Power at the fingertips

Do they know what came first- the Rhythm or the Blues? Well I learned to walk before I learned to talk, so I guess I learned to stomp before I learned to shout.
So then the first instrument was a drum and not the voice?

Was it more from breathing or beating?

you got the drum all wrong, though. The beat is innocent its like a circle. it's pure. the blues shoes up when you try to make things go places that probably don't even exist.

Fire was peaceful before people started using it to burn each others' roofs down, and melt people's faces off, and roast sinners on sticks. Before it was just to cook dinner. And fire was so polite it even made sure to lick its lips without making any noise really. And it would always go to bed.

Water sounds peaceful but only if you haven't ever seen a person drown.


But does rhythm know blues? Rhythm just wants to go, it doesn't have eyes to know here or know there. Rhythm doesn't ask, "Where?"
Ask blues about directions; Blues always worries about where it's going and where it's been.

Ask the mallet about the timpani. They're not friends, though. Not since Timpani got mallet thrown in jail for domestic abuse.

Well ask the big bass drum; they said you gotta hit it so it's, "felt but not heard."

did you have a soul before you had shoes?
did I have a voice before I had shoes?

like a mallet to a big bass drum
"felt but not heard"

who knows the bass drum better than the snare
that rat a tat tat




the power at my fingertips
drips
what goes up must come down
like the faucet didn't get a grip

supple wrists
the balance in just a subtle twist
makes me thirst


tere ke te
like the cracking of a whip - - - !

dha dhin dhin dha
dha dhin dhin dha
na thin thin na
dha dhin dhin dha

Voices

Young man with a cane

broken back

shattered

heel. 

Freeway bridge gives

whistling

promises

of

freedom

from

walking

down 

stairways

that

never 

end. 

Pavement

too forgiving

to return

the exhausted

to the land

from where the

angels

call. 

Young man with a cane

broken back

shattered

heel. 

Funny Valentines -no wife was a trophy

What can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's. 

My woman warrior

well-mannered or wicked,

depending on your audience,

whether respectable or dickheads.

The latter is attracted to you

it seems, on your crusade,

to give voice to the just and logical,

in your own way, unafraid. 

On twitter and facebook

and even wordpress,

your erudite speeches flow out

as if only caressed

Responsible and caring,

helping all your friends and family,

always listening to your boyfriend,

whether on guitar or just rambling.

Staying up all night to talk,

(or is it for the memes?)

Answering my calls early mornings,

to tell me about your dreams

These distances that divide us,

Are physical and real,

but these moments that unite us,

still lay naked how we feel.

When a camera is as close

to kissing you as I'll get,

I better get a haircut soon,

I better look my best.

But I know our love is beyond

mere appearances.

Greater than 8,000 miles

Including past and future tenses.

Whatever lies before us

is bound to exceed the past.

I hope you'll always love me.

I hope you'll be my last.

RA, RA ra ra r

You've been too good to me,

my woman warrior,

for all the world to see. 

Love, 

manas

What can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's. 

My woman warrior

well-mannered or wicked,

depending on your audience,

whether respectable or dickheads.

The latter is attracted to you

it seems, on your crusade,

to give voice to the just and logical,

in your own way, unafraid. 

On twitter and facebook

and even wordpress,

your erudite speeches flow out

as if only caressed

Responsible and caring,

helping all your friends and family,

always listening to your boyfriend,

whether on guitar or just rambling.

Staying up all night to talk,

(or is it for the memes?)

Answering my calls early mornings,

to tell me about your dreams

These distances that divide us,

Are physical and real,

but these moments that unite us,

still lay naked how we feel.

When a camera is as close

to kissing you as I'll get,

I better get a haircut soon,

I better look my best.

But I know our love is beyond

mere appearances.

Greater than 8,000 miles

Including past and future tenses.

Whatever lies before us

is bound to exceed the past.

I hope you'll always love me.

I hope you'll be my last.

Raa rwaaar Rwaaar RA

You've been too good to me,

my woman warrior,

for all the world to see. 

Love, 

manas