Loneliness
"Green is the color you feel when you are relaxing," I tell you
"Really?" You ask.
"Yes, have you felt it before?" I ask.
"Oh yes, all the time,"
"Blue is the color of happiness," I tell you.
"Realy?" You ask.
"Yes, have you felt it before?" I ask.
"Oh yes, all the time,"
"Black is the color of anger," I tell you.
"Really?" You ask.
"Yes, have you felt it before?" I ask.
"Oh yes, all the time,"
"Orange is the color of confusion," I tell you.
"Really?' You ask.
"Yes, have you ever felt it?" I ask.
"Oh yes, all the time,"
"Red is the color of love," I tell you
"Really?" You ask.
"Yes, have you ever felt it?" I ask.
"Oh yes, all the time,"
"Grey is the color of loneliness," I tell you.
"Really?" You ask.
"Yes, have you ever felt it?" I ask you.
"Yes, ALL THE TIME,"
gold
for the longest time
I wasn't good.
I was lost in a haze,
no one understood.
I know I sound angsty
I know I sound sad
But sit down and listen
This isn't about about my past.
Have you seen me recently?
The way that I look?
Have you seen me daily?
I'm an open book.
My eyes shine like oceans
My cheeks are blushed pink
Is it because you're gone?
That's what I think.
You are not here for me
Maybe you never were
But I feel much better now
100%
Yes I'm sure.
Please stay away.
Please don't turn back,
Without you I feel Yellow now,
Instead of only black.
Miles, Mingus, Coleman, Dave
Jazz.
12 notes.
Mebbe a dozen.
Shapes. Strains. Stresses. Chains.
Baa-daa, taa-taa-taa, bop, dee-bop. Sssssssss ...
Stop.
Birthed from oppression—suppression.
(Racism. Whites only. Segregation.)
Notes.
Smooth refrains from horns; zippy skiffs from drums.
Bass strings lovingly tapped by dancing blistered fingers.
Ridiculous sticks—slick & meticulous.
1959.
Miles & miles. “Kind of Blue.”
Dave Brubeck, “Time Out”; Charles Mingus, “Mingus Ah Um.”
Ornette Coleman, “The Shape of Jazz to Come.”
Jazz.
12 notes.
Mebbe more.
Super-cool players who knew the score.