December 2009
5 posts
Invictus - by William Ernest Henley
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me...
Gates of Golden Flower Child’s Inside a Park
Bongos Drummed Solo Guitars strummed a hum to familiar To Miles trumpeted tear Coltrane’s Sax of Fear And on the rear the shaker shakes vicariously to the bystanders dancing with curiosity as their minds record the recorders toot and the Flute that flew higher as the percussion grew fast in repetition heads bopping hips uh shakin was the mission Tarot readers tearing futures Sharing...
“TELL ME AND I WILL FORGET, TEACH ME AND I WILL REMEMBER, INVOLVE ME AND I WILL...”
– - Ben Franklin
Lost Music
Lost Music
YO IM ON THAT FUNKY VIBRATION SOUL SENSATION UMMMM CANT YOU TASTE IT FACE IT MUSIC LACKS THE FUNKY DRUMMER MAINSTREAM RADIO IS MAKING YOU DUMMER IN YOUR STUNNERS SEE IM PUNKY LIKE BREWSTER CANT HELP IT THAT’S JUST WHAT IM USED TA LOVE THE MUSIC NEVER ABUSE HER, SCARED TO LOOSE HER IF MY EARS GO DEF AINT NOTHING LEFT BUT STATIC MAKIN ME PANIC HYPERVENTALATE CATCH MY BREATHE...
“I will always be a student of life and knowledge…both are infinite if you...”
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