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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

My Personal Soundtrack



There oughta be

A soundtrack to

My life. A rhythm…

A rhythm,

To my walk

Like Shaft's...

A cat-like grace,

Choreographed, by

Me.


There oughta be some

Tom-toms

Pounding some

Urgent drums sounding

The long drawn

Song of my

Discontent. There oughta be some


Sad sexy

Saxophone thrown in

For tender moments…

Some strings

Played and serenades

Made to commemorate

Those Blue Moods, too…


Even if no one

Ever sees my movie

There oughta be

A soundtrack

To my life…

A discordant set played to

The complex maze,

A cadence to this

Strut of Independence…



If this day be my

Masterpiece,

My freak dance,

My opus,

Let the pace of

A Hip-hop beat

Speed thru my progress…


Let the guitar's wah-wah play

Me cool and

Ridiculous.


Let my lyrics be

Sweetened by

A ménage of flutes

And a mad marathon of

Trumpets...


And let my adversities

Be accompanied by

Something like a

SCREEEEEEEEAM!



And let my adversities

Be accompanied by

Something like a

SCREEEEEEEEAM!



See, there oughta be

A soundtrack

Some mean-ass brass,

A ballsy high-hat…

And a crazy

Cry… of tenor sax

To accent it all.


Even if no one

Ever sees

My movie

There oughta be

Some music,

Some attempt at harmony


And some chords played

Finally, finally right…

To accompany … this


Riff, this flight,

This trip-hop scat bop

Doo-doo-wow

Jazz flop

I call


My Life.



One.


By L. M. Ross

6 comments:

Supreme Being said...

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Mizrepresent said...

Snap - Snap, beautiful...i luv it!

BronzeBuckaroo said...

That was really good. It made me think of Langston Hughes whose funeral service was done to the tune of the music he listened to and the life he lived. Jazz, blues, and poetry--his personal soundtrack. It is what I want!

MysTery said...

Niiice! I like! :)

jade said...

beautiful. it read like a blue note recording. the rhythm, the flow, the cadence...

made me wonder what my soundtrack would sound like.

joaquin carvel said...

ironic, this wish, since you add so much to the rich and varied soundtracks of (lucky) us, on whose ears your rhythms fall.

brass or beat, string or reed – play on, friend, play on…

jc