"Musical Ascension"

Attuning the mind,
bringing focus to the specific frequency,
space/time continuums reverberating with the groove, hypnotic,
like that exotic melody running through your soul the other day;
and at moments like this,
epiphany, you
got it, and you
rejoice with sublime elation,
feet involuntarily strutting with a coolness recognizable only to the
truly hip. You could swear it
would never end, the quintessential rhythm
speaking syncopated syllables swiftly stroking smooth souls systematically,
dramatically elevating the conscious mind to a better place,
a higher dimension,
musical ascension. In this blissful state,
notes and verbs conjugate to relate the divine progression,
expression of dialectic wisdom interwoven with prophetic vision of the
mindset. Even when silent,
one speaks, and you
get it, renewal of the mind conjoined with the wholeness of the rhythm
precisely planting perfectly placid patterns peacefully perceiving plateaus
in the elevation of the soul, sole entity
speaking be-bop beyond the forces of digital being,
whispering in tongues that only drums can understand
as the heavens unfold before the ones who can truly
feel it.


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"Blues for the Monument"

There is no such thing as darkness without purpose.
Faces walk through the night like keys opening forgotten doors to
ancient answers. They never speak, and yet,
our dreams read their souls like open books,
only to forget the truths when we awaken from slumber,
wisdom tight-lipped before the foolishness of the everyday.
My mind has become a candle walking through the depths of
inner reason, burning with the flame of undiscovered meaning as we all
circle the galactic center silently. We read the book from cover to cover,
only to find that the end is also the beginning. As adults,
we learn not to trust anyone who is of this corrupt world,
and yet, they are our kin, and the similarities between us all
are at best unsettling. The darkness of humanity has become
vast and threatening skyscrapers of technological intellect without
peace. There are blank stares that open up the night sky, as if
the heavens wept bitterly.


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