The Rebirth Of The Cool

in the beginning, 

God created the funk, and the cool

now, the coolness was chaotic, and without form 

and discord covered the face of the deep

and God said

let there be peace

sparkling like diamond

gentle as the ray of the sun

an interstellar drum

with a cosmic heartbeat

and yes, there was the blues

that blacker than 1,000 midnights blue

eternal blazon of endless nothing

that chasm between reason and dream

the place i call home

and the cool was with me

the cool was in me

the cool was me

the cool knew me

the way i know

my very own name

sweeter than the taste of fresh cut sugar cane

we walked the yellow brick paths

of each and every dimensional plane

i sing a song for the cool

that melodic thumping in my ears drums

that comforts me just before i fall asleep at night

the gentle tap taps on the outskirts of my slumber

that whisper sweet nothings of peace and light

i sing a song for the cool

boogalooing jazz hall droplets of sweat

that glisten on brows of every color men

the mutated mind emissions

of castrated time transmissions

searching for a light wave

a loose-leaf page

and a pen

i sing a song for the cool

a post-modern influx

where faith is a crutch

hobbling thru fears of the day

our passions grow slender

but children remember

life is what unfolds along the way

syncopated sound waves

that sparkle like a moon ray

seeking out river bank reflection

resonant and free

we struggle not to be

sissified by delusive introspection

before there was ever any such thing as a wino or a junkie

we were cool

before there was ever any such thing as homelessness or aids

we were cool

before there was ever any single parent homes or halfway houses

or so-called holy wars

we were cool

me, i sing a song for the cool