NOTES

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Music matters like nothing else

The sensual embrace of notes in your hair
The fringe to your mane
The trumpet coming alive Miles Davis
The Stylistics, the brand new in me.
Fully flowed with expansion of love
Gladness, joy, the zest of life. The bloom of life
The glorious life, the glamorous life
Bill Evans. John Coltrane My Funny Valentine.
That’s me.
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What Matters

What matters? The Sun, the moon and the stars. Love. The best kind. Unconditional, gentle, considerate and deep. Sex. Erotic, sensual, in unison. Babies in all their innocence. Family: the ties that bind us. Creating, creating original works that the world has yet to witness. Music matters. Meditation matters. Meditation is what will see us through. Exercise, yoga, specifically. Integrity matters. Integrity in action is authentic. Focus concentration and discipline will work. Find your light, shine with loving kindness, be mindful, be happy, may all beings be happy. People matter. Saying sorry matters, hard work matters. What matters is that we write. One day I hope to see my writing published in the form of a book. What matters? Matter, matters. Without matter, we won’t matter. No matter.

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Attempting Haikus

Today the grass wilts
Tomorrow it grows taller
Green grass underfoot

Hot days ahead! May.
Spring has abandoned us for
A scorcher summer

Bananas in bowl
Blueberries in the mixer
A morning smoothie

Sophia studies
Economics and English
A-level exams

Dominic’s photos
In black and white portraits show
Outstanding people

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crazy dream

running through the woods
that hard autumn day
the cold almost froze
i thought i would stop
mid-track, turn into a piece
of beef, (or a cadaver)
hung in some butchers shop
people would stop and stare
look through the window-
i would squint and glare
until they turned away and
walked mile after mile onto
telegraph road—until i, the runner
ran to catch up to the crowd
that had stared at me at the
butcher shop.

i opened my eyes, and looked
outside, I had just woken from
the craziest dream I have ever had
must have been the steak
i had for dinner the night before
at that fancy restaurant known as
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BE HERE NOW

 

BE HERE NOW

Be here now.
Said my father
How? I asked?
Puzzled by it’s
Seemingly simple
But complex notion
I am here
Isn’t it obvious?

No. My father, said
Your mind is all
Over the place
To be here now
One must truly
Be present.

In body mind and soul
At one with oneself
And the universe
Be here now ridicules
running away
From life experiences
And responsibilities

That’s when the anxiety
Sets in. the anxiety reminds
Me to feel
Really feel
The moment
Love truth anguish

Be here now
Is difficult
As the mind
Listens to the music
In the background
Be here now is interrupted
By Ashira walking in.

So all I can conclude
From this exercise
Is that to be here now
Is not easy.
It demands concentration.
A brain that focuses
Under different circumstances
I am all over the place
But here. Not here.

Usually , over there…