Joseph M Donatelli

A bow pulled actoss the strings of a violin
In a movement practiced so naturally
Repeatedly the musician flows freely
Eyes rolled back in measured ecstasy
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Im still sitting here after all these years
Wonder fills me as another question nears
Before it reaches me I foresee the stear
The answer lies somewhere deap in here
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Evaporating ice and snow is disappearing
Yellow daffodils their glowing faces opening
Rise from wet brown mud of winters leaving
The sun is higher and brighter each morning
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Those who fearfully cloak themselves
In dark gray suites of normalcy
Point their fingers at those of us
Who creatively stand out fearlessly
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After a bright night of rightful thinking
On the way life could be if men were seeing
It's his nature to be buddy mentoring
Strong man masculinity isent threatening
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When the time has come to know
What makes the difference go so
Between real and imagined flow
The only answers found are no
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She likes to see me dressed in blue
She like to see me dressed in black
She likes to see me dressed in gray
What colors shall I wear today
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Sanity insanity the conscious mind
Is preoccupied with present time
With I needs and I perceives and
Rarely grips it's reality insanity flips
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I remember when I truly didn't know
What made my child mind glow so
I started at four wasn't a pro although
I should have known by then not to show
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So how we see the wind explains
How flowing feelings from the yester-mind
Find subconscious outlets lost in time
And sliping through these long forgotten seams
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Considering this steel trap memory
That goes back to my fourth birthday
I can say clearly I remember futures past
Living among the collected futures past
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It came to me
As most strokes of genus come
As dream stuff
On a hyperactive run
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For every if not Longer the hesitant gather
Together to harvest bushels of never
Finding no controversies whatsoever
Filling the larder with mabey forevers
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Bright angelic faces flow appear
From out of spirit where
Silent singing floating orbs compose
Lolling round my dark bedroom amused
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Among the most amazing things
That came before me on a string
Another round of subconscious being
Finds meaning in streaming dreaming
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I could close my mouth forever
Tightening the chains that bind it
And idiots empty would be less for it
No word no sign to guide their stumbling
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Lessons learned and learned again
Round and round and round and
Seasons turn and turn and then
I find myself at 29 a man of reason
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Around the black glass oaks
Withered branch sticks glitter
Ice shuddering glass winds stutter
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Numbers factors that limit us
Now measured a thing tethered
To the limits of its parameters
Once we know all that matters
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