Author: Kelsey With Some Jo
Protected: Bottle of Honey
Take a Moment
The mind of a woman
might leave you strangled,
might leave you blind
but never will it leave you
to stay behind.
The mind of a woman
might kick up some dust,
might kick up a city
but never will it kick up
to settle you empty.
The mind of a woman
might laugh and cry,
might laugh and smile
but never will it laugh
to lie to a child.
The mind of a woman
might start then stop,
might start then doubt
But never will it start
to finish in drought.
The mind of a woman
can be many moments.
The mind of a woman
can be without moment.
Take a moment.
Take a moment.
From the Eyes of a Misfit Girl
I saw the world
From the eyes of a misfit girl
Full of limitations, disappointments, fear
But then, my eyes were widened
To a pop
And the world spilled out some truth
So, I took notice
And I saw the world
And how it measured
Truth is:
It wasn’t fitting
It was missing
It was lost
And gone forever
When I saw this
I lost the
Girl
I lost the girl
And the world
From the eyes of a misfit girl
The Tide
The sound of the rain
Falls like the sound
Of my heart
A river falling
To a tidy sea
Sounds like rain
Love taken all of me
My heart lies to me
She can’t trust the rain
When the tide rises
The river is silent and gone
She’s swallowed up
Love come sharp to
A soft beating heart
A river flowing from tide to sea
It sounds like rain
When the tide comes in
To carry the river free
My heart and soul
Cry sounds of rain
The tide has come to go
Confederate Flag
I saw a confederate flag once
Hanging on the kiosk
Of a gas station in Indiana
Who thought it was well
To see a for sale?
Reminding us of
Black dust
From chain’s rust?
Hanging men
From trees to keep
White prodigies?
Wow. It’s not that serious–
Only it’s history
Which created
Present luxury
So why does our country
Thinks it’s fly
To have a flag
We don’t pledge to
Hanging in a state
We belong to?
– Kelsey Jo
White Girl
I look different to them
You see it in my thighs
But I’m white
Only my thoughts are black
And my heart’s black
When I’m left alone
In the dark
And my space attacks
My mind to see
The truth in the culture
And my loss
In submissive lies
I take my passive aggression
And I bite your sessions
Into a lesson
On my black confession
Aim
Let it sink in
Like quick sand
On my hand
It’s a dream
Of a child of destiny
She’s searching
For the answer
Just a little child
Not much to mistake
With her sharp eyed
Pains and open disdain
For what’s evil and vain
If she shoots too soon
She’ll miss the target
She knows
Make the arrow
Sink to the center
Of the target’s heart
Take the dream
With both hands
Hold it fast
So it won’t collapse
Aim again
Only once
Square those shoulders
Make yourself bolder
Now shoot
And hear the target cry
Dreams achieved
In the blink of an eye
The child lives
The target dies
– Kelsey Jo
Fearless
The world is beautiful
and you are wonderful.
I see people shrinking
in towns–waiting; wasting.
To say it’s a judgement
to speak the truth
would confine the youth
from breaking loose.
So here’s some truth,
for the hopeless few:
The world is vast,
yet you know your past.
Frozen, afraid, and doubtful
you’ll last
You stay awake in your slumber
The years turning to numbers.
You know you waste
and yet make no haste.
Quick! Get out! Go!
You are your greatest foe.
Be strong–
No one else has your heart.
If you shrink now
who will do your part?
Drip
Sweat dropped down Her back as She inhaled the sweetness of a crowd of hundreds of people.
She knew the day would come and She knew She would be the result of such chaos and excitement.
Appreciation, celebration–for the evolution and brilliance in music.
A can of beer burst open spraying the small crowd in the center and aggressive laughter dominoed. Everyone turned to see a group of frat boys with red faces dripping in beer.
The crowd was
Massive.
Like walking through an explosion of people. The stage was the rocket and everyone wanted on.
She stood tall and pointed at the crowd speaking into the microphone welcoming the students, faculty, and staff.
Someone disrupted Her welcome with a yell and everyone turned to see a student standing in a tree. He danced around and some people laughed.
But the explosion was still happening, and the rocket would soon take off, so they turned their attention back to Her.
She started the countdown and they waited…
They didn’t know but She built that rocket ship…
And in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 the artists entered the stage and the show took off.
It was a moment to stop and appreciate the ones who take life and words and instruments and synchronicity and passion and pain and create…
MUSIC
A moment to celebrate the victory and loss of human life crafted together by a community of often underrepresented groups of people (the musicians, the artists, the lyricists, the songwriters, the creators, the hearts, the minds).
These people are the ones we build the rocket ships (stages) for and it’s them who take us to the stars.
“Music is a core human experience and generative processes reflect cognitive capabilities. Music is often functional because it is something that can promote human well-being by facilitating human contact, human meaning, and human imagination of possibilities, tying it to our social instincts. Cognitive systems also underlie musical performance and sensibilities. Music is one of those things that we do spontaneously, reflecting brain machinery linked to communicative functions, enlarged and diversified across a broad array of human activities. Music cuts across diverse cognitive capabilities and resources, including numeracy, language, and space perception. In the same way, music intersects with cultural boundaries, facilitating our “social self” by linking our shared experiences and intentions.
This draws us together and, as a social species, remains essential to us; a chorus of expression in being with others, that fundamental feature of our life and of our evolutionary ascent. Music is indeed, as Timothy Blanning noted, a grand “triumph” of the human condition, spanning across cultures to reach the greatest of heights in the pantheon of human expression, communication, and well-being. It is in everything (Cross, 1999; Huron, 2001).”
– Kelsey Jo
…Dedicated to The Man on The Stage…
The quoted statement above was taken from an article on the Frontiers Media SA website titled “The Evolution of Music and Human Social Capability”, written by Jay Schulkin and Greta B. Raglan (also both being the primary researchers).
Here is a link to the article:
https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fnins.2014.00292/full
