[BLUE NOTES ON A KEYBOARD IN JULY]
THE MUSIC...SO DIFFERENT AS TO BE...WELL... DIFFERENT...
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Somewhere a seed grows in a queen.
Roots that reach into the soul of all things.
A future king... a future queen.
Somewhere a king carries a seed.
Foundations and walls that enclose mentalities.
Warrior knowledge supreme topples steel and stone.
As we float in this space on this ship of allahs construction.
Time unravels in a winding pattern that gently flows.
War rages for a day, peace for a moment.
The smell of ozone so fresh after a summer rain.
Thunder and lightning as they rage.
The moon rises and the tides of man are high and low.
We who die so softly on the notes of this life.
As the storm roars on in full force.
The blood that flows in our veins, flows into gutters and drains.
Amniotic fluid in a womb where an embryo lies in suspension.
Power to bring peace to the world.
Behold...
Behold.
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