iTs aLL JaZz tO Me...

i don't listen to music much      
normally consumed by my own thoughts      
that most interesting radio playing in my head      
     
modern day hip-hop makes me noxious      
supposed to be Grown men bragging and boasting      
about how they look.. what they got..and how well they are paid..      
     
i guess i'd be more interested if...      
..hmmmm.....let me think.. what could do it..      
.....yeah that's it....      
.......maybe if i were gay..      
       
...buuuuut.....      
     
since i'm not.. why would i give a fuck?..      
what you have.. who you are.. and what you do?      
i's a 'GROWNASSMAN'.. watching the world go up in smoke..      
......so when i choose to employ the likes of music......      
...i wish simply to be entertained...      
     
like the sultry whispers of a Sade.. mmm.mm.m...      
     
damn.. didn't even mean to take yall there..      
     
i apologize.. lemme start over..      
     
JaZz..      
     
yeah.. the reason i'm writing this damn poem..      
     
today i tuned in on a station called Real Jazz      
its been a minute since i have had time to sit back and relax      
just chill by my lonesome..      
in my own place..my own zone..      
and as i listened i remembered a few thoughts long forgotten..      
     
..to me music is not an expression..      
as much as its about different vibes connecting..      
like making love..      
its a dance for no less than two....      
...even a singer performing a cappella must dance with the vocal chords they have been blessed with..      
     
yes.. that makes it a dance for one and all..      
     
not to downplay one's expression..      
but like with this rap shii..      
you see how quickly expression can get reckless..      
and take you in directions that have nothing to do with a dance or making love..      
     
whether happy or sad..      
a player and an instrument have to dance..      
and on this accord beauty and melody are conveyed..      
you know if the tune is giddy or witty..      
......sad or even dreary..      
without having to explain..      
who they are..      
what they do..      
caring even less for gain or fame.....      
     
maybe im out of touch just a bit..      
but in my heart i entertain for the love of it...      
wouldn't ever stop it if i could or even should..      
     
i dance with my pen.. my keys... my words.. my dreams..      
     
placing love in each note. whether spoken or wrote...      
 
Papa once said...  
..if properly built..when on water a boat will float..      
 
but in the end...      
     
.......it's all JaZz to me.....      
     
     
8^/ RH Pepperssss....