Written Poetry by Marcellus Nealy

Mr. Mills

This is a poem I gave to electronic music pioneer Jeff Mills during his show in Tokyo. judging by the mystified look on his face, I don't think anyone has ever given him a poem before

The profundity of life
is in simplicity juxtaposed against
the multiplicity of self
seekers of a single road we travel
down many looking for the truth
free from oblivious boneheads
who would label then ravage our souls
all the while being lost to their own

our home is a place where comfort is hard to come by
50 magnificent rooms and only a few closets for us to recline in

unbound by our particular strife
you travel freely through the world
washing away the ossified factions
till the glittering simplicity of melodic realization
arpegiates into the air we breath
the air that nourishes our minds.

Even your mind

I imagine that through the breezes you create
your childhood challenges you
the old hood that would cloak you
stills pokes a puzzling prod
in odd efforts to deny you self
like souls long shelved to the archives of complacent people

breath deeply Mr. Mills
and I will breath

In silence so much is said that words are often insignificant

in musical expression
worlds shout careen collide
something close to divinity

M.D. Nealy