I KNEW IT WOULD BE NEVER. *

It’s Rough to Admit you pushed Truth away, especially when it’s near .
Overtaken by a clouded mind that wouldn’t see it clear. 
Shaken, frozen in place, forcing a smile born of recurring fear. Tentatively advising   HER(?), while whistling past the hollow
“Follow  not your heart”, sounding not profound , a magic rescue won’t appear,  as I hear my  futile diction trying hard to steer a tired fiction  to her inattentive  ear. 
Measure not the figment dance , nor the ticking clock of scant romance , knowing rare chance For love real has disappeared 
Realizing my dream prepared was still very much  untaken
Leaping into just a wishful thinking trust? a flawed presumption and sadly so mistaken 
Freshly bruised , Neatly brushed, newly wise, now must adjust , design function search to find
true love robust  and not forsaken. 
Bobby O

INCIDENCE
A Warning left unheeded
Circled back to extract a toll  When and where nonchalance staked it’s imbedded presence is difficult to know
Worse yet was WHY
Fastened to Duality Gripping desperate each extreme
A manufactured reality
A one lane scene of encroaching beams
It’s hubris and its ego it’s mistakes that feed a stubborn ugly thing  it’s a tornado we saw coming Strangers stare , aware of destruction that it brings
Bobby O

BEAUTY in SURRENDER
Shaking out tensions , I exhale ,Drifting now with shuttered eyes, In mere seconds appears my prize    Her beauty postures a Truth  unmatched , she reaches out from the peaceful vision in my mind
A gentle touch, indelibly attached In reality and in dream , My soul now joyous in a forever bond captured by her Love Supreme.
Bobby O

THIS DAY A WINDMILL
The Windmill ruled with motion but today it was just still
An unadjusted stance and ungathered blades askance
A Frozen Titan statued from breezes nil

A wish for wind desired, needed, unconsidered by half its kinetic pair, this a breach that can’t be reached or achieved or earned or fair

The Titan’s magic coarsely halted , a status bent with all recourse bare
A sentence ****** by Nature”s fuss a captive ‘til
Nature deems to submit its share

The day she said she no longer loved me
She denied the one more chance I yearned
She held nature’s power over my destiny
Now she can’t be reached with no change achieved or earned
Like that windmill stilled , stripped of choice and will,
A captive’s fate
A bitter pill
Bobby O

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A HEART ALIVE
A poem, an optimistic tome, came across my eye, it included and insisted on some rules we all should live by. On your sleeve the rested hopeful heart should reside, carry nothing you must hide , fueled by rule apart from flimsy cliche’ no Dionysius wine in vessel clay shall steer your mapped traveling way, Gaining altruistic sense sparks a bettering afore a gifted granite strength to breach New day. Live Long, Live Strong, Let Strengthened Heart lead til Life’s Last Tragic Play
Bobby O

CAN’T COUNT FOXES IN THE TREES
Except for the T-shirt with the bull’s-eye in the middle of the chest, she usually didn’t give me gifts, but I digress, Let’s do what’s best as these are  phrases of purpose proving that streams of conscious fail , as  they just get you near, inexact lasers  red dots absent , but the soapbox is sincere

So though short  of certain clever, we should not now or never , abandon or fear it’s true  intent. An exotic condiment , a fresh cut freestyle edge is nourishment To stir our souls , This creative domain must remain
To  dilute cliche’, to strain mundane until the conversational melody is such that we need not explain.

We  could mold sophisticates into words that may somehow rebirth as lyrics. but we’ll go back to that another time, but first, why did I fear it? When I was in the forest that time, when she attempted a simple  rhyme , it did remind of that Spinner’s  song that’s upside down like howdy doody your clowns too , they’re all laughing at you and why were they even there and  didn’t say or stay in the middle of the road? I didn’t have no time to count the foxes hidden in the trees today and she didn’t have no time to be a decent person,  and the random gifts didn’t give me any lift.

