I was thinking last week about doing something a bit different on the blog. Was thinking how listening to music, some lines jump out at you and begin throttling your imagination. Thought that perhaps a way of dealing with this would be to take such a line and expand on the idea, however it made your thoughts and blood flow at at a given point. Then version 2.0 suggested much the same so that confirmed the validity of the idea and I decided i might as well experiment.
"Yo, it kinda made me think of way back when,
I was the portrait of an artist as a young man." (Talib Kweli)
Given to remember
How I used to scribe everything on crumpled paper
That fit it my pocket,
whose words sought no profit
Yet, whatever was said and scribbled in the flashes of youth
Swirled across the sky at sunset as evening brought truth
Once, I once thought of my place in the world
Beside
That ginger haired girl
We would take the air we breathed and cup it in our hands
Made a wish; blew it out, over across the land
I stood beside her gazing across
A mutual horizon spinning our thoughts
Art is nothing more than the ache in my heart
Art is nothing more than playing our part
If love is to save all who come and move within our sphere
Then our art shall have nothing to fear
You will paint the stress and the peace of a mind ravaged
I shall create a story of a time that is savage
Then once upon sometime not too far from now
We will say we loved, we made art and knew how
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