Black Poetry : My Chosen profession

Caesarlee31

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Mar 13, 2002
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music,
spinning and spinning
intertwining ages and generations
stations laid upon the heads of wizards
made many a star more so than greek,
and I stare out behind tones
and overtones of rhythms
seeing the silhouetttes of babies
barely old enough to know what seduction is
or could be what I see is music
and tears that roll and take extasy pills
at 12 in the afternon just to place them in the frame
of mind to shake their preverbrial *****
and I am wondering
like my father and like I some times wonder
what drives me to comsume my soul with music.
8-9-10 **** it! 18 hours in a days time
my mind is controled by stories and poetry
words that spurt out at and seconds chance
and ceases to exist when on line
thinking
thinging
planning to find loriate
road and written
like stanzas and I play the music like
verses of love and hate and retribution
my chosen profession is creation.

peace and blessings:toast:
 

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