Can’t you see
We’ll never get the music right
We all won’t play the same tune
You can jazz it up
Keep it tight
But jazz doesn’t know how to end
Repeats the chords
Over and over again
Doesn’t know how to end
How to end
How to end
Our addictions won’t stop
Cause we love ourselves too much
While we hate who we are
Someone made it too easy
To get us this far
But we point to the ones
That scream we are here
Pulling others from the past
The perverts, slanderers
And judges sit in their robes
Passing fate
Often the guilty go free
But we’re all behind bars
Satiated with need
I’m just quick not to show
Who I’ve caused to bleed
Stop looking to earth
For one who redeems
You’re not gonna find it
There’s only one King
It’s already happened
But that doesn’t mean
I’ll ever be the way I should be
Cause darkness will always
Try to take over
But the soul it can’t touch
What Christ has conquered
But we’ll never get it
If we keep goin’ in circles
Cause we don’t know how to end
How to end
You gotta break the circle
So the same music will end
dVerse prompt – jazz poetry. This is a first for me. Hope it fits. A little faster pace, loose rhyme, concentration on some social rebelliin or dissonance. Right brained (that’s not easy).
mehflowers 
Still we need those circles of habit… maybe it would be better to spiral… as long is we know where we’re going. Love how you tied the jazz and circles to a message of yours.
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I like these lines: “Our addictions won’t stop
Cause we love ourselves too much
While we hate who we are” How to end is a mystery and beyond therapy.
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You and I had similar streams of thinking what jazz is. I love to hear it because it doesn’t shy away from the taboos and whatever else no is is talking about for fear of criticism, death even, in certain regimes. The streams must go on into new territory, coursing to the Sea. Or else we become eddies and whirlpools, afraid to live our fates and do what we must, “Cause we love ourselves too much
While we hate who we are.”
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I love “jazz doesnt know how to end…..” So cool.
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kaykuala
But jazz doesn’t know how to end
Repeats the chords
Over and over again
Doesn’t know how to end
Very true Mary! It is jazz that’s why. It goes on and on!
Hank
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Maybe that is why we don’t like talking or thinking about death and dying…because we don’t know how it will end! Great poem!
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Good point! Thanks for reading
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