The soothing comfort of music lights my soul and welcomes my spirit to that oasis, that safe house to all those that are hounded, pursued, tracked down, and mercilessly subverted to the will of others and even eternal voices that have exonerated something totally unknown to us, ourselves, we as individuals and we a people!

Just the task of making it That arriving at the end of The day that acquieses to night That sigh, that release of air Breath that loses its weight and Finds short rejuvenating respite No easy task for any of us no Matter how blessed we may think We are yet we are all the same seed The same apple that sprout the spread The growing the journee standing or On our knees we suffer the life of Being and doing without outer or inner Influencers overt and subvert, pervert, Assert must we our will our work our Selves that we have been banned from As that would be a danger to others That might take it upon themselves to Control our very beings for their pay