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My thoughts are like cars
on freeways into metroplexes
My pen is the exit
traffic depends on their complexities
If I listen to the drum of my heart
I can become a mixmaster
Move the crowd when the music starts
let the traffic become two turntables
Then God is Kool Herc
and he put Hotel California
on the right
and We're All In The Same Gang
on the left
and made me
The Crossfade Between Cultural Realities.
and just when the heat, stress
and tension becomes as hot as
Dallas in summer he fades into
It's a Family Affair by
Sly and The Family Stone
then I see him cruising Twilight
in a convertible.
Words appear before your eyes
and invite dances of minds
then I hear Flashlight by Parliament
and wish for a moment I was Third Eye Blind
A Poem arrives at its destination
once again everything in the world is fine.


  1. This is one of your very best Theron. I love the line '...and made me The Crossfade between Cultural Realities...'. Music, photo and words are the perfect compliments to each other. Well done.

  2. Very Kool, dude. One of your better poems. Took me on ride.


  3. Love all the musical references! Great piece T, really top notch.

  4. hot. i really like this as a nice flow mixmaster...keep spiining the wax...

  5. I found it very refreshing, loved the musical references...

    an ordinary moment

  6. yep - you are a mixmaster theron..

  7. "The Crossfade Between Cultural Realities" When it comes to traffic, this is the best alternative to road rage I have ever heard. Seriously, good stuff with references to a few in my iTunes library.

  8. Interesting way to arrive out of a block... nice verse. I liked the way you have used common things to arrive at a lovely verse...

    ॐ शांति ॐ
    Om Shanti Om
    May peace be... praying for People of Japan
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  9. Maaaannn...this is so original and awesome!!
    I like how the mind works when in a blocked state.. and the poetry that then comes out of it is brilliant!! Like this one!!
    Loved it, Theron!

  10. Fun, good-flow, good-reference work. =)

  11. I really like the way you used music to explain things. What I like most and I think I should honestly use love; I LOVE THIS
    "My thoughts are like cars
    on freeways into metroplexes
    My pen is the exit
    traffic depends on their complexities"


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