That  was just her way of hinting that she was going away, like howdy do,  your clowns too? I don’t want them laughing at you. I don’t care if you’re on the side or in the ditch there’s no middle there’s no road, but  Phillippe  said how could I let you get away,  I had hope she’s going to stay. I’m feeling that if she loves  or leaves I wont even lift a finger, I don’t think I’ll even think or grieve ,  maybe not even linger when  noticing  she wont be sitting next to me at the ball game.  

Smirking now and not wondering how this before never empty seat shouts intimacy subtracted and belated , Yeah, this ends not complicated,  just simple cause and effect, with quick pause to collect , Sharing out loud  a dialect between me and  my companioned voice of mind , because my sanity is going to wake as  them or they or she intakes These  lyrics.  I hope they’re fair, but admitting something anyway ,I’m a little scared to share and the end will be and bring us somewhere.

Put a little jazz riff to it , I’m thinking she oughta put a little musica to it , and I’ll abet and let, so she  can visit if she insists. Will there  be a view that’s crowned most fun to see? Probably she won’t tell me. With or without  her screams and silken sheets, that or not  that , this episode will be complete
BobbyO

BEAUTY in SURRENDER
Shaking out tensions , I exhale ,Drifting now with shuttered eyes, In mere seconds appears my prize    Her beauty postures a Truth  unmatched , she reaches out from the peaceful vision in my mind
A gentle touch, indelibly attached In reality and in dream , My soul now joyous in a forever bond captured by her Love Supreme.
Bobby O

AWESTRUCK
Floating through , fourteen steps from my view , she was the energy in the parlor. Politicals, 5 Stars, Ambassadors alike, each held a word on their tongue , blurt, shrug, defray, sparse and naked  of clamor ,how quickly caustic recourse surrendered , fourteen steps away , now all puffery gladdened to join Pageant extras. I wondered , were there moments Marylyn left her charisma askew? keenly aware  her hypnotic control ruled mostly the men , but the ladies too. Not with jealous eye but engaging admires no questionnaire could ratify. No one will tell cuz no one Can tell. Somewhere ago the accident became weapon , even 56 consecutive buys only a florist list. It was all too short. It is all majestically measured, above even the four carved granitely. Wishing only she cooed and whispered less in that one song, she hated that she showed up Jackie.
Bobby O

TAKE YOUR MEDICINE.   Phillippe  said how could I let her get away? I did have hope that she was going to stay. I’m feeling that if she loves  or leaves I wont even lift a finger, I don’t think I’ll even think or grieve ,  maybe not even linger when  noticing  she wont be sitting next to me at the ball game.  

Smirking now and not wondering how this before never empty seat shouts intimacy subtracted and belated , Yeah, this ends not complicated,  just simple cause and effect, with quick pause to collect , Sharing out loud  a dialect between me and  my companioned voice of mind , because my sanity is going to wake as  them or they or she intakes These  lyrics.  I hope they’re fair, but admitting something anyway ,I’m a little scared to share and the end will be and bring us somewhere.

Put a little jazz riff to it , I’m thinking she oughta put a little musica to it , and I’ll abet and let, so she  can visit if she insists. Will there  be a view that’s crowned most fun to see? Probably she wouldn’t tell me. With or without  her screams and silken sheets, that or not  that , this episode will be complete
BobbyO

