Rocking on the roof once again with Cold Front Band here
at Outlaws, writing prose along with composing music at
the exact same time.
Exercising mind and intellect together in measures of
rhythms every moment of listening, feeling and putting
it all into coded melodies of prose with rhythms.
Totally enjoying how rhythms strike a chord within this
poet, just like lightening striking electrically, touch-
ing this poet throughout the day and night.
Living this temporary earthly life, a promise being ful-
filled from the inside out, giving serenity and peace to
this poet's soul entirely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem