Erato’s Love Notes: To the Nines (1st revision) 

9. I evoke you
…Out of the babel
Of Babylon, in the cadence
Of our hearts’ embrace — like
Love inciting poetry
& verse inviting passions
Of the soul to be its
Epitaph, as the voices
Inside my head splinter
Then rejoin & rejoice in a chorus
Of the syllables
Of your name swinging
Off & on the branches
Of the echo tree
For eternity to adhere
& infinity to see…
Even through the confines
Of night, “striding
Across nothingness.”

(*Quote from Zora Neale Hurston)

8. As the millions of
Colors sound off in my
Mind, to infuse hues

In the umbrella
Of umbra and propel me
Through the tyranny

Of time, I fall more
In adore with the broken road
Running parallel

To moons conjured
“In the twilight of
Perpetual noon”

That led me through truths
And transparencies
Dead into you.

(*quote from Geoff Dyer) 

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).

6. Through painting felt, yet
unseen, except
by heartstrings, love speaks

In melody

Always on the verge of ecstasy
With words falling
Into place, simultaneously
Upon every one

Of my senses.

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
Prosody, 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, summoning
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we might hear
The sacred music of the planets.

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.

A Heart’s Rhythm of the Soul 

 
Hear the gravity
Of our own inner songs
Pulling us back
To the beginnings, with no
Growing voids in between us.

Paradox: Heaven on Earth

“…Ain’t no smiling faces
Lying to the races…”
— The Staples Singers

Down here on the ground
Life is a paradox
Of paradise
Lost

…Everyday
People up in here
Like we selling salvation
Like we showing trailers
Of Phoenix Sunrise: The Second Coming
With Sam Walton
As Jesus Christ Superstar
And a motley multitude
As his congregation
Misled & misconstrued
By vendors of legal tender
For the love of money
In God We Trust…

When we should grasp
For the greatness
That love’s eternal ember
Has in store for us
All, if only we can see
That right beyond
The ash of our past

Lies heaven on earth.

Erato’s Love Notes Part 9

I evoke you
…Out of the babel
Of Babylon, in the cadence
Of our hearts’ embrace — like
Love inciting poetry
& verse inviting passions
Of the soul to be its
Epitaph, as the voices
Inside my head splinter
Then rejoin & rejoice in a chorus
Of the syllables
Of your name swinging
Off & on the branches
Of the echo tree
For eternity to adhere
& infinity to see…
Even through the confines
Of night, “striding
Across nothingness.”

*Quote from Zora Neale Hurston

Mixed

 (…but not mixed-up)

In spite
Of being light-bright
(& almost white, but
Not quite)
I choose
Neither to assimilate
Or to hate nor to separate
The human race
…but instead, realize
All of us comprise
The face of its fate…
& trust in the vernacular of my soulness.

Jazz According to Thelonious

“The piano ain’t got
No wrong notes,” long as the song
Tells a story.

Erato’s Love Notes Part 8

As the millions of
Colors sound off in my
Mind, to infuse hues

In the umbrella
Of umbra and propel me
Through the tyranny

Of time, I fall more
In adore with the broken road
Running parallel

To moons conjured
“In the twilight of
Perpetual noon”

That led me through truths
And transparencies
Dead into you.
*Quote from Geoff Dyer

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).

Convergent Compulsions

To elevate (rather
Than escape) the shadow
Of Trane, Elvin played

Like a shaman of Shango
Delivering the thunder

“Like a tidal wave
That never quite breaks, that
Never stops breaking…”
[Quote from Geoff Dyer]

The Truth About Buddy Bolden

“Bolden went crazy,
Because he really blew his
Brains out through the trumpet.”

 

 
(According to Jelly Roll Morton, as quoted by Alan Lomax)