This post's title... part of lyrics delivered with melodic levity from a song
begging beautifully for fidelity*
vocals lamenting on the ancient language:
its scripture,
I made it my business
to learn the code,
to hold me, rise momentarily stroking a key with
no lock to un . Do you know how to translate the silence of years gone by
like clouds in a b r e a t h l e s s sky, whereby
artless definitions
reside
no question
. mark
my word, where there is
_ _ _ _,
there is none,
no need for one:
'sorry', mama told me ... ever-forgiving, she passed on the most
beautiful
genes to me,
luckily
what kind of tight-rope fantasy are we living in
through the wire
this ain't no act, witnessing this mother earth-like action embodied a patient practice at the detriment of her intention,
filtered through mis-perceptions,
like some mad-men's
un-pure hearts' projections spilling effects in
slick suffocation painted in
plastic black-gold
makeovers taking advantage of natural beauty,
shades of vanity
rising to the surface
entangled humanity
stacked needs killing the sea
see
while late last last night among
brand new trustees of 6-degree bound-to-happen kind of math while walking the path, crossed
this coming-together where centered, staged my first time
speaking them spur-of-the-moment lines
dimly lighted chandelier above under which legs stood me up
slightly shaking like a newly formed foal,
hands on hips to hold steady
a heart deafening my nerves to the point of exhilarating,
gorgeously absurd!
mouth poised to deliver the drops of some truth I'd never
dare to claim as my own,
spontaneously revealed to all
but one (the source)
at once
unscripted, well-versed access to a
rest-stop
where that block called m-
e could go,
get out of some marvel's way making for a
peace-full moment
of hopeful flowing grace by a
body granted me, chords vocalizing
a mind we can, must now more than ever,
possess (if ever we dared to own.
this is it, while sur la terre)
(hold tight to carefully command. understand you can, must
command,
freedom of the
upper hand on your own lower-head),
some vessel are we
for use like ::
blood thicker than water making wine for fellow man
kind
.Translation...