You ever feel the bluez?
Do you ever feel the bluez??
And I mean the real bluez.
I have been a guest
many times'¦'¦.
at dinner parties,
cocktails parties,
village festivities,
on a boat,
even in cars.
Often starting merry and pleasant,
mingling, exchanging pleasantries and compliments.
as you start to get a handle of where you are
I mean living in the moment
your feet almost suddenly
swept off the ground by a monsoon.
That bad air'¦that really bad air..Ooh,
you can smell it from afar
since you have been there before.
this time you purpose
to handle it with dignity.
As the wind blows'¦
you can see increasing rage in its face,
that heightened stinking pride,
The anger in its face can melt towering giants.
As you face it, your stomach is engulfed
by fire '¦.and I mean all of a sudden.
Though you feel the butterflies rumbling
you determine to keep a straight face,
as if to defy the strength of the monsoon.
Being human you are drugged on that path..
the path so common to us'¦oh yeah,
I know.
And if you have been caught in a like monsoon before
you can testify.
As it rages with fully
it shakes you to your very foundation
and before it takes you down it's junk depository site
a place it knows so well, determine within you
to go down with dignity
whatever that may be.
But the human within boils up,
with almost equal fully to challenge the aggressor.
but deep inside you b..e..g..i..n to realise
the raging monsoon could be stronger
than you are prepared for,
yet a cowardice path is not an option.
You have lived through the blues before,
have danced with your feet heavy on the ground,
but as a way of survival you determine to keep hope alive,
for yet another day'¦and indeed
all monsoons at one point loose power
and the bluez turn into a song.

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