She calls it.. Visual- Prose.. featuring lyrical snippets...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNdI3Btc9h4

I Am.. EXTRACTING SOUND...

 Playing the Drums

Playing the drums feels like a main line to the soul,

 A formidable antidote, an awesome purging of all angst.                                                                                                                

 The quest to consume the silence with crashing waves of vibration.          

So I commenced to beat out confusion, rage, forgiveness on tin 

                                                                                                                                                                   

Redemption, validation came with every knock,  on those skins                                                                                

Tapping, pounding rolling, resounding                                                                                                       

Drilling, banging, clashing  clanging,                                                                                                          

 Seeking no record, accolade nor audience                                                                                                                    

 Just a  passenger of rhythmic teleportation

Pianoforte for the Everyday

So it was finally my turn at the piano keys.                                                                               What was left of this inalienable gift so foolishly ignored?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

A series of once familiar scales and a handful of tunes I'd retained from youth.                        Sheet music has never interested me, even though I can read & locate the notes.                                                                       

Then, I  picked up a few lessons from a gifted artist, my somebody special..

I chose to exercise my musical muscle memory, masquerading as a forgotten talent                  through  spontaneous expression.  

When the left hand chords and the right hand melodies intersect with precision,                      The infinite elegance of freedom and tranquility ascend. 

Music has an astonishing  kind of energy 

Instruments hold a specific type of power. 

 The creative pulse yields incredible moments that hallmark generations.  

Sophisticated Savages, and Classy Cannibals...

How would you characterize  an innovation thrust upon society whose benefit is also its detriment?                                                                                                         

Must the laws of nature  and laws that govern humanity collide or  coincide?                                                                 

Is conspiracy the unraveling of reason or its analysis?                Is denial an asset or a liability?                                                                                                                                                   

Could the  presence of an  altered reality in a technological era, consumed by id serving dominance, erase our collective conscience?       

Is civilization an oxy-moronic  theory that suggests civility always prevails over savagery?                                                           

Tenacity is my greatest attribute despite competing priorities and the passage of time.... Welcome Back Macrocosmic Scripts

There she stood in the doorway, leaning to one side, obviously intoxicated.                           

She could have been anyone's daughter, sister, lover, friend.

Where he took her through the horrors of the court case would annihilate any faith she had left to mend.