my people's music

my people's music,

be jammin

it's sacrilegious in it's form

sin sittin' next to gospel

guitar rocking next to tambourines

humming hymns

on beats of blues

set on strings of jazz

and that piano...well, bang on brotha...

you can hear the porch jive

and liquored lyrics

on high falsettos

and the drums?

well...

go back to Africa

and Brazil

and them islands

pick one

because it's all us

all shades of brown

getting down

with sounds emanating

from a thump off of a circle of souls

dating BC...

"before cd's"

i hit play

and my emotions sway

i weep,

at how deep

music has me

how could it not though?

doesn't it make you wanna lay in it?

bathe in it?

take a deep breath

immerse yourself underneath

the clicks of cymbals

that tick with toe taps

and...

well...

yea...

my people's music

has healing properties

moving through muscles

revving hearts

and purifying minds

a placebo from peabo...

a shot from chaka...

a pill from jill...

a flow from freddie...

and everything is alright.

my people's music...

it's a soul thing.

love notes

you ever hear a song...
drawn to it's title
reaffirmed by it's lyrics
wanting to share it,
but afraid
that if you do...
that one set of ears will think,
it's them to which you dedicate it?...
a musical ode
with perfect words
you could've composed yourself,
as if they'd be wrong..
when they wouldn't be
at all...
i saw a song,
i'd never heard
drawn by it's title
to which mimicked
the exact sentiment
that echoed my heart...
and as i listened,
intently to softly tickled
piano keys
playing back up harmony
to a voice
with delicate vibrato
my heart stilled...
because,
i heard a line,
that seemed like
it was plagiarized
from the story of my heart
and i felt chills...
that this song
i'd never heard,
entitled just for me...
plucking free my feelings
from strings and love
that,
what i want
just may be mine to have...
but,
it's just a song, right?
not possible
that the lyrical arrangement
was arranged for me,
to one day hear
and feel the message
crystal clear...
that in the conception,
of this art
the purpose
was deeply hidden,
to be a "message in a bottle"
set to throttle me
mid-night
mid-cry
mid-bye...
i don't know
i didn't mean
to get deep...
i guess that song...
those lyrics...
just wrote love notes
all over me,
and i just want to
hit repeat

Love's Caress~ a song

{I woke up this morning...and after lying in bed...a song popped in my head. I hate that I'm not musical in the way that I can "compose" with notes. Or that, I can at least bang out what's in my head on a piano/keyboard. I heard violins playing sharply, the left side of the piano banging hard (a right tickle from time to time), a bass plucking, chimes being tickled, a cymbal being tapped, and harps "harping". lol As of right now...the melody that gave birth to this "song" has drifted away...but, I felt like sharing this with you all.}


Verse 1


it's not how your fingers find
all the chills in my spine
i love how i call you mine
you call me yours...
we're so damn fine


we flow like a fine wine
we color outside the lines
we're love and lust combined
we make it pop
boy we're blowing minds


Chorus


i gotta tell ya
your love is betta
...it tickles just like a feather
better than the rest
it's like a love caress


Verse 2


our love's sweetly divine
more precious than a diamond mine
i love how you take your time
the pleasure builds
i exhale a sigh


your love is right on time
i keep saying, "my oh my"
i feel like a ray of shine
glowing bright for you
this man of mine


[chorus]


Bridge


i love how you touuuch me...
the way that you hold me...
in your heart so sweetly...
there's...nothing...betterrrrr...than a love's caress


[music]

sing me

tickle me like ivories

caressing the bones of me

blow my mind away

trumpeting airy odes

...written expressly for me

in the key

of c sharp

shattering grains of sand apart

once heated

to a transparent shine

clinking with mine

write me inside of romance

and metaphor

"liking" me

personifying me

into illustrious poetry

hum to my

acoustic soul

vibratos bouncing against

percussion thumps of my heart

find me in the beat

between the kicks

and cymbals

give me you

in bridges and breakdowns

touch my lips

with sweetened harmony

while bass strums

echo over me

on repeat...

name a song for me

and inspire lovers

with live scats

*do dat...do dee*

is that just for ME, baby?

...remember me

in hymns and ditties

written

while smitten

with verses

of quelling syncopation

adorned in delectation

award worthy

applaud worthy

have mercy...

[deep sigh]

sing me...

in musical dreams

whistle

while working me

work at not hurting me

float away

into our love sway

like a song,

you cant quit singing all day

sing me...

i'm listening