anitalorrainemoore

Musician devoted to Justice, Creativity, and Courage


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Soul Mirrors

I never knew I’d ever know

A soul who shone like the sun on fresh snow

A sparkle, some darkness, some light,

a shimmer in the eye of a mother doe

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Memories of you I’ve always known

Don’t know what to make of this newborn revelation

Down inside it shakes a growing infatuation

Haunts of a recognition, a relation, a soul reflection and negotiation

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I want to see you

my heart’s intuition

Don’t want to miss you

my dreams’ imagination

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My old-time fears from being here before

Caution to stay back, don’t reveal much more

It’s been in my nature to hide behind castle walls

Scared you’ll love me

then I’ll not know what to do at all…

#AlAnon #SoulMates #Poetry #Magic #Memories


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The Muses Groove

The workshop today

This rhythm is rolling
rolling around inside my undulating chest
and heart
Sitting at this wooden table,
contemplating it not being real
and part of me
and part of you
and I’m not really touching it, it’s touching me.

The music changes, I dream of being a poet.
I dream of being who I am.

I dream of making music unabashedly humble,
grateful to share this gift with the Greats.

To only for a moment think of all those who laid the path before me,
those brave and enduring souls who, pebble by pebble, note by note, stroke by stroke, experience by heartbreakingly joyful, or painful, experience,
tapped in.

They tapped in, not out.
Some through Divine Spirit intervention,
some through straight up booze,
whatever the avenue, whatever the teacher,
it brought about my ancestors of music and word. They walked that road.

Creative muse lingers just outside our reach and we must take heed.
We must cook up that stew and be ready when the salt falls from the shelf to delightfully richen our slippery, sensuous, slimy, salubrious, sacred soup.
So thank you. Thank you greats. Thank you oldies, thank you newbies, thank you those who have yet to be born.
Thank you for learnin’ me to open up, stand up straight, be connected to the ground, and lift my head and sing – those notes are not mine, they are Ours.


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Poem for today turned into a song… a roadhouse blues song

Driving in the driving rain

floods filling up the Indiana plains

It’s been raining since we left Kansas

and I seem to have forgotten where my house is

On all these roads

I keep on learning more I didn’t know

All these trails seem to lead to somewhere

In all these dreams

I keep holding on to something like feels like snow

Melts, soon as it caresses my hair

Fill’er up and hunker down

shut yo mouth, don’t make a sound

windows are all closed and tight

A winding path through the long, dark night

I’m burning up and cold as ice

some days I’m on fire

she’s thirsty to know it all

then choking on the truth

If I’m driving I’m in control

if I let go, well, soon enough I’ll know.

Soon enough I’ll know.

MUSIC VIDEO SOON TO COME, SLAKFAC and Dusty Brakes in a reunion near you.