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| Subject: A Long Poem about The Dance Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:57 pm | |
| The Dance and The Song by Wildove
Erase those unspoken words Remove the pages of those unopened books Stop looking at things you cannot see Do just the reverse Sing the chorus first Adding yet another verse to The Refrain The Universe made for us to sing Makes for a pretty long song When every life on earth Is a different verse But we're not expected to sing all the other verses Just the one we created ourselves Terse with gusto perhaps But not with bitterness and hate Sweet but not sappy Soft allegro in parts Loud and rambunctious in others Just singing it from hearts in unison Keeps the crowds happy
That's Art!
What about all these complex harmonies We're supposed to master These strains on the corded instruments Accompanying all The Master Musicians and Singers Faster and faster More than the Stage can uphold The Orchestration in need of adjustments When singers who're still stuck on sentences With the words still clinging to the page Are willing to stand-up And sing their hearts out anyway Regardless if they can't remember Where they should start and end Who said we're Supposed to finish pause or stop? Or whether our small little part fits in harmoniously or not? Who said we have to memorize even one single bit of The Song? Who said we have to wait until our part comes along? Just keep on Singing The Song Sacred Living creates The Angels told me to say to you The Chorus is still in the background Always singing with the same words Always the same chords Never running behind never late The Master Choreographer of Fate tells me The Chorus gets repeated for us every time By The Angels in The Morning Light Throughout the whole day and night long The True Chorus Line-up implores The Meaning of Life-words Whether they rhyme or not You see The Harmonies of The Dance we call Life are already in place They're built into every Race Sung on every rung Of every Ladder in Every Space Climbing up to Every Heaven The Choreographer, The Librettist, The Dancer, All the members of The Orchestra Simply have to put down the librettas and compositions written on Paper Using Trails of a dedicated life instead If we want to get to the place where we can Erase our addiction to the memorization process of doctrine and Verse of The Heavenly Song of Our Own Creation-ness.
Stepping up to The Divine Plate Stepping up to The Microphone And start singing! Get back on stage and start dancing! Sharing The Rulership of Earth together In a kingdom where there's no sibling rivalry among its child actors Where no one sits alone! Guess what? WE are The Children The Play requires Why don't we stop squabbling and just start singing the same song Sitting tight in the same room the angels of the sky do. Its called The Changing Room. (Some call it home: Our Dear Mother Earth) Help is embedded in The Dancer, and all the people Behind the scenes he has to create Its not his or her costume, the scene change, Or the Stand-ins needed at times.
Even the props must change. It's always The Master Choreographer who keeps the words, the song and the dancers in line though. The Show Must go on.... Aho! Aho! | |
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