It makes it easier!!
Noo…no, naw. Nope!
It’s the confinement of illiterate hope that rocks the boat. There was no understanding above water
Didn’t know that possibility could float.
So I carried change in my pockets with permission to climb a pessimistic rope.
Noo…no, naw. Nope!
It was harder because my heart was soaked!
I tried to escape but pain infringed on my ability to befriend triumph.
Stumped, my big toe is now my enormous distraction, excuse me, I mean my excuse for not wanting to walk along the path of must haves. Half of this thing is my responsibility and yet deflecting regrets blurs the sight of visionary song birds
They sing in Harmony with the waves of Change…in my pocket that is!!!
Text copyright © 2014 by Marshall D. Goss Jr.
I’ve decided to share this morning!
Rhythm Of Silence!
Her Antics drew a crowd like the Night Watch -Rembrandt. Her posted at the front door like a seasoned club bouncer asking where I beeen at-Sheesh! I’m astonished by the direct attempt to shake, not stir my emotional sovereignty. Attempting to remain civilized-Gettysburg-I Addressed her crooked smile in defense. What do you mean where I beeeen? Thinking to myself, if this sword was a pen I’d sever ties with her make believe lies to defend my honor. Now considering all points valid, I count my blessings and move beyond her theory of negligence. But I won’t pretend that her insecurity has no relevance. Derelict-we are talking about how I was feeling, she only gave first glance at the presence of sincerity.
So those cold shoulders led me outside to paint raindrops to match the moods of my misfortune. Blues like Coltrane and Ellington-Sentimental tears of anger whispering beneath the contour of my eyes. Red defines my discretion, expressions don’t lie. Yet every drop of moisture is a surprise internally. While Sincere motives of emotional reasons saturate my external rhymes.
I found Jazz one day, but long after ignorance’s first stanza! It trickled possibility through heart felt melodic remedies along the ivory keys to ebony’s over standing of Loves mishaps. Two snaps as the baseline navigates and the beat breaks…
I’ve taken offense to giggles intent so I ask while you catch groove that you don’t smile on this…Rhythm of silence!
Written by Marshall Goss Jr.
Text Copyright © 2013 by Marshall D Goss Jr.
Mysterious is the mind, Intuitive is the heart. Sincere is the soul…Life is the structure, now create your Master Peace!
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.
We have all experienced adverse situations in our lives at some point. The key for me has always been the ability to find the good in the lesson that presents itself. Today is Friday, seek opportunities that reward you with a peace of mind so that you may be reenergized. Take 2 to 3 minutes out of your day and find a quiet spot and breathe deep. Take care of self!