04-24-2021, 09:43 PM
This new dawn I hope to soak in the love.
Of what it means to live in the moment of day.
I smoke my long cigarette and smelling my scotch. savor?
As the dreadful night that comes unveiling,
The argument of the shadow and light.
Stabs my eyes from the orange streetlights.
There is a sensation in my heart, I hear Jazz,
I hear the sound of saxophones and percussion.
Then I continue to sit on my chair and wait,
For the dawn to give me a lick of morning light.
I cannot stand the streetlight glinting through the window.
I cannot stand the night which darkens the sky.
But Jazz will drive me to become a better man.
I meditate on the philosophy on the genre.
Then I take time to remember what it means,
To live and breathe the genre in my lungs.
This is a good ending but would be better if you describe your mediations on jazz; how does it give you hope; what kind of jazz; what does it mean to you?
Of what it means to live in the moment of day.
I smoke my long cigarette and smelling my scotch. savor?
As the dreadful night that comes unveiling,
The argument of the shadow and light.
Stabs my eyes from the orange streetlights.
There is a sensation in my heart, I hear Jazz,
I hear the sound of saxophones and percussion.
Then I continue to sit on my chair and wait,
For the dawn to give me a lick of morning light.
I cannot stand the streetlight glinting through the window.
I cannot stand the night which darkens the sky.
But Jazz will drive me to become a better man.
I meditate on the philosophy on the genre.
Then I take time to remember what it means,
To live and breathe the genre in my lungs.
This is a good ending but would be better if you describe your mediations on jazz; how does it give you hope; what kind of jazz; what does it mean to you?