NEVER-ENDING

SHE'S NOT MY LITTLE GIRL

Ok ... so I originally thought I would just attempt to display the way I hear the words that come to me ... and would not be displaying anything musical here. Problem is, the last post ( Silent Symphonies ) is all about the music that accompanies a large portion of what I write, so I felt compelled to include this ... and while you can't hear the music you can get a feel for it ... and it made much sense to me as I still can't sing this for her without choking up ... so for now ... perhaps this will suffice. I love you T.

She's Not My Little Girl by Nazmythian ( Tanya's Song ) on YPDC

SILENT SYMPHONIES

I was asked if I had a "normal" voice .... I suppose this is as close to normal as I get.

Silent Symphonies by Nazmythian on YPDC, can be read here.

AFTER SHOCKS

This works spoken, but it actually has a Metallica style melody that can accompany it as well.
I would love to hear this read by Sean Connery. That is quite almost... exactly as it should be.

Find the words printed here
After Shocks by Nazmythian on YPDC

I TRIED

I woke up one mornin' hearin a cowboy recite his tale ...

You can find it here ... I Tried by Nazmythian on YPDC

VOICES

This is my very first audio post ... just a sampling of what goes on within my head

For written copy of what you hear, follow the link below

"Voices" by Nazmythian on YPDC

RESURECTION

* RESURECTION *

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The power of love, and the strength of The Magic

Events of my world, wreaking sorrow and havoc

Inside my soul as I fight to control

This urge to put words to page

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The fire still burns, though the flames have been smothered

An ember flares up and encourages others

I find as I sit, determined to quit

From the ashes arises The Sage

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I promised myself, I could hide what's inside

Time has determined it won't be denied

Music lives on with the beat of each song

Seeking words to be heard in its rage

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I now continue to practice this art

Writing down words, that are heard in my heart

Magic and chance are relived with each dance

And move on with each coming of age

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With my pen in hand, I'll recount all the stories

The days of our lives, of our sorrows and glories

For I can't deny, who I am inside

And it will not let me keep it caged !!

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Mynstral Lives !!

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Copyright © Nazmythian ... [2004-08-08 02:57:31].

MINSTREL'S EPITAPH

* MINSTREL'S EPITAPH *

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Written Words

Etched in stone, typed in print, or scrawled on paper

They possess some of the strongest magic known to man

Lines transform into symbols, the symbols become letters

The letters produce words

Magic

Words hold within themselves power

The proper combination of words can start or end wars

They can bring a strong man to his knees

Make the weakest child invincible

Words can make you laugh or cry

They can blind you from the truth, or open your eyes

To unlimited possibilities

Words can make you think

They can make you feel

They can make you sing

Or they can make you bleed

Words can be the the source of anguish

Of pain and sorrow

Such intense despair that its depths are unfathomable

Words feed the imagination

Take you places that you have never been

Show you things within your mind

That you could never hope find

Alone

They can make you dream

They can make you love

They can make you believe, or they can make you doubt

Words can spark fires of jealousy

They can illuminate your darkest fears ...

Words are magic ... words are power

More magic, more power

Much more responsibility

Than I know what to do with, or care to weild

Anymore

I lay down my pen, as I hang up my robes

I renounce my abilities

Who and what I have been, I am no longer

I renounce my magic

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No more

Written words

Copyright © Nazmythian ... [2004-08-07 12:28:48]