Black Girl on the Front Row!

“Back To Basics”

Stripped back,

pared down…

Clean acoustic,

living sound.

Stripped down,

pared back…

syncopated hand-clap.

Pro with tools

that Nature brings,

no trim,

to gain the chord that sings.

Wrap around visors of strings.

Studied prowess,

digs up the zeitgeist treasure chest…

…calms the cacophony within.

Prolific with popular din,

makes melody his nest.

Wears harmonics, like a don,

on his composer’s vest.

Stylus down, record on.

Transposer of lyrics…

all hear the best, even the cynics.

Dares for epic,

lives legacy,

like the pinky ring of his songbook family crest.

Keeps it simple.

Less is more, his quest.

Sample to score,

back to basics… forever manifest.

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“Beneath The Streetlights & The Moon…”

Beneath the streetlights and the moon,

I sit with the tune of day.

Am hit by the way in which it turns.

Soon, dawn pulls up, in a pink Cadillac,

inked with the stain of rusting schemes,

the strain of bearing down on dreams…

catching up on time and picking up the slack.

Dragging monolithic hopes

across the bridge of metal toothpicks,

scoring lifescapes…

Making change the greatest escape.

What to stick to?

Blinking back denial?

Slinking by surprise?

..And what to pick…


Do you have a reason for the skies?


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