Oct 2015
Music Liberation*
Staring out the window,
listening to morning colors
mingling among the last of night's hold,
I wander through this song of
stardust memories.
I hear it calling in notes that
ride tight G clef
of 6/8 time, then
syncopate into a be-bop dip,
laughing through the pulsing lips
and swaying hips
of a jazz playing quasar.
Meandering through this beating
blue noise haze
I hear you softly say:
"In the spirit of pulsar improvisation
let our wild, unfettered imagination
create a world littered with
musical reverberation.
In an earth cleansing,
blues chasing human beat,
let us hasten each step,
until our world has been won."
Aztec Warrior
(written several years ago
https://soundcloud.com/user-520857625/audio-recording-music
Staring out the window,
listening to morning colors
mingling among the last of night's hold,
I wander through this song of
stardust memories.
I hear it calling in notes that
ride tight G clef
of 6/8 time, then
syncopate into a be-bop dip,
laughing through the pulsing lips
and swaying hips
of a jazz playing quasar.
Meandering through this beating
blue noise haze
I hear you softly say:
"In the spirit of pulsar improvisation
let our wild, unfettered imagination
create a world littered with
musical reverberation.
In an earth cleansing,
blues chasing human beat,
let us hasten each step,
until our world has been won."
Aztec Warrior
(written several years ago
https://soundcloud.com/user-520857625/audio-recording-music
(NYC)
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