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I am the one
I am
I am the one
The one who placed his hand upon her golden temple
And used it as a turntable
So I could spin
Love

I am the one who’s
Metaphors poured
Until her water rained
Drops of resonance upon the floor

I am the one who gave birth to music
Resonating vibrations until I was
The father of music
My child would be born of music

Sliding down vaginal canals
With a guitar in one hand and
Drum sticks in the other
Beating 2 against 3
Triplets of orgasmic melodies
While strumming g chords

I will sit the child on mars
So that he may learn the tempo of the sun
While crying the blues of the moon
And he will catch glimpses of punk star galaxies
Riding coattails of country’s sea of tranquility
break-in to
Turbo and Ozone
And he will stop his heart
So he may hear the hip-hop beats of
The mother earth Region

While other children
Were playing with transformers
My kid was transforming beats
It’s more than meets the eye
And his eye
Grows exponential-I
Faster than you or I
Faster than the wind
Who reaches what is already here
As he is already here

But they will label my sun
A musician
And they will spoon-feed him beats
Until he regurgitates Beethoven
He will be called the prodigal son of Dvorak
New world symphony soldier
Carrying ivory keys of Art Tatum
While secretly horn – or – ring Miles Davis
The true pied piper
Not R. Kelly

But they will label my son
A
“Musician”

And he will be the one to devirginize space
Simply to calculate the depth of darkness
While holding the hand of high society
Simply to calculate the brightness of
Ignorance

And they will try to force my son
To love their music
And they will hang his cross
Beside Jesus
And he will learn to loop
The beats of dripping blood
To the tempo of the sun
Summoning earthquake bass rifts
And breaking bones of
Turbo and Ozone
He lullabies his life poem
The messiah of Music
Will
Die
And
Resurrect
The good
Of
Music

- Tim “Shinny” Gauss ©2007