MYSTIC JAZZ

Doped the drop and now the path is purple skyline all the way. There is a hunger of the mind for that feast of sound being presented as a gift from heights unknown. The dawn will soon ravage these misused eyes and bring salvation to the body, which constantly aches from reality exhaustion. Feet are painted brown by the monsoon dirt surrounding buildings with leaking roofs. A spanish memory of a dream life wandering in California has concealed itself within the womb of imagination. Each crack of the bone releases the truth concerned with allowing twenty more years of hard drifting.

There is an echo of Jaffa slowed to perfection and the belt tightens around the mind. Grim moments produce uncertainty that will only command those moments, for the hunter on the high tide has now reached the shore. The city sleeps and is unable to dream the dream of daylight reality during waking hours. Words written before can now display a conscience trip made towards the outer limits of a mind that has been dipped in a pool of silence. Internal pain withholds comfort and so the body resists. The rhythm of mystic jazz aids in defusing the pain, so that when the eyes rest they may rest with no sudden movements.

Travels made have been travels delayed to the fortunes of restricted Time. Situate the senses to appear ready to shatter themselves upon the lost route of explanation. Underground resistance has built an exit for the truth cerium in the form of a zombie pill. Conflict holds little sway here an now. Wait to engage that dim light on the shrouded mountain in order to indulge in the essence of being calm. Outstretched and broken. What a world to be born into. The skills required to create art are learned through observing a day in silence. Silence from strangers and voices of friends, along with a silence from the Earth, which will tempt this tongue to speak of beauty.

Spanish love grows without scorn from other beasts of the land. Distant shores of unexplained creations by the surface of this planet are calling to the mind, screaming for a path to follow. A dark noise attempts, but will not succeed in distracting that song of spanish love. The mind is steady as this student of the Earth delves into the complex cave of understanding thought. So much is unlearned and yet there still is a need to compare life to Dreams. Questions break with the rising sun that is feeding on the once ruling night of nights. Slip beneath and grip the teeth to voice one last yell at the mist protecting that secure dream, which has become free to divide and conquer the mind.