A black dog’s shadow
blocks the basement
I know from these lines
a song is welling.
And I’m writing in deep
silence lyric led
but Imma need ta belt this out
honor this gift
Songs are writing side by side
and laughing about it.
A quadrille to celebrate being in the right place at the right time as songs emerge.
His journalistic range, Black Thought expressed,
is a catalyst for change–for me, a big yes!
to all this live electricity streaming down
to find my ground. This is key:
finally sitting in my base
letting my body feel it for a change
open and available to mystery.
Don’t get frosty–the way I do,
all my chilled trauma places preventing you
from touching me, containing us
I could regale you with the stories
but why make a fuss. The energy
sets the stage: when a child cannot
express her rage, she goes inside
or finds a pen, crafting rhymes
to keep her hand in. Until today
excitement bounds in the deep
inner space that channels the sounds
from higher places
where we are round
integrated, safe and sound.
Inspired by: Stage, Frosty, Regale, Excitement, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “key“.
And the continuing inspiration of Black Thought Tariq Trotter’s freestyle
chops expertise utter brilliance. (An amazing interview on his process here.)