So as I was trying to study unsuccessfully all day, attempting to get ready for tomorrow, I finally gave up. The following came out instead. Funny how it is with me. I read a post by someone that had been reading a book, and it grabbed my attention. Then heard a song that I hadn’t heard before. While those two events were rotating in my posterior cingulate cortex and medial temporal lobe, this came out. I only had a few minutes to write it down before I lost it. Not sure if my geographical references, or historical names and dates are right, so I’ll just blame the wind. And it’s not really about Native American, black, white, or race. It’s “The Call of The Peacemaker”
Or
“The Wind Cries Out For Change”
Categories:
cingulate, america, black african american,
Form: Rhyme
cortex aMYADALA
cribriform pLATES
cINGULATE gYRUS
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT BRANCHES
OF LOVE
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT COMFORTS
OF LOVE DEFINED
Categories:
cingulate, guitar, hip hop, music,
Form: Ballad