To the Nines: The Songbook of the Muses — Erato’s Love Notes (…still in progress) 

5. Like springs of our own musings

…We wake the dead
With our shadows, marauding midnight of its silences…

Improvising night from day.

4. Her lips are the pigment of
Poetry, tasting like the love
She promised to only me
In words foretold
By my dreams.

3. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…’til no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
Andromeda falls
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.

2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
Dreaming poetry.

1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.

I 💚 the Art of Tamara Natalie Madden 

Blues & the Absolute Truth

“…Must
Be
Me that’s
Rushing by, ”
Time just clings, singing
Lost chords of the absolute truth.
Meanings linger like mother’s milk does to a baby

(For
The
Sake of
Survival).

I
Am
The blues.
The world knows,
Because they can see
Their own reflection in me, from
The womb to the tomb, roots to the fruits, though strange to all

But
We,
Rooted

In word of mouth, sprouting aloud
As if these walls could talk
& these blues could walk
Us where the soul
Never dies
& lead
Us

Back
Down
To Earth
(for right now)
Journaled in journey
Because every step’s a vessel
Of freedom…& human feeling, beyond all else.

(Quote excerpted from Paul Weller’s “Above The Clouds”)

Ancestors

When the ancestors
Dance, I can hear Africa
In beats of my heart.

I Love the Art of Frank Morrison 

Legacy (this is us)

This sea of souls deep
With dreams despite the darkness
Will be the beacon…

for

We
Drink up
The beauty

With trust in the translation
To be the epitome of our inspiration;

We
Are
Mortal
But our verse
Is left to live on

RandomiX #8: “Dream Yourself a Dream Come True…” (& call it the story of You) 

RandomiX #6

The Gospel

Purely and surely
Love is the gospel, singing
The sermons of life.

To the Nines: The Songbook of the Muses — Erato’s Love Notes (…in progress) 

5. Purely and surely
Love is the gospel, singing
The sermons of life.

4. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…until no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
Andromeda falls
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.

3. Sown in the soil of
Your soul, my heart reaps rapture
With wild brevity.

2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
Dreaming poetry.

1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.