Music Makes Me...

Talk about how inspiration works, thanks to this one song that's been playing on my mind, my latest cluster of poetry is looking sweeter and sweeter. Actually, let me drop back a square to correctly line up the kudos.

First, I've got to thank whosever responsible for the latest cars being made, with all this fancy technology. I don't know how long I've been hearing this song playing on radios but never could catch the title or artist name of this sweet, sweet, rhythmic lyric. I'm like that. Will love a song like the world loves to turn, but won't know who's singing it... barely can catch the words, for an extra laugh out loud. But I caught up with this one song, Sweeter, after hearing it playing on the radio, on a brand new piece of technology that told me just who was singing it---Brian McKnight. So, thank you Mr. McKnight, and whoever came up with the idea to add that fine feature to sound systems because now, at last, the sweet lyrics I've for so long been looking to write, are finally coming to life.

Below is a poem from inside GEM (© 2008), spelling out how music makes me feel.

Music Makes Me… 

Somethins' got a hold of me,
got me rapped up in debt and heartaches,
about paying life's dues, the thrill not all gone BB,
mangled in a spiritual time capsule mixing bad news,
cool blisterin' sweltering blues,
enlisting a fanatical romantical mood,
for red wine, a dinner date, and sautéed food,
buffing over jazzy love in the naked nude.
With a puff of this, a swig of that, a whole lot of sweat,
funk on a table in a dim lit bar, and one of those
four-string flaming red guitars,
me and Led rockin' on rock, sippin' from jars,
chugging a mouthful of something white, my delight,
spraying freedom openly mocking the Chellos
through Beethovens' classy classical musical windpipe,
a satirical mystical, powerful kind of squeal,
inspiration with a melodramatic suctioning zeal,
buried deep inside operatic Mozart noise,
and some happy go lucky stuff
another shade of blue making me do that thing I do,
toe tapping, heel clapping, skippin' along a fang dango beat
in a drifter, a freyed edge, and an eyelet band
with a lasso for a mic in my hand,
true blue good to be back home Country fan;
a wrap around blanket of deep-rooted love,
my kind of love to love,
the kind of love I'd hate to lose,
strokin' keys in my life, Yo' Mista I'm listenin',
rhythm to me without the blues, like a rise still here,
wherever I go. Dottie, Kirk, Chester,
and the whole reveling, rousing, gospel crew,
primping beneath my seat, wrestling with my feet
unifying harmony around my world
calling me darling, love, and honey; things like that,
a rhapsody meal revealing how music makes me feel.

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