Melodic Purpose

Never does the voice not discipline itself to project a sound without reasoning first with the heart; the two are lovely companions.   A muttered sound is enough to uncover the simple truth which is infallible: An eloquent moment is created when speech is profound, intelligible and sincere

Even the smallest of creatures have a voice - which when cast into the cosmos, creates a discerning ripple effect between here and there.  Melodic twists of vernacular have unyielding tempo if one is not ready to accept and define the root cause or source.  Acceptance is key when it is heard...relinquish all prejudgements, precursors and sentiments if the senses can not discern between truth and the everlasting lie

I once heard a mockingbird say that it flies from place to place just because. Or was there purpose behind those words?  Maybe it was sarcasm as I was not ready to understand its true intent.

So, once again I say...if you are not ready to really listen, then dare not stumble down the yellow brick road of conscious expression because it requires temperament and patience

A wise man once asked "Are you listening or did you simply hear"?  Dare not ask the difference for that would be futile and the fleeting moment will surely pass you by....once again

Sound mirrors action.  Action mirrors time.  Time mirrors everything.  Everything is omnipotent

For those confused by the prose, sit back and relax.  Those who understand, take my hand and join me on the celestial journey that has brought us to this place...together

Would you rather listen or would you rather hear?  Listening is like swallowing the red pill...total consumption of knowledge, truth, life, purpose and vigor.  Hearing is like the blue pill...facades, unwarranted accolades, purposeful stagnancy, lackluster beauty and beautiful lies

As for me, I love the sound of speech as it approaches.  Daring me to embrace it and not let go..comparable to that double dog dare once realized in youth.   My soapbox may not be the strongest but it is unfaltering and does not give way to weakened and wanton abuse of those who have overly consumed blue pills....if you do not remember....read the previous verse...you must be cursed

All day the sound permeates me.  It calls to me like a banshee about to take that last breath from the one she has locked in her cross-hairs.  My sound can drown out even the worst.  I am not ready to...just relax.  I want to stand upon the podium with my fist held high and my head arched down exemplifying dramatic excellence

That's who and what I am......Sound