WRITTEN IN THE PARK

1) Whatever, a statement of indifference
Alienated from the strange clouds wafting in the air.
Tarnishing floral smells & BBQ's that swell the senses.
Ever annoying the mind & starting the creative flow of what
I know.
Relax, it all comes to an end as the pen begins to go.

2) Tranquilty as the vibe of mystic jazz envelopes the soul.
As Ivory tones displace itself against a groove beat. It
makes sense to mad men & wise guys. The people gather to
uplift the spirit. Increased in numbers we find that
energies mesh & meld to find a greater spirit.


 "Rip this page" referecened book
4) If I planted my heart what would grow?
A wise ol soul. Yet a child yearning to grow.
A mentor to the ailing & faithful when failing.
A strong & gentle father.
A brave & courageous husband.
A risk taker that would learn as he'd go.
A lyricist who'd long for a world of love.
For the arteries would reach the great mother's core.
Inflicting pain on those who seem to just want to pick at
the sore.
Chemicals from my leaves would no doubt infect those that
where lost & about.
    Finding homes in all hearts regardless of who or what
they are.
In it's universal beat, tantric rythems  would shed its
waves & wild moods.
          Free dance
               Free words
                   Poetry in its full blossom.
This is what would grow if the soul of who I am could be
planted.