This is my first attempt at a ballad so here goes something...(humming
"Big Brother")
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No way Jose
Then I went and told Jay brown
Should of known that was gonna come back around
Should of told you like a man should of told you first
But I told somebody else, that's what made shit worse
My big brother was BIG's brother
So here's a few words from your kid brother
If you admire somebody you should go ahead and tell um
People never get the flowers while they could smell um
"Big Brother", Kanye West, ALBUM: Graduation(2008)
Usually speaking, a lot if not all of my songs are about people and situations. Right now I'd like to slow down and pay heed to that particular quote and tell a number of people their importance to me if they didn't already know it. And with this piece all the people are represented as royalty and people of a royal court, mystic beings, or nature personified. Reading it you should be able to figure out who you are and what it is I'm saying about your particular character. If not, just ask and I'll tell you.
(clears throat)I present to you..."THE COURAGE OF LOVE"
The
gallant Galahad to
someA
rock upon which
many found the swells
Of
deepest inquiries,
of pensive strategiesA place where
secrets found
castle, to rook words
perfectlyThat
unyielding stone where
waves crashed,
tides ebbedAnd there
always stood fortitudeSilent strength to all
Yet, and still it seemed
Those
goddesses and
princesGave
glorious giftTo a
stony juggernautThat
silently grew in solaceIn the fortress of a
quieter calmUnbeknownst yet sustaining
second lifeA
second wind for latter days of grand race
From each came a
Magi sort of
somethingPerfectly wrapped as if sweetest myrrh
Or the beloved gold or frankincenseThere was the
one among the
manyA
deep rooted tree
Who
resolved to present to that
mountainWith
everlasting loyaltyAs constant as
New Jerusalem itself
Unbreakable the bonds of it
Through
bloody sands and all the opposite of the evens
Stood the
fraternal bonds and to the day
Immortal stayTwo others extended likewise courtesy
Longtime allies to an ever-changing
peakThe
looming druid of the duo seems backend
Of a flipped coin to eyesight
Opposite but
same, challenging eloquence to venues
Beyond some normal standardAnd the lute player sort of both
Was the
blood far past days when memory began
Challenge and recollection was the
granted And mind once knew of a strong sorceress
Immortal but human, strong but fragile
Talented to
no endsAnother that
pushed and
challengedBut the yin and yang of the existence
Told lessons of
balance, and gray being
Nothing too
dark, nothing too
lightThat duality seemed
perfect shaping
As charm caster became a
sister even
The
apex doted upon a chance meeting
That became
moreA listening earBelonging to sweet
auroraBrighter than the length of days
Infected, rather rained upon
With
the joy of the presenceThe word of ever calling this
jagged climbFamily and leading the same
To a place of prominence
In the brightest corners of soulThen there came shortly after
A
weathered rosePalest lavender in the coloring
Growing there strongA
beautiful sight to watch
Unlike any other,
unlike stoneStrength more potent in imperfect petals
And a great
companion,
kindred soulOne like
never to be againOverlooking the summit was another
peakTaller,
greater, a
humbling giantThat showed
mirrors and gave
wisdomAnd a
friendship built in same strength toil
Smaller of the two looked up to
greaterAs a
little brother might
Stare up at the accomplishment of
eldest brotherHoping to do
pride to those worksLater days came when
mountains met the sky
Some days misty blue, other days gray as a storm’s crow
An admiration
grewBecause of the
colorsNo, not the
misty blues of
glum graysBut how
true colors always seemed
to show thoughColors of
steadfast nature,
transcendenceAnd a
loyalty to rival elder mountain or tree
Druid or lute player
For those reasons the two
met alwaysAs
blood, thickest brew
Then there was the
hurricaneUnpredictable, wildEven
beautiful as the dawnSeemed the storm taught ways to be different
To
alter the normal
perfectlyTo make the
off kilter glamourEvery eye seems to
hunger afterWithout having ever saidExactly thatThen
at loving last There was
the sun and
the moonSo dear to the heartHaving
carved their own
nichesIn
deep caves inside the rockThe rise of the sun was a
delightThe day’s star warmed the dark side of the mountainRays of
hope,
optimism, and
the grandest futureThings the
lowly mountain thought
impossibleIllogical for even consideration
But
possible in
every dawn and every noonAnd as the other
falls Sister seems to
come againFrom the backdrop of stage
A
sweet lullaby those moonbeams
The thoughts of
the focus, the driveFalls on the
base, the
zenithAnd
focuses the
peakAll
without ever sayingBut by actionsBy the
strive,
ever vigilantAnd when account is
taken Of all the qualities shared,
givenOnly one thing can be made
Only oneAll of these creationsGave to a
mountainThe
abilityAnd the
courage of love
