People savor memory like nothing else. They hold to an event, 
                                                                              
  to an occasion, 
                                                                              
         that sustains 
                                                                              
            their spirit and exalts  :  their mind. 
        What I have discovered, and what I have taken to be my own
                                                                 is simply 
the rhythm of 
              sweet soul music. 

I’m not going to go on and on about my Bar Mitzvah, the birth of my sister, 
or the death of my Grandfather, 
but simply the phenomenon I hold so dear to my heart. 
Lifelong philosophies are a work in the making, 
         but one thing that stays everlasting is that 
                            mutual love that I have for my fellow people. 
This is what my sweet soul music is. 
It may not be a singular event, but a lasting MOMENT:
               the harmony of a vibrant rhythm. 
This music I speak of is not only melodic patterns, delightful tunes, vivid 
lyrics, 
          but a theory , and a way of life. 
                                            But that momentous prodigy called 
 Sweet Soul Music | my sweet soul music….is in danger. 
                                         Of being overrun.
                    All this    v i o l e n c e   this uprising and 
impediment of love 
                                                         have done nothing 
                                                         to promote my sweet 
soul music, 
                           BUT ONLY HAVE MADE IT WEAKER, 
                                                                     only to 
be denigrated for it’s vision. 
           Of love. passion. acceptance. of mutual concern.
    My sweet soul music makes no prejudices. It holds no grudges. 
                                                                              
           It takes no prisoners. 
          It frees the inmates within the mind. It thinks freely 
                               yeah!. It promotes opinion. 
             And my sweet soul music provokes emotion. It lets you cry!, 
laugh!, frown!, smile!, sneer!, snicker!, and it lets you love BUT it doesn’t 
let you HATE. 
It runs through your veins : seeps into your tear ducts, 
soaks into your pores :: and is extracted from yo’ brain. 
    My sweet soul music sparks intellect. It’s metaphysical. Supernatural 
baby! 
It conjures up thought, stresses introspection, it gives birth to concepts 
                   beyond normal conclusions. It runs counsels with the depths
                                                                              
    of the mind
 
     dissects the cerebellum 
                                            it finds intelligence from the 
spine 
                                                                              
                     to the brain 
                                                                              
                     to the heart. 
    My sweet soul music builds romance. 
            devotion 
                                                       passion. Like a fiery 
fission it splits affection and fondness into immortal desire. It incites 
outbursts: makes you 
                                                                              
   FEEL the love The emotion.
                                  It drives you to treasure magnificence!  
beauty! , and to value! 
                                                                     
aesthetic you once thought was static.
My sweet soul music upholds 
my persona, 
it crafts my being, makes me special, sets me apart.
 It loves me for me 
doesn’t scorn at difference. Values bizarre things. 
( Even  people. )
My sweet soul music reaches the seven seas
                                                          into space
                                                                       aims 
to please everyone. from          
                                                                              
                                   everywhere. 
It runs. Like a tick. That crawls and inflicts the sick with a cure.
                                                                              
                Of living not for themselves.
                                But for all the bodies. those bodies that are 
strugglin’ racin’ pacin’ 
                                                                              
                                and.
                                                                              
                          FIGHTIN’
against a current that battles like a continuous force. 
Tellin’ them they ain’t gonna win.

It may be that my SWEET SOUL MUSIC isn’t that special time that everyone has.
That they remember. helps them move on from their past.
 My sweet soul music can’t be captured.
                                                                  By smacking 
down the facts.


Man, sweet soul music just doesn’t fly like that. It 
                                                                              
           :::::flies:::::::: 

 through words. And when I find the right ones. I’ll write an even better 
poem. 

by Eli Rosenblatt

 
 

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