easyeverett
02-20-2009, 10:10 AM
Whispers just above the evening breeze
For now you stand alone, somewhat at ease,
But only fragmentary visions bring you peace;
Let constant conflict resolution cease.
The war climbed in your head and would not leave.
Just silence from traditions you believe;
So ask the Holy Father for a tip;
If not a tip then ask him for a sip.
Your faith along with friends has disappeared
Still buried in that jungle like you feared;
And all that you once dreamed you dreamed in vain,
The nightmares now are driving you insane.
Your wife and children left so long ago
As sickness in your brain began to grow
And now you are a shell stripped of its gears,
Aladdin on his carpet brought to tears.
The sunshine through your windowpane at dawn,
Reduces you from Knight to worthless Pawn.
The Checkmate of your brain is causing pain,
And sunshine leaves you longing for the rain.
At night the dead come visiting your room,
And you assume their absent from their tomb,
But truth be known their deep inside your bone,
Within the marrow you can hear them moan.
They speak with tremored voices of the dead,
And slowly crawl beside you in your bed.
Control is lost, if ever owned at all,
Your soul succumbs, the reaper soon will call.
Downbeats (a jazz poem)
Our daily inclinations thrive
In syncopated majesty.
Exquisite notes that soon arrive
By chauffeured gray complexity.
The downbeats in-between each bridge
Concussive absolution made.
Relinquish riffs that ride the ridge
Like jazz within my soul inlaid.
Repetition reconstruction,
Constant periodicity.
Represent a new instruction,
Calmed with heated harmony.
Create inventive brilliance please
And put it on the page with jazz.
Progressive interdictions squeeze
The pounding beats the drummer has.
Oh please now play your saxophone,
Melodious the notes abound.
And listen to love's tempered tone,
That stimulates the secrets found.
I think of Coltrane's Karma now,
His genius does prevail in dreams.
When Krupa's on the skins I bow,
It makes appreciation scream.
Jazz music is the magic craved,
Improvisation takes the lead.
I honor Billy, in her grave;
She had a soul that made you bleed.
So stand and then salulte the greats
Who left their mark on life contrived.
Through jazz you interrupt the fates,
Profound the pleasure that's arrived.
Oh mighty golden symbol be,
A scintillating rhythm found.
The glory of jazz history,
When sacrificial brass is crowned!
For now you stand alone, somewhat at ease,
But only fragmentary visions bring you peace;
Let constant conflict resolution cease.
The war climbed in your head and would not leave.
Just silence from traditions you believe;
So ask the Holy Father for a tip;
If not a tip then ask him for a sip.
Your faith along with friends has disappeared
Still buried in that jungle like you feared;
And all that you once dreamed you dreamed in vain,
The nightmares now are driving you insane.
Your wife and children left so long ago
As sickness in your brain began to grow
And now you are a shell stripped of its gears,
Aladdin on his carpet brought to tears.
The sunshine through your windowpane at dawn,
Reduces you from Knight to worthless Pawn.
The Checkmate of your brain is causing pain,
And sunshine leaves you longing for the rain.
At night the dead come visiting your room,
And you assume their absent from their tomb,
But truth be known their deep inside your bone,
Within the marrow you can hear them moan.
They speak with tremored voices of the dead,
And slowly crawl beside you in your bed.
Control is lost, if ever owned at all,
Your soul succumbs, the reaper soon will call.
Downbeats (a jazz poem)
Our daily inclinations thrive
In syncopated majesty.
Exquisite notes that soon arrive
By chauffeured gray complexity.
The downbeats in-between each bridge
Concussive absolution made.
Relinquish riffs that ride the ridge
Like jazz within my soul inlaid.
Repetition reconstruction,
Constant periodicity.
Represent a new instruction,
Calmed with heated harmony.
Create inventive brilliance please
And put it on the page with jazz.
Progressive interdictions squeeze
The pounding beats the drummer has.
Oh please now play your saxophone,
Melodious the notes abound.
And listen to love's tempered tone,
That stimulates the secrets found.
I think of Coltrane's Karma now,
His genius does prevail in dreams.
When Krupa's on the skins I bow,
It makes appreciation scream.
Jazz music is the magic craved,
Improvisation takes the lead.
I honor Billy, in her grave;
She had a soul that made you bleed.
So stand and then salulte the greats
Who left their mark on life contrived.
Through jazz you interrupt the fates,
Profound the pleasure that's arrived.
Oh mighty golden symbol be,
A scintillating rhythm found.
The glory of jazz history,
When sacrificial brass is crowned!