his name was John Coltrane, and when his long fingers,touched tenor saxophone keys, his notes slapped jaded, sullen attitudes, about jazz, including my own, musical notes ,leaped, bent, twisted, soaredin the air, as he played ,with eyes closed, as if lost in,a personal dream, the saxophone moaned, cried. whispered, told the good news, on the mountaintop, Coltrane was in the house, rocking it, he did it,simply, yet, unlike any other,ever heard before ,that moment, gone now, in the shadows of time, but his music, remains, still gathers new followers attention,pointing ,an indignant finger of cool, at those, who wish, they knew,coltrane, before he left, the station

I never thought,or realized, that in speaking,your name, I would have tears in my eyes, you were the  presidential first father, of south africia, but now, you, nelson mandela, sleep among, the giants of history, like George Washington, laid out the framework, conceived in liberty, a new nation, under God, injecting into the veins of your country, liberty without malice, for all peoples, all colors, who walked democracy's long road,to freedom, by your side, always refusing to let the scorning, heat, of racism, put out, the light, of your divine humanity,  ever lifting up, a fist of victory, toward a new dawn, of opportunity, patience, love for all, while ever remaining , a risen hope, in the body of politics, refusing to bow , to  the cruel headwinds,of hate, even after, breaking rocks, of harsh, prison punishment,for twenty- seven years, you went in, a prisoner, coming out, a president,no, the relentless, sun of hate, never blew you,off course, as a king, who walked, among us, in peace, with a freedom metal, nobel peace prise,one who kept, the common touch, with embraced humility, smiling, greeting, the known and unknown, the rich, the poor, the tired, the weary, nelson mandela, you were true,royality and grace, among us

I never thought,or realized, that in speaking,your name, I would have tears in my eyes, you were the  presidential first father, of south africia, but now, you, nelson mandela, sleep among, the giants of history, like George Washington, laid out the framework, conceived in liberty, a new nation, under God, injecting into the veins of your country, liberty without malice, for all peoples, all colors, who walked democracy's long road,to freedom, by your side, always refusing to let the scorning, heat, of racism, put out, the light, of your divine humanity,  ever lifting up, a fist of victory, toward a new dawn, of opportunity, patience, love for all, while ever remaining , a risen hope, in the body of politics, refusing to bow , to  the cruel headwinds,of hate, even after, breaking rocks, of harsh, prison punishment,for twenty- seven years, you went in, a prisoner, coming out, a president,no, the relentless, sun of hate, never blew you,off course, as a king, who walked, among us, in peace, with a freedom metal, nobel peace prise,one who kept, the common touch, with embraced humility, smiling, greeting, the known and unknown, the rich, the poor, the tired, the weary, nelson mandela, you were true,royality and grace, among us

people told me, what love could do, I  would laugh their words away, than your  love rearranged, and made my life, new again, who would have thought, that  I  could  love you, this way, who could have thought, that I coul, love you this way,your love, took,me in, and  made me ,your own, who would have thought, that I could, love you, this way, your love, mended me, when  this man, was broken, and could not, find my way, your arms , are my warm shelter, from disappoints and storm, when the winds, of doubt, knocked me down, your hand, stayed in mine, each time, planting  a kiss, on my troubled brow, who would have thought, that I could, love you, this way,  I thought I knew you,yesterday, but i'll  know you better, today, in everyway, who would have thought, that I could love you, this way

will the real,stand up, and who will I see, there  are so many, split up parts, to my life, its almost like, living, a false identity, to my sisters, I'm the older ,smiling brother, to my brother, the one he remembers,singing and laughing and singing,  often working 12 hour shifts, unlike any other, and to mom , if she were still alive, I'd be, the first born,loving son, working to help, his siblings, grow up,, to my co-workers, I talk, but not a lot, but do my job, with everything , I've got, to the neighbors, they  probably think  me friendly,yet reserved, I gave a quick hello, and a quicker goodbye, to the vote seekers, my is a favorite friend, but they  never can help , the pain inside, that never ends, to my girlfriend, across town, woman who opens, passion's door, in the heat of discovery, deep down , life is so much more,will the real me, stand up, everybody wants, and needs, something, from me, a personal thing to be gained, waiting around, to steal your goods, or even your own name,, nothing left . to give. not even, my personal dreams, everything is moving, so fast, nothing  remains ,  the same, will the real me, stand up, either run away, or take a brave bow, will the real me, stand up, I need to know who,you are, now

as I near your river of  love, I want you to sweetly,call my name, and let me  bath, you see ,its been  such a long time, and these  precious moments, we  should not let pass, so won't  you please open, up that gentle  river of  love, let me bath, let the waves wash away, any doubts, or fears,  about what we're doing here,  they've already  taken away, just come  here,  let  me bath, away my  yesterdays of  the past, I'm weeping now,  that these tender, moments will  last, you see, I  need to bath,  and keep on bathing, in your river, of love,  making all within so glad,  you know  that  every man, needs  a touch of the river,of love, or he'll remain ever , so sad, river of love, just take me in, and let me bath

green grass wilts and flowers die, and once loving hearts, no longer try, but what we share today, is now and always, we've encouraged each other ,through both doubts and fears, there were also times, when we wiped, each others tears,but the love inside us , will  ever be strong, now and always, respect and concern, keeps us both true,facing the the troublesome waters, just me and you, and I know deep down , I'll keep this oath until my dying  day, to be there holding my darling close,now and always