Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

what if I only looked for Picasso rays
hidden in the carbon chambers of buried love,
searched only for the enigmatic gifts lost
in the sorrowful frozen blocks of stifled ice
packed ever so tightly in sawdust dreams
of forgotten expression

what if I could only hear the acoustic armies
of Schubert, Stravinsky marching with me
across the cobblestones of consciousness
the bumpy symphonies forever broadcast
at frequencies too high for the linear receptors
of deformed political corporate swine

what if I could dance in a Navajo healing ceremony,
kick multi-colored sand with bare hardened feet
with the force of generations of dispossessed ergs
compressed into glowing marbles of courage,
and mini crystal balls would hail down on the thirsty tongues
of the masses with the thawing wisdom of melting sky,
what if the peace of ancient tribal campfires
imbued my tired soul......................what if

kind of eerie this one

you can dance anytime

very satisfying poetry experience for me to read it
thank you for writing.

What if. . . I was a poet
I might write someting like that