let them heal with time
feel the music,
set spirits free ….
catchy tunes are medicine
a caged door
is meant to be open,
bust it down
with vigorous enthusiasm
in rhythm along ocean tides
splashing among shorelines
much more than borderless
land banned from coexistence
surf and turf platters will abide
as tartar sauce meets barbecue ….
where one becomes two
not just a few.
as my lids say,
” open sesame ”
a snowstorm sheds purple flakes
into the cereal bowl that provides traction
to go toboganning down mountains,
across frozen ponds and through hot lava
that just loves to melt
doing this for fun therapy
and because i want to
my eyes are wide shut
as they see beautiful carnival rides ….
if you don’t like the same kind of music
or enjoy similar kind of movies
or have any sort of sense of humor ….
then you are absolutely
correct in your presumption
that we really don’t have anything in common
as much as there should be to sing along together
in harmonious fashion
and that is just the way it is
Native American Rock and Roll collaborates with Gospel Soul ….