Hey, you voices! Get out of the the head of Ronny Elliott. Five rum and cokes; or is it five rums and coke? I'm ready to roll. I have waited for inspiration all day. Inspiration to save the world, write my blog, chew my cud, compose a melody with a blinding beauty that might change the course of the cosmos, melt a milky way or two.
I've got the blues in a measure that I always doubted white folks the capacity. I open my heart totally with love and truth and all that I've got. I seem to find sadness, distrust, melancholy and despair.
I only want to hold open the doors. The doors of truth and love and beauty. I have a light that shines for me and I want to shine it for everyone; for the poor, the incarcerated, the disenfranchised, the lonely, the troubled.