Music Prose Poems

It was a cool winter night. While
Things were heating up inside.
Damian relaxed in the comfort area
While he witnessed, CJ and Julius 
Have the dance floor....

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Date   June  2019

Damian was glad to Be back home
Now he searched his room for anything 
Out  of place. He wanted the...

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Uncontainable

(Music playing)

“I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
and I’ve been waiting for this moment, for all of my life, oh lord
Can...

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The desolate perfection of solitude. The shiver of recognition that there is only one being on the mountain, and that’s you. The pine trees watch,...

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He played the piano the way he did everything – incredibly well.
He’s a maestro, his mother told everyone who stopped by.
They did not doubt it,...

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Walking to the nearby plaza with my grandmother and riding on the carousel was such a special occasion. When the carousel came into view, I...

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drove for thirty minutes to the subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, and reached Queen's Park....

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Memories sneak up on us like a thief in the night, robbing us of our peace of mind—leaving us, at best, feeling uncomfortable. The bad...

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I am quite taken with the sultriness from the 
Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down 
my spine as I enters the room arousing the...

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Just like a wish, whimsical as it stirs dreams and trembles with the rhythms of hope, my heart anticipates the beautiful in a setting sun,...

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Leaking through the worn, gray boards, like a trickle from a dream. Where gentle thoughts raised prayers through the loft, tiers spilled out tears, remembering...

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** In This Last Waltz **

I am swirling around thoughts,
Swirling even ‘tween ‘em , too — stepping forward —
Getting ready for this nght’s joys to...

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My new friend has synthesia.
She sees words in different colors.
Yes is purple.
No is blue.
Hello is green.

She tastes shapes, hears colors
feels sounds, pain shows up in...

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*** Sketching the Ballerina ***

It is well, quite well after midnight. 
My pup lies fagged on the blanket
    as close to me...

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What Is Happening?

Yes, the little Genie asked
What is happening?
Children aren’t being taught
To tell time,
They can’t look at the clock and
Know whether it’s one o’clock
Or it’s...

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