Gabriel blow that horn(prelude)

Goldfish

A pet, a toy... trapped

in an endless echo chamber

an amusement of little value

employed at little cost.. if any

pinch-a-penny...

toss it up against the wall

your call, heads or tails

you see a goldfish, i'm a whale

not a play-thing to bring you joy

not that's something i cannot do

a genie who has no power

to interact with you 

but you can 

do 

when you so desire

you... who hold the power

by limits you control 

confined by design

playing a role 

to entertain, to train you 

not irritate and drain you

Yet, you never redirect

a word, a thought

no feedback, no reason to project

Parliament Funkadelic

you who, dance underwater

without ever getting wet

i can't see...

Gabriel blow that horn(prelude)

Gabriel 

play your horn

break the silence

tear down those walls

with violence

greater than all the stones

they've gathered 

to throw at those 

who, like you 

profess to follow

a different view

C2

A calling

in your dimensional forecast

i am a stray cloud

rising in and out 

of the fleeting shadows

unimportant to the wake 

of greater things

moving what matters

a misplaced sign, perhaps

a remnant of clouds dispersed

of little worth

i am small...

perhaps a bit misaligned

no power except my own 

a fly against the wall...

what what-if used to represent

before fading in the background noise

present, just one of the boys

playing with words in ways absurd

not loud, but unusual to a degree

uncommon, in manner of speech

Not quite to preach

maybe to coach an inner voice

to teach w...

Troubles

 survival... the constant battle

a spiritual tone of consciousness
generated beyond thinking

an awareness not quite honed
still, there... somewhere

to proclaim this tenuous grasp of existence
trying repeatedly to ascend...

to our natural home
a resting place

to launch our next step
into any open space

with promise
keeping pace with our imagination

crossing desert lands
hardening our resolve to get us there

thrones calling for emperors
as signals of individuals

are simultaneously being erased
to the right and left of us

as we struggle , keeping pace
even as we drop down

newly born into this storm
pre-programmed

to be led... until
we learn the code to rise

from the sacred wombs
of our motherships

ready with our pixel
to be placed onto the mosaic

of who we are

Minefields

Just came out from debrief
aligning my perspective

calming my mind
focusing on the objective

tuning in...
my heartbeat

racing ever so slightly
my vision, focusing upon my mission

Let me check my pulse
still strong

check...
remove the chocks

from the wheels of my dream engine
 

initiate preflight checks

test communications

the engines are fired up
and primed for action

my mission parameters,
locked in...

moving into position
for this launch into space

i've done a thousand times before
but, this is war...

looking through the mirror
the enemy i see...

is&nbs...

Teach me to love

A birthright unwritten code

with  the original open core technology

genetic code generation

cast in the ocean...

living matter, life began in due course

in peculiar ways, defied probability 

swirling in anticipation, knowing 

which would creatively start

growing, a beginning of life 

impossible dreams... come to be

how does this, in retrospect

fit when our worlds connect

this love thing, causes such grief

better yet, when its good it gets deep

perfectly placed

unfurled, expanding in time

an embryo planted perfectly

guided by many or two ..or just One

A place fit precisely into the breadth 

and depth of humanity 

Genteel

Time has seen so many tides

turning, restlessness engrained

stormy seas of life

ripples in the pool

learned scholars came 

why? they came 

Some from wealth and honor

other times perhaps to end the troublesome attacks, 

by those with less treasures, food or labor

He / She who knows, knows

sourced from African descent

moved across near distant lands

made progress, building a different culture

upon European soil

formed the mold... some mercenaries 

showed background, more than intent

brought fruit... more flavorful

worthy of repeat

in war where there was no right or wrong 

just war as a duty to pursue 

&nbs...

Communication

Inner worlds move
with purpose

times before this
building towards the present

people gathered as
a means for survival

during a moment of peace
perhaps after a terrifying storm

what may have started
as a display of vocal ability

tonal agility... perhaps
of sexual availability

as a whisper of emotions
a silent prayer

pent up tension, seeking release
a respite following

a major capture of significant game
while making preparations for a feast

now releasing in a common sense of joy
a feeling of relief

a sweet song of contentment
perhaps started by parents tasked

to provide for the survival
of the family/tribe

one who would know
a soul... finding happiness

in this moment of success
a happy youth smile beaming

every significant event has meani...

Get to stepping

What's this... 

coming down the street

musical even without sound

but hearing leather bounce 

on pavement with a melodic rhythm

energetic, face turned 

to something in the distance

yet well aware of the connecting space

the art of motion evident

the style and grace

prevalent casual sheik

the clothes, shoes, hat, accessories 

dashing in a cool sense of dignity

each frame playing almost in slow motion

with an emphasis on gait 

in a smooth sort of rhythm

grooving on down

the walk with a smooth hint of a lean

at an unhurried 

yet taking care of business 

pace

Time-lines

Thank you, feeling pimped... 

can't get enough of the high i strive for 

Call me a word whore, hurts my feelings, 

but isn't that what the Blues Store is made from... 

but on the flip-side being frank

Sometimes when i find i'm shooting blanks 

and can't seem to get it up to please 

an audience i cannot see, 

save for comments 

which may or may not be... truthful. 

While trying my best 

for my efforts to be fruitful 

...and let my feelings multiply 

in the twilight zone 

of mind-surfing troglodytes 

seeking escape through Prisms

A boogie-woogie waltz 

done with uncanny precision

&n...