_____ by Creole Goddess

Musing without breath,
to melodic spirits in my ear,
Vibrating air birthing tear,
Amen, real music is here,
ever hear that song,
one that sexes your mind,
vocals striking time blind,
perfection sending notes through your spine,
I'mmm,
in heaven,
relaxing in the summer,
on the porch in the wind,
asking hope to rememdy sin,
with every note,
I float,
Isley, Green, Blue Note,
In the hood it'ssss,
good tonight,
as long as song utters,
revolution, passion and sight,
I could drift,
in the purity of this deific gift,
supposing creations revelation,
can be told with songs of birds,
Pattie could tell it too,
and so could Marvin,
through,
morning, noon and evening,
bleeding,
to rich eloquent soul,
piercing vocal control,
sometimes music is all I know,
enthralled to have it,
and won't ever let go....

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