Strip Mining Xx Xxx Xx Improvisation 01 09 2014 Poem by Lee Mack

Strip-Mining:


Any heart will pay attention to fear
Memory attends to compose
If of a mind that knows the scales
The key where holy spirit begins
In harmony with the beat - carry on
In tune grateful that faith thinks the
Art of love is music to right believing-

Hold to that line that mimics holiness
Rather give the gift of love space
Far too much time for love begins to
End in a philosophy - far too much time
Tunes to longer syllables of stress and
Forms of speech - in tongues formed
To speak generations of classic music
And in economy of scales strip-mined
From the mind's blue rondo argot forms
Speak - find smaller words in tune with
Changes in rhythms that flow -right
Living is the only true art we know
Strip mined from the mind to improvise
The instrumental ore to harmonize soul

Plenty of philosophy plays off key for
Nothing more than keeping eyes peeled
An ear to the ground of solid sensibilities
Subtitles grow from it abundantly profound
Small words and long thoughts assemble
From the heart to sing in tongues on key
Of a core life in strip-minds that we leave
The next line will never explain the reading
And your reading is but another dream
Made to seem the holy spirit was left only
To appear inside the beginning and end.