If the world ends right now,
will seek for the god in the last vow.
Hands shaking, breath thin,
knees to the ground, nowhere else to begin.
As if plants were crying in,
due to humans having skeptical thinking,
cutting roots we don’t understand,
taking without asking, leaving scars on the land.
destroying one or two but the whole life of the livings.
Forests falling silent, rivers forgetting how to sing,
birds with no sky, and children with no spring.
We broke the chain and called it progress,
we broke the world and called it less.
Oh God,
If I get a chance for a last vow,
wanna seek for you in a row.
Not just one prayer and then goodbye,
but line after line, till the stars go dry.
Let me speak, let me stay,
let me mean it, just this one last time.
What are you waiting for?
When do you want your life to begin?
Grab the chance with both hands
Enjoy this dance and start to sing
The joy you can freely embrace
The choices that give you time
The love and passion and creativity
The boy that'll make you smile
What are you waiting for?
Let your heart and soul feel desire
Let your instincts bring you closer
To the life that is a beautiful fire
It's there to keep you warm
It's there to be your light
It's there to be a reminder
It's there to set things right
Nothing not meant for you will stay
It'll burn and create a new way
So that fire you're dancing around
Will give you blessings for your name
Let your life begin right now
Stop pressing pause on all your dreams
You deserve amazing experiences and memories
To reminisce about when you're free
© Michelle Morris, 2026
A hot jazz box time to listen to Eddie Henderson's big tenor, spontaneous spirit stirring way high
Ron Carter's bass groove on " Feelin' Alright." Man, like way out into the new
Jerry Garcia and Miles Davis in vinyl heaven, amen
Guitars for life, Wes Montgomery, and Django Reinhardt, Barney Kessell scales from the far side of the moon
tasteful execution and brilliant arranging, man, it's the Thad Jones/Mel Lewis Orchestra
Band comin' home, baby, to the Storyville club
The power of jazz and a rich hip space journey through time, and thought with the Sun Ra Arkestra at the Tone Deaf Factory recording session
Right now, and then John McLaughlin's reflections on Zen at the Jazz Showcase, Shi Town cool is the rule
Like now like wow electrical acid Jazz field of love and hope man, is the new pope dope
First time I ever heard her voice, Roberta Flack and the color theory of her keyboard life
Brain stops thinking
heart just takes a wild leap
and stops listening
A controversial one.' Long John Laws indeed could stun.' Clipped flinty tones He'd chew
No bones, never met him.' Wonder would
We have got on.? I beleive he was for the
Con-vid, but he was steeped in more honest; times.' In those middle ranges, there
Honesty was pretty much full time, i think
I lived its tail end.' Which balanced me quite
Well, enough to admire, yet know he was
Vulnerable as well.' So i regret the imposition, placed upon all Aussie folks'
Every straight grained, lover of better, for
We at are our best, when we share with mates.' So I reckon if we meet in heaven
Everything will be grand.' We'll gas round a
Golden barbie.' Where adventures we'll put
To plan.'
Right now I’m at peace
Right now I’m happy about how everything is
Letting go of you was the best thing I did for myself
It’s so easy to smile
I enjoy the day and I barely have anything negative to say
It took a lot to get where I am right now
I use to pray for better days
For God to take the pain away
It took so long to find my worth and to remember what I deserve
It took forever for me to see myself through my own lens and not yours
It’s my decision to figure out what I deserve
It took so long to get to this place
I was so afraid of being alone
I was so scared of the unknown
Right now I’m embracing being alone
I’m ready and inviting the unknown
Right now the sun is shining brightly
Being far away from you is where I want to be
Im happy and I’m at peace
You don't need to be, anybody else but you
Because only you can see, what the world is to you
You take all you know, and apply it life
Because what you're looking for, is a way to survive.
My mother said son, why do you worry so young?
For you don't need to think, about the earth so deep.
Though if you insist son, then I will help you along,
For anyday now son, well darling, you could be gone.
But you're here right now.
You're here right now that's all that's relevant she'd say,
Keep on the road to be free everyday.
Happiness does not have tomorrow
It does not have yesterday
It does not remember the past
Does not think about the future
It has the present
Not a day, but a moment.
Reason #357 why I can't Write right now
Something inside me must be on strike
I 've gone quiet waiting for the voice inside
Not a whimper sounds, only an empty rattle echos through my chest
The synapses just won't connect
It's not as if I've stopped feeling
But it seems I've become out of my own reach
The glass is full to the brim and as hard as I push it's secrets still won't spill
Every night I dream of water
Facing down tidal waves, standing in torrential rain
Barefoot, and waist deep in the river of my own soul
I smile as the waves get higher, and the ground pools around my feet
Open up the floodgates and let me be free
I scream
But still there is nothing.......
Right "now"
Is what is happening
Reading these words
As teapot whistles
Prompts and disturbances
Arisings pleasant and not..
What is right or wrong?
Nothing
And everything...
Right Now/Tony Adamo
the subway rumbles,
a symphony of voices,
spoken words drifting,
like jazz notes swirling,
through twilight streets,
trumpet sharp,
trombone smooth,
the city breathes,
tongues dance to the Latin beat.
The Last Poets
“When the revolution comes,”
Politicians whispered sweet lies,
promising dreams that were never theirs,
while streets echoed with dreams denied,
and voices drowned in blood-stained hope.
Economies built on the backs of the weak,
wealth for the few, while many stayed silent,
coins of gold pooled, but hearts went cold,
hands reached out but never united.
The Last Poets rhymes like Hymns
echoing in alleys,
fingers snap,
feet tap,
words meet the pulse,
the Congo thump lifts hearts,
raw and real,
hip-hop’s roots grow deep—
But what has changed,
in this swirling maze?
Do we still speak the truth,
shout over sirens,
dream beyond the neon flash,
with wide eyes,
still fighting, still asking,
for justice in our sound,
each voice a vote,
every story a song?
and why not
let them;
my son is asleep in the car
the radio plays
the skies are grey
the windows are nearly shut
a delicate breeze converges with
our transcendence
we are being transported
as he possibly dreams about
another football league he wants to invent
or, as he mentioned before hopping in the car
he wanted to leave the tennis early
to write his own song at home
he wants to relate, impart and begin his goodbyes
as the gale invading the vehicle is like the
tempest of ideas burgeoning his mind
i pull up to traffic lights and
i wonder if such joy exists in
the other cars
around us
I think no stimulus could be
as potent as the one to pee.
A feeling frequent and innate
is this - the urge to urinate.
It comes each day to everyone
at work, at play, or on the run.
It comes sometimes as home you drive,
and soon you're hoping to survive
the bursting of your inner dam
while sitting in a traffic jam.
Then down the street you drive distressed
with thighs together tightly pressed.
You wish so badly it would cease
and then you pray for sweet release.
And as you drive, you ache and ache
and curse that drink you had to take.
You want to speed, but big surprise -
a cop's behind you. Squeeze those thighs
to keep inside what wants to flow!
You do not dare to let it go.
Few impulses can so compare.
Oh, how you'd love a diaper there!
Then home at last, you do a dance.
You run while pulling down your pants.
And horror, if when once inside,
you find the bathroom occupied!
WEll, just be glad it's mountain dew
you're holding in, not number two!
I’m not happy nor healthy in my mind right now
It’s clouded and bleak
Not knowing which direction
Not knowing what l seek
Can’t sleep , forever tired
No interest “to ever do”
No motivation nor energy
Turmoiled mind and soul ,feeling blue
The flame that burns within me
No longer burns bright
Desperately struggling
Just to stay alight
I cannot see that light at the end of the tunnel
Nor a lighthouse to guide my way
I just want to close my eyes right now
Until clarity, rationale and time rids my minds disarray
In fields of flowers, under the sun's warm ray,
A gentle breeze, on a perfect day,
A loved one's laughter, a warm embrace,
Simple joys in life, a peaceful place.
A kind word spoken, a friendly face,
A heartfelt song, a sweet embrace,
A moment of grace, a dream come true,
These are the things that would make you smile, it's true.
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