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the melody coursing through her (it starts with a spark)
by Aaron Michaelswinging low, but stepping easy
not the way she was taught
but to the beat of her own pulse;
she hears it in her chi
screaming to be heard by everyone
pulsing in her bones and
down to the marrow,
it doesnt have to be the same
every time. variety, she says,
leads the way to uniquemeasure
other people see; follow
me and i'll show you what
music realy means
and that anyone can be bigger than jesus
at least until they die.
and people follow.
thats right, a leader,
its what shes always
wanted to be. fear
has no place in this tune,
or in this lifetime, she says,
because even the blue notes
have meaning to the masses, and
because even the blue notes
sound in place. all the others,
the funkyjivecat bastinado
heard in her mind,
the hard bass line with the tiptoptapping
high hats and crashes
that live and breath with a life
independant of it's creator
well, then thats where shes
supposed to be. just listen,
since the music coursing
through her veins takes her places
she never dreamed of going,
seeing this top spin with her strength
and knowing that it'll be spinning long
after she's gone.
all she's asking is are you a player,
are you putting your chips in for immortality?
will you jump into the fun
or just sit on the sidelines
and watch?
08/22/2007 Author's Note: this is good. i don't know what to do next, but that's a big 'ol tag to you, chelle :)P.S. my additions are in bold.
Posted on 08/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
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