Jeezuz him say, man, love all thy fellow rappers

t’ain’t the words but the sound behind ’em;so keep ’em goin’, cuz i knows yer can…

I’ll picture mine, you picture yours –champagne bubbling in the blood and in the mind,hopes and possibilities flooding freshly in..but a spring mid-afternoon… like today, like now:a subtle balance of the elements;the sunlight bathes the room, but gently,with its promise; yet,there’s a timeless peace with itthat’s like a life surveyed; yetfree of thought, of comparison,…

that stops me in my tracks –picking out the teatime plate which-since I’m one of those who motivate themselvesby the ‘reward’ system –twenty minutes of gardeninghave made all the sweeter:a slice of soda bread, warmfrom baking just two hours ago;spread with crumbly-textured home-made cream cheese(got it right this time, as much by accident) ,and spread…

two lovers whose whole air of innocencemakes them angelic, as if their ardent gazejoined souls not bodies;though those bodies, beautiful, transparent,she all gauze, her dressmoved by the lightest breath of air as if it wouldreturn her to the air; her breasts, to innocence itself;he, every muscle of proud chest under pleated jerkinjoining his dancing legs…

opens its mouth, fixes me with a watery eye;a moment when we can exchange silent thoughts,about whether it’s better to be confinedin a tank, but free of all possessions,compared with the freedom to acquireso many possessions; or which of usdislikes the more, a dentist’s waiting room..nod and smile to know we both sharethat joke about…

cut and bruised; but strong; our only dreamreturn to source; no thought save source of thought;and in that fight, our iron age turns to bronze,and we to heroes, in a war of soul,as nature seeks the nature it had once;though wholly lost, remembering the whole.We silver salmon, sparkling as the sunshines on our fierce and…