~BLUEPRINT~
01-27-2005, 05:16 PM
http://slumz.boxden.com/showthread.php?t=166619
Ignorance is Bliss
Every dawn,
My wing tipped shoes knock against the dew saturated concrete
Suitcase beared in grasp
I remain systematic in my routines,
In this political shaped, economic fed world,
Yet, I allow myself to experience this soothing harmonic echoing
Coming from a few blocks down.
His rusted saxophone yawns the same tunes,
With a few scattered coins rested at his feet.
His stale gray hair warrants ring worms
And his jagged beard yearns for a clean shave
But his harmonic array illustrates
A happiness his unsanitary demeanor couldn’t portray.
Planted above the cracked cement
He stands prominent in his rugged attire
Relaying a symphony the passing corporate America is oblivious to
And business moguls shun him with ignorance
Illustrating their true colors.
Yet, he continues to wail illustrious notes
Even though some may not comprehend
The meaning behind his orchestrated jazz,
His fingers drum notes along this instrument
With the same motivation that contrives him
To amplify such beautiful noise
Everyday.
He remains driven by this God given talent,
As his soulful breaths bring life to the
Contemporary, traditional ignorant traffic horns
Drowned by the cell phone riddled environment.
Even still he isolates his mind from the current state
And indulges in his horn.
So I continue my restless pursuit to work every morning
And confide in this arresting sound
As he doesn’t ask for money
But accepts the scant donations that sit uncollected
Because his heart doesn’t prize on money,
For his only love resides in MUSIC…….
Ignorance is Bliss
Every dawn,
My wing tipped shoes knock against the dew saturated concrete
Suitcase beared in grasp
I remain systematic in my routines,
In this political shaped, economic fed world,
Yet, I allow myself to experience this soothing harmonic echoing
Coming from a few blocks down.
His rusted saxophone yawns the same tunes,
With a few scattered coins rested at his feet.
His stale gray hair warrants ring worms
And his jagged beard yearns for a clean shave
But his harmonic array illustrates
A happiness his unsanitary demeanor couldn’t portray.
Planted above the cracked cement
He stands prominent in his rugged attire
Relaying a symphony the passing corporate America is oblivious to
And business moguls shun him with ignorance
Illustrating their true colors.
Yet, he continues to wail illustrious notes
Even though some may not comprehend
The meaning behind his orchestrated jazz,
His fingers drum notes along this instrument
With the same motivation that contrives him
To amplify such beautiful noise
Everyday.
He remains driven by this God given talent,
As his soulful breaths bring life to the
Contemporary, traditional ignorant traffic horns
Drowned by the cell phone riddled environment.
Even still he isolates his mind from the current state
And indulges in his horn.
So I continue my restless pursuit to work every morning
And confide in this arresting sound
As he doesn’t ask for money
But accepts the scant donations that sit uncollected
Because his heart doesn’t prize on money,
For his only love resides in MUSIC…….