will burst with inspiration-
to be wiped by a blank canvas.
When vanity passes and enlightenment is bestowed,
the words are here now…
where is my inspiration?
Steven Fried Jun 2013
More white than the most beautiful
wedding dress. More delicate than the fairest
rose. More valuable than its weight in
gold. More necessary than
milk and bread. More precious than a brilliant
diamond. More useful than the
strongest man. More versatile than the
slyest fox.
Toilet paper: I love thee.
Steven Fried Jun 2013
I'm not yankin' your chain, pullin’ the wool over your eyes, or any of that ****.
This is the job man.
Fly a plane, build a bridge, climb a mountain- do it man. Don't limit yourself.
Unless you’re not that adventurous guy, I mean, that's cool. No inner drive to be outgoing: That's cool, that's cool, I get it, stay with us… work at the Laundromat. There are so many benefits to a Laundromat. Good… well decent money. Not much real work, we operate machines, so whatever really. But the chillest part is, we get to see the creepy stains people have on their clothing... and have a good laugh behind their backs.
These stains tell stories.
Pilots are sweaty under their arms. This tells me they are confined, cramped, caged, we are free in our own little Laundromat world.
Bridge builders have industrial stains; no regular old machine will get those out. We are chillin’ working for the same pay they are at a quarter of the effort. Hikers are even worse. They are soaked head-to-toe in sweat for a view from a postcard- idiots.
It may not be as stimulating as flying a plane; as as helpful as building a bridge; as monumental as hiking a mountain; but it’s the superiorly important.
We are doing the world a huge service. Without us, there would be no uniforms for pilots, no clothes for the bridge builder, and no hiking gear for the mountain man.
Buck up, life could be worse, you could be a more useless guy with creepy stains who flies a plane- builds a bridge- or hikes a mountain and then overpays us at the Laundromat to clean his clothes.
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