Ready.
An ancient mix
of connection plus
classic individuality.
Steady.

Heart and soul pull
together to form sweet
jams of melodious rewrite.

First draft,
Pah! No more than
scribbled lines of quick snap,
The sound of an idea. Crackle!
Electric pop.

Second screening;
This time with a chord
on blues and lyricise.

Word choice, bass drum
Action verb, guitar solo.
Stage left, practice practice
Perfect is only in front of a mirror.
Blue in the face,
Expertise of spit out syllables and rosy pink word fire.

Freeform poetry {jazz},
Filled with line
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that shimmy and shake.

Get up!
The finale is now
Adoring fans
Closed eyes bring
fantastic images
of repressed nights
Howling to be free.

Stage fight
Charming souls
with solid words
and wisdom of the wah wah

Leaf whisperers tell
me secrets of bird songs while
the wind cries Mary

Trees wave
friendly greetings.
I've yet to say hello.
I would like to be your forest
Preserve

Sing me a song.Maybe I'm not the lucky onewho commands a song;plays and fiddles and noodlesbut honey, it don't flow.I like the faces they makeand the ideas they feel.2 am, we meet againHold me like you hold your guitarthen I know I'm home.We're all searching for that one note-the high one she can't hit,the low one that tugs and thugz yourheartstrings.Sing me a songthat's only I, me, mine.I'm waiting on a definition

Crisp!She yelled into the rolling midnight thunder(the time in which thunder rolls best).For white linenand cotton shenanigans arefor novices, beware!Let the grey toothounded be confounded! For we, we are,we are the feelings the night air whispers.Why, we can only continue to existif we follow the white rabbit.To Alice's Wonderland we go.

Hello there, long lost friend!Your soul is quick to embraceBut your eyebrows are hesitantNonchalant, but entirely too awareOf the time that has passed.You've grown out of rompers and jumpersAnd long ago lost your innocence,Running from quick candlefireAnd buffalo callings-round a nightlight.Is it that time already?To worry about loan repayments and language disorders?One more night, day, hour, summer,To roam in search of fireflys,Pitter pats, and knee high adventures.

Sail to the moon:
One way ticket to no mans land
We are everything we feared:
Self-righteous
Beastly and Grizzly
Humans (bold! Bear!)
A rare disease, but easily fixed:
Let me take your picture
(and your soul)
One shot
Join us
For we robots are free!
You call your kingdom free?
Show me your laws
And corruption
You can’t hug your children
With nuclear arms