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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Today’s Musical Selection Will Be



Do you ever howl sometimes in a loud, yet quiet note?
Do strange fingers ever reach out and
Stroke some sleeping
Ache, lodged within
Your Soul?

Does a tear ever make a clearly distinct noise
As it crawls… before falling
In a singular ping of
A triangle's
Jangle?

If the written word were a strain of music,
Arranged to echo the sound of your
Essence, what tune would it
Assume? What instrument,
What timbre would suit
The voice of your
Deepest
Mood?

Would you strum your strings softly
Or bleat your horn, loudly?
Would you swiftly strike
Every key upon your
Piano, like a
Virtuoso,
Angrily?

If the spoken words were music, what
Sound would you affect? The vibrato
Of a cello? The rhymic pounding of
Drum? Perhaps a bass
With its resounding
Fret?

If your emotions were a symphony,
Would they thunder in dissonance,
Vibrate with sound and righteous
Fury… Or stew and brew
Like Miles Davis'
Mute?

Me? I am muting today, deep in my own
Blue instrumental jam. I am a hobo's
Trumpet… Awaiting the lips of
A muse to stroke me sweetly,
And blow upon my
Chrome.

I am a solo sound with no direction… lyrics
In search of introspection. I am
A wild note, cast to
A mercurial wind.
A distant quake
From a faraway
Gong.

Perhaps… this is my most authentic
Resonance … the genuine tone
Trapped within the solitary riffs
Of my lone blown
Lin-song.

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One.




© 2011 by L.M.Ross moaningmanblues



And on a sadder musical note:



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Rest In Peace Heavy D...You always brought a sense of fun & a party vibe to the Hip-hop game. You will be seriously missed.

Moanman-out.

10 comments:

Mizrepresent said...

Awe, my brother i love this! Your Lin-song is perfectly suited for you. Like a cool breeze on a warm night, mellow and soothing.

QH said...

Sometimes when we're blue, we create art because art can come out of internal conflict. I'm learning that art can also come out of other emotions to, just keep that in mind. Good work.

Also, it is sad about Mr. D. He was such a feel good guy, definitely a part of my childhood, sad he left so soon.-QH

J said...

Dope Bro pen!

Always on time!

Reggie said...

Very nice.........

Yeah I was touched by Heavy D's passing. He was far too young to die.

commentarybyvalentina said...

This is amazing, Lin!

I especially feel this;

Does a tear ever make a clear distinct noise
As it crawls… before falling
In a singular ping of
A triangle's
Jangle?

Nice!

I'll def miss Heavy.

thegayte-keeper said...

RIP

Lovebabz said...

I swear you are so saxy ;) are you a musician? I can tell music is important to you. I can't help but here your poetry as I am reading your poetry.

And thank you for the kind words on the passing of my Uncle. Great men seem to making their way home these days :(

WynnSong said...

Awwwwwww.....Again we see the unique inner Beauty that makes you so Special. You are the Words....You are the Music....You are a Deep, Deep Soul, Always Honest, Always Evolving....Always Real and True to Yourself.......

Chet said...

Eloquent and thanks for sharing this soulful peice with us. On a sad note Heavy D will be missed, I used to cut the rug to his music.

BigmacInPittsburgh said...

Ever wish or want to do something so well as another?
Such a well written piece,now you really "snatched some joy "
with this post!