no man, i usually start late
wait did i stumble into da room
before the vroom the revving of engines
pacing at the gate before the starting gun?
dis be da place
disobedience
is its own reward!
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
nice flute summertime
sometimes tunez
swilling wine
time for the merlot
like talkin about noah about the flood
don't be tell hell rod bout how bad you are
like talkin bout a turtle in the muddd
talking bout the sky with the birdz
the bad man'z trippin looney tunes
serenading cuckooz
an holla at the moon!
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[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
The band started playing in a minor key
crowd twittering, glasses clinking
the shuffle of feet just itching to dance
it was G minor if I recall
that Stormy Monday key
and a blue light settled over the room
a fantasy guard
a left-wing ramble
a conspiracy theory
about midnight
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."
my step an fetchit zombie son
the keeper of the flame
like mohammed
the mountain comes to him
he waits until it does
then flows can work as well as anyone
just has to get started and waiting proved best
now working with the next door neighbor
and plays at his leisure
likes the blue light
an the big hands they give the jam jive
a real walking music freak! http://www.tomajazz.com/musicos/miles/davis_c2.jpg
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[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
Black and white.
Simply black and white
with shades of grey.
This is the way
vision can illuminate color.
Let the hues stand out!
Let the blues be heard!
Sing your words like a diva
in a dark nightclub, black chairs,
ebony slate bar, white candles lit,
white tablecloths aglow, her hair
arranged like a tress flow, whites
of her eyes harmonized with multicolored
irises, her voice like Ella, bassline
marking rhythms, sax wailing and
there on the opposite side of the room,
a painting hung by the door.... a rothko
for sure, or maybe a dali, colors in a battle
while out in the alley, cats mew offkey tunes
worshipping the white of the moon
on a black velvet sky.