Deep  seated  Blues

This ugly colour, long lived – sung, can be cathartic.

Setting free destructive moods – escaping the harsh Artic

waste lands, as one births her voice – begins to sing

of all – their essence, their understanding - aloud, will bring

to this, sad, – lost in the history of your time -

wasted emotions traversing the pathways of this rhyme.

A song of cathartic notes, brings joy, a peaceful way

in which to begin life anew, start a brand new day.

 

To this world, coloured in blue, let us pray

that all the pain – created – will fade away,

making room for rays of sun light to shine,

to light up a path, a wealth of experience to mine,

– for gold, the brass ring – the freedom to find

the meaning this ode, this voice, that has told

to the sight of the listener, so she may unfold

and choose to take a much smother road.

B. J. “A” 2

April 9^th 2004