Month: August 2012

Nothing is Warmer Than a Jazz Night in January

Nothing is Warmer Than a Jazz Night in January Sixty little pushes of energy,resonating humming timbre,skate across the icy open.Mahogany piano counter topof diced notes and chopped chords isaccompanied, decorated by the C-sharp cracklingreverb of one virgin ice cube, swimming in Jamesonlike echoing audience snapping fingers to a wine barjazz tune. Amber light reflects off salmon walls, andthe…

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"Acoustic…"

Acousticguitar notes tricklingdown the perfect movement, for the perfect movie,for the well-timed kiss.However, gulping in the minutestoward a disillusioned realityis inevitable. This is as much Romanticism you’ll experience at a bar.The rest is suffocated bythe breathing down your neck,the stifling heat vomited by the lights. The movement of sudden imagination.The wandering eyes.The synchronous gaze. You’re looking…

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"At a park…"

At a park… They walk,and it’s really that simple;footsteps providing the percussionas their words harmonize melody,flowing, not skippinga beat. A child plays airplane,or perhapstilt-and-whirlwith her aunt.Her blond hair pressesagainst her face and into her mouth.Cries of joy.Tears of laughter. The silhouette against the limelightemits puffs of smoke,branching out and icing the above limbs.His eyes drift,sway,…

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"Stress of the trigger finger"

Stress of the trigger finger pressing upon the button of the flashlight             shows the way, reveals clarity              and existence. In the realm of Dante’s woods,             no matter what light may be,             it’s ever dark. There is only one path,             one option,             no other way around it. Standing still in…

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"Cue in the decadant snowfall"

Cue in the decadent snowfall—             those flakes falling,                         cascading, weaving                                     into a blanket                                                             soon enough.             Bring forth a side dish of clean guitar—                                     tender tone elegantly played.             along side a metronome                         of pitter-patter echoing                         from the snow toe tapping upon                                                 the pavement. It’s a romantic…

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