Black Poetry : The Symphonist

Blkthunder

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Oct 24, 2002
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With the thunder gods
If God willed himself into the world as sound
Then his echoes will eternally resound
In my chest he has placed a drum
Constantly beating we are one
Pulsating to his eternal beat
Great is the joy it moves me to speak
Ancestors played to give praise to him
In their hearts he always remained as rhythm
Music touches all in the depths of the pits
Its as if music came from God’s very own lips
And he kissed our ears
For that we cry tears
His joyful noise is as the oceans
Forever like waves and its motions
At times we are awakened to the flow
Things are perfect we know which way to go
Things happen at just the right time
Our rhythm is one with his mind
My soul is but a key in God’s grand piano
It vibrates at rates and states well beyond soprano
Though the keys may change
The note will remain
We must be struck to make a sound
Like to walk feet must hit the ground
His hands will never tire
Lord thank you take me higher
(CO)2003MRKS
 

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