Eyes rising in this morning, climbing mesquite trees in a
creative mind, seeing shadows of what lies between our
thoughts and reality.
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Sorting out tempos of rhythms while writing, moving intuitive
melodies right into the middle of everything, exciting, thrill-
ing and feeling wonder now building.
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Band playing, guitars being strummed slowly, not
sounding so great, drummer beating his drums in-
discriminately, going faster than the guitars.
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Priceless movement now taking minds quickly and rapidly into
outer spaces of anticipated beauty while feeling an intensity
of an honest portray of life as it needs to be.
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Cantankerous rhythms playing insolently in pathways of contemplation
as mind and soul fill an interior spirituality of a lifetime in dark-
ness, awaiting upbeats of an ulterior system of notes.
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Sensing something happening below sounds of rhythms as they
soar and fly out into the atmosphere freely and at liberty
to do whatever they feel like in measures of chords.
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Mind clicking onto sounds of beautiful colors,
placing them innocently in depths of extra-
sensory perceptions.
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Evening started off in a song of drummer's beats, lazily enter-
taining the crowd here tonight, resisting stress of the day,
turning turmoil quickly into nothing.
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Rhythms taking channels of rivers, loving how they meander
along banks of different states, a wonderful and proper
way to enter and enjoy musical interludes.
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Shallow puddles in life, giving people a reason to splash
and have some childish fun, exploring interior images of
what our inner child is doing.
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