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neon lights
illuminate the night’s
heavy clouds

while rain muffles
the constant urban humming

pierced by distant sirens
moving slowly
through concrete canyons.
If the music playing doesn't deliver the message?
Then my voice will by saying bring your love here.
If the music doesn't state my feelings and mood.
Listen, I am giving clues for your ear to here.

Lady, bring your love here into this room.
Yes, bring your love here, now can you read the message.

If my eyes don't send a signal by a wink or two?
Then I am for sure my lips will.
Accept them and return your feelings.

Baby, baby bring your love here.
Bring yourself into the room and like the Isleys Brothers stated.
I wanna groove with you.

As long as you feeling me.
This room will be rocking to whatever musical tune.

Just get into it.
Just get into it.
Yes, get relax and enjoy it.
There’s no problem
with death
when it’s
tomorrow
One day from
today
as the calendar
turns
Time
stays an orphan
all moments
adopted
The end
yet beginning
its promise
— adjourned

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Sometimes
they reason
  sometimes
they don’t

The meaning
implicit
or lost
in the notes  

Sonically
free
of all
cogency found

Truth
in the melody
harmonically
— sound

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Beauty and truth
forever embark
Born of the moment
together apart
To mountains unclimbed
and oceans unsailed
Beyond the horizon
— where prescience unveils

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
The thing
about rhyme
is you can’t help
but read it

The glue
in the verbiage
whose tonic
is needed

Uniting
each line
with the magic
of sound

Melding the
moment
as phrases
— surround

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)


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Music
when explained
the notes retract

Visceral
ideation
falling flat

Resonance
systemic
joy intoned  

Romancing
the silence
— calling you home


(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Yellow scents the page
With many decades of age.
When gingerly pried open
The dry binding creaks.

Inside grows a faint mold
And it spreads in streaks
Across the brittle folds
Within the pages crease.

Cloudy wafts of odor, light
Hang buoyant in the air,
Like so much lost knowledge
Folded within its pages there.
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