• Long ago and far away

    Photo circa 1975

    Have you ever stumbled across something from a bygone era, something you know is your's, from your own hand, your own mind? With no connection, the how, the why fuzzy  and yet still, undeniably you?

    I stood in front of this canvas of love and anger.
    I felt his brush strokes scratch the surface of the paper.
    P u l l the fibers away, revealing its underside.
    His anger
    in this world defending who he is
    became mine.
    I longed to scrawl across its face
    this. is. not. fair.

    I wanted to help. I wanted to join in his cause.
    I watched her dance and she spoke to me.
    Her arms wrapped around me.
    Her legs her muscles her strength.
    I j u m p e d, I was a i r b o r n e
    with her.
    I cried when she became still.
    Not tears of anguish or
    heart broken never to be mended.
    But with love
    with fullness for what she had done.
    I wanted to be her

    The notes wash over me
    like fresh water on a sun baked body.
    I feel the BASS
    through my feet.
    My spirit s o a r s
    with the delicate turn of his voice.
    I want to SHOUT
    to sing
    but am silenced with sound.

    When immersed   surrounded  
    with such RAW
    overpowering
    EMPOWERING
    talent
    I want to inhale it
    to become it
    to make it
    ...mine.
    I feel their P A S S I O N
    I feel it well inside me
    I want to release it
     
    h e r e
    i t
    i s



    circa Feb 1998 courtesy of Wayback Machine
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