Invisible sunset thread still holds me flying
on the last golden string before the big orange drops
into a cold swallow breeze of the great lake
to the West.
It is so good to be awaken dragon again
Floating freely on the jet streams and wave drums
despite the year of diverged crossroads prophecies,
chronically plagiarized mistakes from scary history books,
false public office promises,
city watch towers surrounded by sound walls,
and crumbling scam pyramids
built by the new order architects
ready to trap minds of the racing suite-rats
who sleeplessly dance
on the strings
while tapping louder and louder a new war rhythm.
Countering this pounding noise
I follow the Jazz Man
and still chant
We shall overcome…
Neither Earth nor Heaven
can tame the spirit,
living free beyond any limits.
Freedom breeze is fresh,
weightless like laughter of once young person
which challenges the distant cynics lacking life.
This unwarranted youth sweetness smile still fills
the memory darkness space
with acoustical dolphins’ photos
taken once from the old ferry on a way to Ithaca
and now forgotten in the drawer of the night stand.
Those hidden sonar dolphin beams still emit signals,
make me sleepwalk
while trespassing the forbidden bridge between
the Garden of Eden and the valley of the shadow of death.
I am yet to lift clouds of unfinished dreams
and arrive to that place
where there is no line on the blue infinite screen
that divides the sky from boundless waters–
the empty space filled with invisible fleeting words of love
written with empowered wings of wind,
resistant to threads of chains,
and blasted in the seagulls sunset screams
while bouncing of the send duns
the deep footprints of someone’s burden
wrapped in the wrath of lust,
oh, Jazzman take my blues away…
“I”m a bluesman in the life of the mind, and a jazzman in the world of ideas.” Cornel West
Psalm 23:4 “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”