The Wind
Okay, watch the video, read the
poem, the watch the music video again.
Well actually do whatever you want.
Anyone new checking this out, I thought you might enjoy.
Music: The Wind: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9hZ9GTRcTo&feature=related
Hidden silence in the clapping
hands
Uneasy hesitant hope.
1976
An age when many Americans felt the
world
Was simply too much.
Teetering pax-americanus
Caught in the turbulence of Asian
fields, still inebriated
In ghosts of American blood
While at home
Messiah’s roam-
ed false promise of peace precipitated
Loki incarnate
A bicentennial mockery where
Taxi driver screams
From celluloid screens
“You lookin’ at me? Well I’m the only one here.”
Regardless
Before the muddled mass
The bard began
Alone
Cryptic smile obscures closed eyes
question
He knows his audience will listen…
but will they hear?
Who is he singing for?
Though burdensome philosophy,
lyrics made light
Though
They might
Only fall far below
Optimistic stoicism on the power
Yet hidden eyes reveal
That the lyricist
Was listening
Furious for
The wind of his own soul
An essence fatigued by continual
chase
Holding on to a racing radiance
To reassure, refresh, renew, and
revive on this night
To dress his fiction
So this audience would hopefully
hear
Hope
Urgency vocalized in a rushed
desperation for
Disconnected union
Olive fingers fevered yet gentle slide
Passionate caress along the neck
Of the guitar
Sliding strings
Gentle dreams
Keep the fire for forward step
And where will he end up?
Where will he take his audience?
It all depends
On the wind
For only God really knows.
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