Featured Poem:
Tribute to Miles Davis
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Featured Poem:
Tribute to Miles Davis
MILES TO GO
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to grow before I sleep
and miles to grow
(repeat aloud)
(whisper silently).
and miles to grow before I sleep.
Miles, your light is the source that lights the way
for all who will follow and be mesmerized
made whole by your voicing.
Your calling is your calling
your space and time
of being wholey you.
Miles,
A voice that is the source
of healing beyond your own pain
and beyond,
and miles to grow before I sleep.
Remember to remember
the lost souls trying to find their way home,
past the lighthouse, past the rocks,
round the bend, where sailors and ships have ran amok,
and miles to grow before I sleep.
Miles,
your voice will guide them home every last one,
and so it must be sung of who you are what you are
a bright shining star to light a dark as hell world
and miles to go before I sleep.
THE BLUES
Sometimes you forget all about them in spite of yourself, but all too often the very first thing you realize when you wake up is that they are there again.
Not that they are actually ever seen. They are always said to be blue, as ghosts are always said to be somewhat grey.
They do not appear and disappear.
They are there because they have already come.
They only shift from the foreground to the background.
When Jimmy Rushing sings; “Good morning Blues. How do you do”? Blues say
“I feel alright but I come to worry you”.
Trouble and struggle, is it all worth it?
That’s the blues.
That’s all blues.
No wonder Hamlet came to debate himself to be or not to be.
After all, that’s the question when you wake up with the blues
there again.
Not just all around your bed but also inside your head, as if trying to make you wish that you were dead.
Or had never been born.
The Blues.
BUDDHA HAD THE BLUES
Buddha had the Blues.
Just listen to the four noble truths.
All life is sorrowful
The cause of suffering is ignorant craving.
The suppression of suffering can be achieved.
The way, is the noble eightfold path
You see?
Told you.
CHANGEABLENESS
The fact that people
put up walls
in front of us
or take them down.
Is not a attribute of
our perception of sight.
The tranquil and eternal mind
does not discriminate
in shapes or forms,
but has brightness of its own,
and imageless.
My eyes look west,
my eyes look north,
my eyes look east.
My, my tranquil and eternal mind
which way?
LISTEN
Listen,
I try this outside outlook on things,
from the composite sketches of my broken eye.
Singing a new song
some kind of blue bitch’s brew.
Listen,
“jazz is the big brother of revolution.
Revolution follows it around”.
Do you want me as I want you, Music?
I ask that face looking back at me,
looking at you there,
Somewhere black bodies blowing horns,
eyes flaming again and again.
Listen, I say
I try this outside outlook on things,
from the composite sketches of my broken eye.
Singing a new song, amening crazy crazy crazy crazy lullabies.
SEE THE LIGHT
Nothing is out of the question for me. I’m always
thinking about
creating. My future starts when I wake up in
the morning and see
the light…then I’m grateful.
MILES TO GO
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to grow before I sleep
and miles to grow
(repeat aloud)
(whisper silently).
and miles to grow before I sleep.
Miles, your light is the source that lights the way
for all who will follow and be mesmerized
made whole by your voicing.
Your calling is your calling
your space and time
of being wholey you.
Miles,
A voice that is the source
of healing beyond your own pain
and beyond,
and miles to grow before I sleep.
Remember to remember
the lost souls trying to find their way home,
past the lighthouse, past the rocks,
round the bend, where sailors and ships have ran amok,
and miles to grow before I sleep.
Miles,
your voice will guide them home every last one,
and so it must be sung of who you are what you are
a bright shining star to light a dark as hell world
and miles to go before I sleep.
THE BLUES
Sometimes you forget all about them in spite of yourself, but all too often the very first thing you realize when you wake up is that they are there again.
Not that they are actually ever seen. They are always said to be blue, as ghosts are always said to be somewhat grey.
They do not appear and disappear.
They are there because they have already come.
They only shift from the foreground to the background.
When Jimmy Rushing sings; “Good morning Blues. How do you do”? Blues say
“I feel alright but I come to worry you”.
Trouble and struggle, is it all worth it?
That’s the blues.
That’s all blues.
No wonder Hamlet came to debate himself to be or not to be.
After all, that’s the question when you wake up with the blues
there again.
Not just all around your bed but also inside your head, as if trying to make you wish that you were dead.
Or had never been born.
The Blues.
BUDDHA HAD THE BLUES
Buddha had the Blues.
Just listen to the four noble truths.
All life is sorrowful
The cause of suffering is ignorant craving.
The suppression of suffering can be achieved.
The way, is the noble eightfold path
You see?
Told you.
CHANGEABLENESS
The fact that people
put up walls
in front of us
or take them down.
Is not a attribute of
our perception of sight.
The tranquil and eternal mind
does not discriminate
in shapes or forms,
but has brightness of its own,
and imageless.
My eyes look west,
my eyes look north,
my eyes look east.
My, my tranquil and eternal mind
which way?
LISTEN
Listen,
I try this outside outlook on things,
from the composite sketches of my broken eye.
Singing a new song
some kind of blue bitch’s brew.
Listen,
“jazz is the big brother of revolution.
Revolution follows it around”.
Do you want me as I want you, Music?
I ask that face looking back at me,
looking at you there,
Somewhere black bodies blowing horns,
eyes flaming again and again.
Listen, I say
I try this outside outlook on things,
from the composite sketches of my broken eye.
Singing a new song, amening crazy crazy crazy crazy lullabies.
SEE THE LIGHT
Nothing is out of the question for me. I’m always
thinking about
creating. My future starts when I wake up in
the morning and see
the light…then I’m grateful.
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