• Others 25.07.2007

    There is not so much good done…in the doing,
    As there is in the conflictive stress of undoing.
    You come so far; but now, you must go back;
    Everyother step you took, was a wrong track.

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    There is not so much good done…in the doing,
    As there is in the conflictive stress of undoing.
    You come so far; but now, you must go back;
    Everyother step you took, was a wrong track.

    Diligent practice plants habits within the mind;
    So, consider carefully how you spend the time.
    Drills dig a place for growing things–to recall;
    And it’s difficult to ungrow things that are tall.

    Music is a physical art–of love and soul respect;
    It demands your endurance–with a subtle nack.
    Tempermental will float a few victims of the art;
    The tendency arouses some ego, but not smart.

    You sang the notes…that should’ve been sung;
    Thus, worked the vocals–with little, or no fun.
    Perchance, you must backtrack to arrive a new;
    Rearrange your voice–by some thinking you do.

    Consider each note, which comes from the heart;
    Don’t let the brain boast–that it became smart.
    The stress that is accumulated…is only delusion;
    Sing the note, but refuse to entertain confusion.

    Think of a beautiful voice–as fun to be worked;
    And don’t allow the work–to be foiled by a jerk.
    Fun is infectious; a delight that others may hear;
    But, no one enjoys ugly notes–forsaking cheer.

    Remove the crust that blocks the speed-of-right;
    Your heart desires to sing notes, which are light.
    Stress! creates turmoil to stymie a will of action;
    Backtrack, and relax!–to your pure satisfaction.
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    Posted by Lee Mahana @ 6:07 PM

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