Erato’s Love Notes Part 7

We

Are destined to dwell

In the wake of love

Till death do us part

(so, we

would be best to save

all the bright wonders

of our words to heal

the worlds

of hurt we endure

through blunders of time

until it is dead —

buried

by love).

My Favorite Bands/Groups

My Top 7: Weather Report, Parliament-Funkadelic, Radiohead, Public Enemy, Mandrill, John Coltrane Quartet ’62 – ’65, Miles Davis Quintet ’64 – ’68

Honorable Mentions:
The Police, Return to Forever, Brand New Heavies, De La Soul, The Clash, early Kool & the Gang, Kraftwerk

& the ones people forget:
Catalyst
Lafayette Afro Rock Band
Placebo
Liquid Liquid
Michael Viner’s Incredible Bongo Band
The Art of Noise
The Young Disciples

Excerpts.2

“The media’s the most powerful entity on earth They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent…”
— Malcolm X

“Life doesn’t get easier or more forgiving; we get stronger and more resilient.”
— Steve Maraboli

“Simplicity is the best sophistication.”
— Leonardo da Vinci

“He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot, will be victorious.”
― Sun Tzu

“Any healthy man can go without food for two days – but not without poetry.”
– Charles Baudelaire

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”
–Virginia Woolf

“Poetry is stepping into the ring to battle a beast, and the beast is your heart.”
– Leonard Cohen

“Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge.”
— Shelley

“Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.”
— Marcus Aurelius

“It’s not the future that you’re afraid of. It’s repeating the PAST that makes you anxious.”
― Unknown

“Quality means doing it right when no one is looking.”
― Henry Ford

“Children are not a distraction from more important work; they are the most important work.”
— C.S. Lewis

“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”
— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

“You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.”
― Rumi

“Our world exacts a terrible price from its artists.”
— Ralph J. Gleason

“Judge not your beauty by the number of people who look at you, but rather by the number of people who smile at you.”
— African Proverb

“Producers of great art are no demigods but fallible human beings, often with neurotic and damaged personalities.”
— Theodore Adorno

“The best readings of art are art.”
— George Steiner.

“She lives the poetry she cannot write.”
— Oscar Wilde

“The enemies of a people are those who keep them in ignorance.”
~ Thomas Sankara

Reprise: “The Shadow of Your Smile”

[Urania’s Song] 

Why are my eyes roaming in the moonshadows
of her silhouetted smile as if it was a montage

of her soul being projected as a chromatic fantasy
upon the umbra of the universe
gravitating to everything under the sun?

Why are my thoughts drifting dreamily with all

the colors coming and going yet somewhat slipping away from day, as if they were
the empress of heaven’s old clothes (or lack thereof)

composing the coda of its coming to a close…
only to find it is the reprise of these eyes.

Angel of Harlem

Lady Day, the truth
Still lingers with every new
Earful of “Strange Fruit.”

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