When I don’t care for the thoughts of people,
the flamenco of my mind starts strumming,
finger bleeding expulsions,
and soul convulsions,
it doesn’t matter what notes I play,
they’re all love,
they’re all raw,
there is no score,
only flame score.
Unbound by laws,
only the dictates of fingers matter.
Bleed fingers, bleed.
Bleed deeper than arterial reds,
bleed deeper than vein blue,
bleed the trapped mourning,
the shades of hue.
Noise cancel,
voice cancel,
mind cancel,
all those cancers,
acid buffer….. It’s just love.
Drop you with the left liver shot you never see,
and pick you up with the right hand,
set you free,
let you be.
-W.E.
MUSIC BY ESTAS TONNE – THE SONG OF THE GOLDEN DRAGON
WORDS MINE
P.S. Turn off the lights, but watch the video, see his spirit make the music.
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