Thelonious  Reborn as the Dee Oh Double Gee

If we rhyme metaphorically , reach back historically, spit out new styles  just like Miles, compose tunes that Trane, John Coltrane, would b proud to compile, or like the Bird, Charlie Parker, bravely brake rules, take take take, the music apart, do you  honor Darwinian progress? Do you demand excellent art? Then you might might b from Hip- Hop,  yeah, that's where many geniuses start.
It's simple, it's like nature, there is no fakers, take Kanye West or Chet Baker. Satchmo begets Biggy, Tupac was influenced by Dizzy. Discerning ears are blessed each time new evolutions arise, that redesign and define, unleashing musical highs with no conpromise. Parallels and similarities to cool people like you shud b no suprise. Stretching art just for art's sake, eyes eyes eyes, on no other prize.
Words and Chords fired with a furious frenzy and a ferocious fluidity. Lines and rhymes scatted so scathingly slow they create this surreal serenity. Might have you boppin to Hampton, Sir Duke , or Miss Ella? Or tip you to trippin on Twista,  Tribe Quest, Rockafella.
Monk and Snoop, Thelonius and the  D. O. Double G ,they both got game.. Basie the Count, Clan of Wu Tang, the same. Dedicating days, weeks, even years carefully, lovingly crafting perfection. Giants, and I do mean Giants,  of Hip- Hop and Jazz,share that improvisational connection.
But alas, amidst greatness we are graced, and humbly  each day,I say, Let's embrace the soulful caress that each genre conveys. That Cool Cat may take hip- hop, that Pretty Lady may take jazz, or you can twist the order around. Cause each delivers a pleasure that is non- stop, and that, my amazing people,  is How Music should Sound!!
Bobby O




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Magic of Words
The freedom to survey, the challenge to convey starts with first light each day
Noticing of course that it's a therapeutic force
a personal source of delight that carries from dawn to twilight
Rage rage against  unfair moments, pave pave the way for fair ascent. Make a difference if I can , learn from Queens and honored man. Write write, disperse it or lock it w a key, just interact w this universe and find your destiny.
Bobby O

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Dichotomy
This explanation so necessary likely won’t qualify
This situation so contrary  contritely won’t satisfy
A Dickensian nod prods the worst of confusion
Concurrently claiming Best expected solution
Yet simultaneously indicating this said logic visits delusion
There were and are many days I prayed we could fasten connection juxtaposed as if to achieve balance warped with the wounds of rejection
A passionate Yin and a Yang of fires warmth and it’s burn
A scarred heart first filled with a hope that soon  turns to hoping to learn
To run and to hide is the choice rated only
A directioned path to abide
If I didn’t fear lonely
Bobby O

There are those dislodged by misfortune that still must carve a path. 
One man one case
barraged by weight of all the world’s wrath 
Twisted  strife, pure wickedness , that speaks to mythical duress joining  the sharpened knife of heaviness
no more regrets did coalesce

while uncertainty stoked that blazing fire of hope
shifting  promises that interloped
He is not naive
Boldly quick to commit
his calloused veneer a symbol that he’d never quit 

A sacred pact
regathered powers and
Steadied aim to plunge direct , With hardened heart, he’s hard to fool so he knew the saddest part. 
Before him bare
She drew his stare 
He dropped pretense and fed his caution to the storm 

His vigor could save humanity , those alive and those yet born
Then maniacally  like when Eve first Knew that Eden snake 
A punished travail seared deep within , Twas Satan’s Laugh that made him shake ,
a  silent scream and teary nod, his heart and body barely whole, a disaster uninvited, has exploded the atoms of his soul
Bobby O

THE STUBBORN ROAD

I know, i recognize, i realize, i can't deny. My heart skips a little beat,
Sometimes i struggle just to breathe.
Never before did i believe that  the love that i now feel is the reason why, why we dare to hope and dream, that the best that  life can bring can humbly be achieved when we find love.

I thought i always knew about love,
It's in songs and lot's of books.
I tried and tried to live without love,
Selfish was the road i took.
U taught me life was all about love,
A fact too many overlook,
Now life's defined by ur love,
Opened my eyes, im glad i looked.
Bobby O

SOLAR POWER
Riding around town with all the windows down street musicians not getting Rich on Tips share their rich new sound ladies  glisten as they listen and walk
Flares of new seasoned smiles a clue to their passion for fun
We review  their fresh summer  fashion
Knowing  they noticed that  Inspirational Sun
Bobby O