He thought long and hard

Before he turned in his card

Made the decision to move

A place to accept his groove

Where would they front

A beast such as he

Loving such pain

And misery

Music no longer

Topping the charts

That longing in his soul

To Funk-ify the arts

The message he wanted

So to send

Was exactly the one

They would condemn

So he danced and sang

Man without country or

Company

Off the charts

Off the radar

Stranded in a place

In time

Perhaps a legend

In his own mind

But the Music

Blazed a trail

Of Fire

To advance

His Desire

To set

The crowd ablaze

And in the

Preternatural haze

Time ceased to exist

The crowd couldn't resist

Temptation

Expectation

Drowning in

Soul revelation

Penetration of

Music and mind

Set to capture

Mood of one kind

Revival, he found

Finally

One sound

Was his salvation...

Reclamation

Of the legacy

Hope bound

In a trunk...

Rekindled

And sanctified

At the sacred

Altar of Funk

[Edited 8/30/11 1:09am]

Yaas for that poem.

Funk is definitley a sound non-controlled, cannot be altered or be mis-used..either it is funky..or it isnt...and only those who know the funk and hear the funk.

purplethunder3121 said:

He thought long and hard

Before he turned in his card

Made the decision to move

A place to accept his groove

Where would they front

A beast such as he

Loving such pain

And misery

Music no longer

Topping the charts

That longing in his soul

To Funk-ify the arts

The message he wanted

So to send

Was exactly the one

They would condemn

So he danced and sang

Man without country or

Company

Off the charts

Off the radar

Stranded in a place

In time

Perhaps a legend

In his own mind

But the Music

Blazed a trail

Of Fire

To advance

His Desire

To set

The crowd ablaze

And in the

Preternatural haze

Time ceased to exist

The crowd couldn't resist

Temptation

Expectation

Drowning in

Soul revelation

Penetration of

Music and mind

Set to capture

Mood of one kind

Revival, he found

Finally

One sound

Was his salvation...

Reclamation

Of the legacy

Hope bound

In a trunk...

Rekindled

And sanctified

At the sacred

Altar of Funk

[Edited 8/30/11 1:09am]

very good!

paisleypark4 said:

Yaas for that poem.

Funk is definitley a sound non-controlled, cannot be altered or be mis-used..either it is funky..or it isnt...and only those who know the funk and hear the funk.

Thanks. So glad the sentiment spoke to you. Amen for the funk.