GUITAR BOY : Highlife Or SOUL...Mermaid Or MUSIC ?

The Book III

You may be used to seeing the Soul Train, when they put a Music Record on the Roll.

You need to see the Pen, when it acts on a Soul, and puts a Man's Record on the Scroll.

Initialize...
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   ° I flow like a River, only when I MUSE  ( Over A STORY ).
   ° I overflow like an Ocean, when I'm ready to WRITE.

   ° Now, I'm speaking in tongues, I write about "Living Water".

Spiritualize...

  ° The Oracles of God are in the Eye of my PEN ( "The WORD" ).
  ° I trade in the Letters of a Story from a Mystical CITY.

Kingdomize...

I seek not to impoverish Art, but to immortalize the Artist. I do not only wish to textualize Content, but to testify of Intent.

   ° A River flows, it hardly overflows.
   ° An Ocean does not only flow, but it runs over ; it overflows.

I overcome obstacles when I WRITE.

I understand that my Soul Lives, only when my Pen Rolls. When I choose to Sing, I put a Man's place in the Scroll.

Musicalize...

    ° "When I was young, me and my mama had Beef",
    ° "Seventeen years old, kicked out on the Street... " ( Tupac )

Mediocrity has broken many skin pores, and many mindless men sweat too much in the Workplace.

But my object is SPIRIT.

When the Spirit of Creation befriends a subject, it infuses real matter with Soul, and converts any simple Talent into a sophisticated Skill.

Inside of a Man's Soul, is a Bank of VALUE.

It's a Creative Space, and the Creator of the Universe added to it, all the instruments of commercial Exchange.

Inside of a Man, is MONEY'S SOUL.

When a true Artist creates "Content", he neither permits the slant of his hand upon the World except to expose its hidden RICHES, nor permits the Soul of a Man to be empty except to unravel the sweeter melodies of Heart BEATS.

[ Trademark® Stories ].

See, it's about time I overflowed ; the heart beat is the start of every Story.

Now, the "Content", I bring it out. But I let it overflow the banks, like the Atlantic Ocean.

The heart beat of a Man is his Storyline ; added to it, is its Sound.
Listen to the Atlantic Roll. It shall leave your Soul with a New Beat.

See, it's a NOVEL STORY.

Materialize...

The world is a strange place. But when two strangers make bedfellows, Romance assumes the scale of a Mystery.

See, it's a Mystery that makes the world a strange place, not Man. But Mystery belongs to God.

It's not a MAN'S PLACE.

It's not a Man's place to ask the Creator, whether He made the Mermaid, or whither the Mermaid goes.

To say whether there's a Mermaid on the mainland or the marina, is not a Man's place.

It's not a Man's place to tell a Mermaid what to do, when she's inside her abode in the deep Sea.

It's not a Man's place, the deep Sea. But when the Mermaid appears on the beach sands, she comes into a Man's place, perhaps into a Man's deep Sea.

Now, it's a MAN'S PLACE.

From the deep sea turbulence of his Heart, shall unfold a Mystery. He shall ask the Creator, "Why Me?"

It's a MAN'S PLACE to tell A STORY.

"Guitar Boy".

It's not a new thing, I mean the guitar, when I hear it play. But when I hear an 18-string double-neck 360-degree turn-around-the-clock Guitar ;

I'm no longer with the likes of a mortal Man. Now the Guitar is playing ; but this Singing is a GIFT.

If you've heard a Mermaid's voice, then you're in the middle of a Mystery God, and make-believe turns quickly into MUSIC.

It's not a Man's place, but God's Place, to join the Mystery of Land and the Mystery of Sea, with a "BIG SOUND".

The cold Night-breeze is in search of the Face of God, whilst the blue waves add to the magic of a Highlife Musician.

A Mermaid is blowing change from the Atlantic Ocean, with an Aboriginal refrain of, "Song of LOVE, Sweet MELODY".

"Read Again", said Napoleon Bonaparte, and the young officer looked up from where he perched at his desk, nibbling a PEN.

 

  "Read again the Poets,
    Poets lift up the Soul...

    And give to a MAN,
    A Collossal GREATNESS".

     ( Napoleon Bonaparte )

   

Now, there's no brother, there's no sister, but the Guitar. But how do you imitate the bass Sound, without the "Guitar Boy" ?

God of Creation.

The purpose of words is to establish images, but these images require sound, to complete the Storyline.

Sir Victor Uwaifo.

Onomatopoeia is a figure of speech. The bottom line of its expression is "Sound", the nutshell meaning is to "Make A Name".

A Man requires the right words to make a Storyline, but only the words with the right "Sound" would suffice to "Make A Name".

"Uwaifo".

[ Heritage Night ].

   ° If God's Riches are uncountable, why can't a Man's Riches be ?
   ° Is the Spirit of the Father, not also in the "Son of Man" ?

I hold the Riches of Story, I hold the Riches of Sound.

But I make certain to equilibriate the Kingdom of God, with the Kingdom of Man.

My Soul is uncountable, my Wealth is uncountable, my name is also "Uwaifo".

Long ago, by wielding the power of an intellectual Man, William Shakespeare changed the demographics of the World of Letters.

He positioned the English Classic on the Bookshelf.

Side by side, he communicated with the old Greek and Roman archetypes of Literature ; like Homer, he brought "The Odyssey".
It was ( A Man's Journey ).

But like Ovid, he occasioned "The Metamorphoses".
It was ( A Story of Change ).

Then Shakespeare said, "Let the Music Play On".

However, the f-o-o-d is LOVE. This is how a Man makes his bed and sleeps through the Night. But most assuredly, the f-e-e-l-i-n-g stays LONG.

[ Bar Beach ].

Life's how we make it, with the power of STORYLINE and SOUND.

   ° If the Kingdom shall live long, why not the King ?
   ° If the Music shall live long, why not the Piper ?

Oba ghato kpere, ise !

   ° A long time ago, God-the-Father gave us Storyline and Sound.
   ° And in the presence of the Son-of-Man, it's Wealth Uncountable.

Uwaifo !

° As I tell the Story, let the Music Play On.

[ Riches Forever ].













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