Freedom Sounds

I beat the batter head

sending messages 

between unity and no thing. 

hoops ring the rhythm 


I stand in my ancestors

I hear the blue.

I feel the flight of

the wings.




In front, I stand on

a dream to fly without wings

Walk in with out feet

See with out eyes

To hear with out the drum


I listen with freedom.


in a gray tunnel with red flashing lights

Cool in a Bottle