harmony
Lick My Heart
Monumental moment licks my heart like
a mutt seeking godliness in its own taste
Split space beckons my step like
a woman on her one red moon
Sacred hoop mercilessly heals
the doggedly ungrateful
Wooden spoked wheel bears
a plump reaped Earth
Great galaxy tumbles
in the starless abyss
After the Golden Age
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
Jazz
Adjusting the lips around the mouthpiece,
keeping them close as the “Mmm,” sound
is produce, now blow into the trumpet and
hears its bell ring—Miles Davis here we go.
Little drummer boy on the snares rattling
sounds of rain; hypnotizing melody, groovy,
yeah baby!
Jazz, my new love affair inspiring musical
poetry; here comes Trane with his saxophone,
the All-Stars on American Band Stand.
Each tune in beat, in sequence…
”tatarara, tara tara,
pumpumpumpumdumdimdumdum,
tumtimtarara,” and the music goes on and on,
marvelous harmony.
Controversial; music without words it’s just
music and not a song, yet the impact Jazz music
brings to my soul is like black tar heroin through
a needle in my veins.
The rush, the cold shivers and shakes; Jazz
musicians sweating profoundly, rapid heartbeat in
sequence with the tune; it’s the high rolling drugs
baby! Yeah!
The music to forget their troubles, heroin to escape
the reality, taken advantage by white music
producers; Cadillac Records paid with Cadillac cars
and chump change enough for the tar.
Jazz is here, no more blues, late payment dues,
“I don’t care, sue me!” while I get high without the
heroin or syringe—Mary Jane, Jazzmin baby, Soul!
SIMPLY SPOKEN #16 HARMONY
SIMPLY SPOKEN
HARMONY
Living in peace
and harmony creates
a rich enviroment.
copyright by heather burns
The Road I Travel
The Road I Travel
My road is long with many miles
It takes me on a tour
I look ahead from where I came
With magical allure
The road I take is boundless
It has many sites to see
The direction that I take
Will determine life for me
This road has gifts to offer
Lined with treasures from above
I seek a destination
Called, Harmony and Love
This road I travel brought me here
In search of something new
If you would like to share the road
I’ll travel it with you
by Barry Anderson