Are my wavering watery
tired two in the morning
eyes
what the trembling violinist's
vibrato
tries to tell?

How does the sound of a saw
slither so sweetly
from bow through wire to bone
a perfect wavering banshee
whose wails cut not but
fill
the air
with every remaining frequency
required
but never imagined
before keratin kissed steel?
      (But will I ever find the notes I need?)

a twist of legs, a sort of side jump shadow
getting wild behaviour to its happy roots
no-body can resist to this merry-go-round
virus

“amour” is the only word remained in his dictionary
the only drink accepted in his clans like a shard
of life sparkling greater than the sun itself
ashy

moustache hides a strange confidence when
lifted from the always-filled glass
with potion called
manouche

in the eyes of Lewis he caresses
the immortal chords

**© Marius Surleac

I did not know her then
nor do I now
but in between, I did

She swam for Barbados
fluid young islander
of affluent Germanic descent

Adrift, cultures island sought
she surfaces, bobbing
in the Red Dragon’s wake

House on the Bay,
overflowing camper van, brim
full of friends and fun

Over the Bridge
splashing loneliness, diving
into my bath and bed

Floating alone
undercurrents scratch, tides
sandy icing of memories

Locked lapping Bay days
drag
piloting others fun

sea blue horizons
debentures sold, goodbyes told
surf Ahoy

She jumps far flung
fun soaked, to sail
the Bay of Islands

.

The wind blows
Irony starts to show
Some people slow
And the world ceases to flow

The sea is calm
Relax your mind
Replenish your soul
Just take control

The road is there
Guide the way
Night or Day
Open your eyes and see the way

The door shuts
Cars stop
People stop moving
As the world is plunged into absolute silence.

Mines don’t explode
Tanks sit still
Guns not fired
As the war is plunged into absolute silence.

Birds stop chirping
Clouds aren’t moving
Water stops flowing
As nature is plunged into absolute silence.

The world is silent
And I know why
This is what happens
When music stops
..….Silence……

This is not really a poem, but a song...

It's a corny little song for saying goodbye to everyone.

VI:
Goodbye,
We’ll meet again,
I’ve said it so many times.
That’s why
There’s no pain,
It’s ok, I don’t hurt inside.
You might
Forget my name,
But I’ll still recognize on sight.
That’s why,
I’ll say this
One more effing time...

Ch:
Goodbye and farewell
I’ll see you someday
In a year or maybe 12.
See you soon and au revoir
I’ll miss you some days
And I won’t on others.

VII:
So why
Bother to cry?
I’m not exactly dead.
I’ll try
To dream you at night
To call you so you won’t fret.
Let’s defy
The social norm
And still be our best friends.
That’s why
I’ll say this
From miles away this time...

Ch:
Goodbye and farewell
I’ll see you someday
In a year or maybe twelve.
See you soon and au revoir
I’ll miss you some days
And I won’t on others.

The VIDEO is here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRkNhYhkSb4
Watch so you know what it sounds like :)

Music is my Muse
From the funky jazz tempo
To the sounds of salsa
From the classical rock
To the alternative basses
From the Opera Lady's bellow
To the Tenors solo
From the 80's slow jamz
To them 50's swinging bands,
To them country folk songs
To those old folks blues
Music is my Muse,
My inspiration,
Being Black&Puerto; Rican
I- A NuYorican,
I've heard the best tunes,
Bahchata's & Merengue,
Bailes La Cumbias,
Like Macr Anthony &
oh how he sang to me,

My wanting
to rock with you like
Micheal Jackson-
To Vanilla's
Ice Ice Baby,
It's yo thang do what you wanna do,
Candy coated Rain drops
By Soul For Real,
& When will I see you Again-
Babyface
Until I muse
in my amusement
When Tim McGraw  
Sanged don't take the girl,
Reba "Asking Does
He love me like
he's been loving YOU",
To its my prerogative
Like Bobbi Brown said,
Let not for get
Johnny Cash,
Or what About them
O'Jays
Yeah my muse is musical-
Music and thinking artfully
coincides with one another,
with breathing and  eating
Rhyme & Rhythm linguistics
even as we walk down the street
or cruising
while jamming in ya car,
LL Cool J said Cars drive
by with the booming Systems-
AH Push it was
My jam back in the day
R&B; Was mostly what I liked
But growing Up
I started listening to
Rock & Hip Hop,
Got drunk off those sweet
Monster Ballads
while Making love
to Sade,
Sung All Cried Out
at my graduation party,
Tony Toni Tone
Made Us-FEEL GOOD YEAH
at all them block parties
back in NYC,
Now
I listen to everything
going on 33
heard it through the grape vine
that YOU share
a likeness in this Musing?
Music is My Muse.
Always Me Ayeshah

SHAME!!!
you know ya ah ***** low down shame-
got me going insane eee- so let it work- work it right-
Awww- beep BEEP  You got me Freak ou-,
Making me wanna go-
oops up side ya oops up side ya head -
But-  Baby We can do- it take ya time-
do it
We can do it baby DO IT all night-
But seems your ready
to- Give a "Ooooh"  if ya got ya funky BUS Pass-
Get on the bus & pay ya Fare-Don't go Cuz-
I'll be- Ya freakazoid *** on & Whined me up-
Unless you  wanna- Pack Ya ship
taking you on a trip & leave Ya Worries behinddddd-
I'm crying- dah dah ah dee dah dah dee da-
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall-
Screaming &-
Wishing on a Star-
If You asked me to I'd do anything you want me to-
While being-
All Cried out-
See told you music is my Muse.
(Muse'ment's)
Always Me Ayeshah

I was just thinking how much I would like to make you a cup of coffee.
In the morning, I'll wake up earlier than you and go to splash my face with ice cold water.
I'll put on your Brian Jonestown Massacre Tshirt, or maybe the sweatshirt you bought me last week.
Then i would make us coffee, in your brilliant white kitchen, when no one else is around.
Your coffee maker is foreign, yet strangely familiar.
You will wake to the strong scent, and I'll be waiting, with two cups of smooth black comfort.

smiles revealed during September,
leads to words throughout November,
and greater things come in December

now its May
and some days
it feels like I'm falling apart,
because my love can do nothing to mend your broken heart

things have a way of coming back to us
what was the name of that song by Yes?

well it's only the second sighting of you this week
wish we could sneak
back to your place,
but everyone can tell
by the look on my face,

its a Thursday

I love the buttons on your coat
and the way you can't hold your smoke
corduroys and shades of blue

driving down the road
there is a sound
but we both know, it's just the snow

just abdicate your objections
they incapacitate my affections

I don't need to ameliorate my attendance rate

I'm losing every ambition that I thought I ever had
no one even notices
no surprises, no surprises there

deja vu for you
I'm certain this future isn't true
I just can’t say adieu

When I hear music
I feel so alive
I have to think in a musical mind
the sounds are my life
the rhythm is my soul
the beats are my heart
the words are my world
I can't stay away
away from my love
my love is for music
and music will always be
with me all over
just wait and see.