The warm night air was fragrant The cool breeze softly blew Stars twinkled in a sky so clear. To a resting virgin servant A pure young maiden The angel Gabriel appeared. “Fear not, sweet young Mary God finds great favor in you. For to you a child shall be born. The holiest of infants A …

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Words are disharmonious to the tune of a flat out lie your talent for becoming that one thing Masters Guild Maestro with a penchant the beautiful misery each word sounding more untruthful than the next but we don’t say that do we? Who is to say what to believe when the truth is a hostage …

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I like dancing and singing in the crescendo sound and feeling swelling to a sonorous climax of colors and light to get goosebumps or shed tears or yell screams praise in the claps celebration in the dance to a soundtrack heard in my head And when I find that song that threads notes through me …

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Mezzo-piano. Night-soft lullabies, bed-time lyrics We’re making music chambered instrument soft, sexy, jazzy deep mellow sounds of the clarinet breathing harmony in me Ellington’s sound that penetrates and I taste the notes Making liquid music, so intoxicating That I drink music like sweet hot rum. I want to be the instrument. Something mellow, a bass …

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Mezzo-piano. Night-soft lullabies, bed-time lyrics We’re making music chambered instrument soft, sexy, jazzy deep mellow sounds of the clarinet breathing harmony in me Ellington’s sound that penetrates and I taste the notes Making liquid music, so intoxicating That I drink music like sweet hot rum. I want to be the instrument. Something mellow, a bass …

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Hidden in shadows the thoughts that have sprouted invisible tentacles that hold me too close to the edge of this beautiful chasm Those who see me don’t see it they see me dancing wildly in a broken, jagged line gyrating and gesticulating in the rhythmic hopes of some attachment that keeps me from falling in …

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Morning light peeks through pale then golden like fingers tickling me awake I relax my head against the glass looking out at Saturday’s calm And I find myself lazily turning pages submerged in its world Saturday’s lifestyle finds me wanting perfect peace and time to renew Lifestyle

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