A new painting already exists, in my mind's eye, for this new poem. It's already finished in my head. It just hasn't been executed yet on a physical canvas. Likewise, I'm feeling the pull, to go into the recording studio with the trumpet.
This one is sparking me back to my bebop jazz roots. I 'd like to put something together with poetic narration supported by an acoustic jazz quartet.
The Fiber Of A Thought
This one is sparking me back to my bebop jazz roots. I 'd like to put something together with poetic narration supported by an acoustic jazz quartet.
we all know the importance
of having fiber
in the diet.
the fiber acts as
an intestinal broom,
sweeping tummy's
discomforting gloom.
when gases press in
with no more room,
that's why we reach for
an intestinal broom.
so, fiber in the diet
keeps tummy
very, very quiet.
but what happens when
the brain
is under attack
and thinking thoughts that
are so black?
how do we tinker
with gas in our thinker?
for what, oh Lord,
do we reach?
can someone pass
the brain bleach?
please God, please,
deliver a speech!
it's the fiber of a thought
a thing so rarely taught.
of highest caliber
this Godly fiber
intermeshed and
intertwined
from God alone,
it's so designed
as rescue plan
for us to stand.
it's holy relief for
humankind's mind.
the mind of Christ
is hidden in a helmet,
preventing me
from hellish plummet.
donning this cap
provides the fix.
so read more about it
in ephesians six.
of what great value,
this mind of Christ.
one might deem
this find high-priced
the brooming fibrous thoughts
of my God's mind,
what better answer
to bring unwind
to dark usurps
and devilish burps.
praise Jesus for this
brainy bromo seltzer -
His way to cover
my thoughts
with a shelter,
from a barrage of the
whispering devious,
to delete dark out -
going back to the previous.
- Tony Mujica © 2011
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