Listening to Nas and Stevie Wonder. Be like water. Bruce Lee said to be like water. Let it go. Let all the easiness of water and heaviness of water wash away and make one to nill to one. Like zero to love in a tennis match. Like a soul patch in an 83 Cadillac, step back. Wash the day away with music swinging in the chorus.
It’s Friday. I am an Aries, you’re a Taurus, They are gemini. It doesn’t matter to me, my mind isn’t high. It’s not lifted, it lifted and separated, the golden days liberated, my soul sedation. I got a Tegretol mind stead of acid rock, and I sing my third degree burns with cigarette burns. I am a boring stegasaurus, been smoke free before Bickfords went smoke free. Don’t follow me. A Flock of pigeons and a flock of seagulls can fight over a sandwich. Next to a beach, for breakfast. Think about it.
The sun stands at attention for no one, it has no attention span. You try to touch the sun, you can’t hold her hand. She warms us all, but stays for no one. It’s a process too much sun burns us nauseous, water stings and heals. Surf the light.
Like bands make her dance.
This is a seashell free flow, free prose. Writing to the mighty folks. This is listening to your Spotify Free Friday playlist and trying to stay creative. Knowing each beat mixed with your thoughts is delicious. But that’s a remix.
No one thought I would write over the beats they’d lace like sneakers, I fight back the depression but right now I’m feeling the emcee flowing from the speakers.
So I think what’s next for me. Two days in a backbeat is like three weeks for some freaks.
I feel good for a second and let down the avalanche of medicine - flies like a backspin.
I could write but I listen to the musicians and let my digital pen spray iPhones with blue notes. Type like type writers could sentence this freedom fighter.
Just another Friday night. Trying to hold on. Feeling alright. #Friday #Music #Poetry