Music Updates!

Hello viewers,

Recently I've been working on two compositions that I'd like to give you a "sneak peak" of - they are titled "Sonata No. 2 in A Minor" and "Skippin' the Blues". Although the two are different in form, style, and genre - I hope you enjoy!

Thanks,

Jazzy Jordan

Sonata No. 2 in A Minor:

Skippin' the Blues:

© Jazzy Jordan (Jordan P. Howard-Jennings) 2012

Blue is . . .

Blue is . . .

by Jordan P. Howard-Jennings

© Jazzy Jordan 2012

Blue

Is a color

That stains the carpet

Of those who feel regret

And to those –

Who’s lives wasted

Have been searching for

An open door

And nothing more.

Blue

Is an illness

That worsens

Over time

You can catch it

Any time

Of the day

Got to be sure

If it’s coming your way.

Blue

Is a day

When your head’s

Hanging low

In the midst

Of a stormy night’s

Aqua fit

With candles lit

You sit –

Under a spell

Of blue

So old,

Yet so new

It’s as if

You’d had it

All along.

And you’d been waiting

To be wronged –

If only it knew

The things it does

To you.

Blue

Never Surpassing THE Truth

Never Surpassing THE Truth

by Jordan P. Howard-Jennings

Days have passed . . .

Trapped behind the fogged glass

That once graced my bathroom mirror

And suddenly confused my life

[this] Has lead to personal strife

Weeks have passed . . .

Since you gave your goodbyes

That once caused me to cry

Now solemn and dry

I stare defiantly into the sky

Months have gone . . .

At your disposal

No life worth living

No deeds worth giving

No treasures worth digging

Years have gone by . . .

And I have grown old

But I should know

By now

That I’m a fool (to want you)

And I’m a fool

To have begun

When I’m better of

Right here by myself

And nothing else . . .

But the uncomfortable

Unbearable

Truth

Foggy

Foggy

by Jordan P. Howard-Jennings (Jazzy Jordan © 2012)

Flash

of anger in your face

Opposition

of love within your heart

Greed

of desire to be prosperous

Glimpse

of terror within your blind body

Yearn

of things distant and far

Life is foggy

Drenched in Black

Drenched in Black

by Jordan P. Howard-Jennings (Jazzy Jordan © 2012)

Drenched in black

Is what I am

Is all you see

Is all I’ll be

Drenched in black

Is where I came

Is who I am

I do not blame

Drenched in black

I stand up proud

Black bodied, not bent

For I sing my song loud

Drenched in black

I’ll always be

The voice of hope

That sets us free

Drenched in black

I will take with me

My ancestor’s gifts

On the family tree

Drenched in black

May be all that you see

But drenched in black

Is what comprises me

Love me, hate me –

Do as you please

Hurt me, kill me –

Give me all that you sleaze

But know this:

I carry the struggle

Of slavery on my back

All because

I’m drenched in black

A Journey (Bronx Science)

by Jordan P. Howard-Jennings

I get on the train

And cling to the poles

As I ride up the city

In an underground pothole

I walk down the stairs

And flee to the streets

As rain presses against my mood

The blues are then brewed

In a cup of morning coffee

Rises the inability to cope

With a morning of despair

But in Bronx Science, there is hope

There is passion for learning

And a love of knowledge to be shared

And with a strong and vibrant community

We are prepared

For the end of the day

When we’re told to then go home

That home, my friend – is indeed the place

Where dreams can be traced

A love of knowledge can be embraced

And it cannot be erased

As we travel the long night home

And we get back to work

Repeat ∞

Jazzy Jordan © 2012

Adieu

Adieu

by Jazzy Jordan © 2012

I’m hurt

I thought you cared –

about me

I thought you knew –

but, I guess you didn’t

And when I turned around

For a second as brief as a blink

You made me drown

And I was nowhere to be found

I’m lost

I thought you knew me –

but, look at us now

I thought you’d do me right –

and yet, I regret

Day after night and night after day

I’d considered you a friend

But much to my dismay,

My plans have been shattered in disarray

I’ve been backstabbed

I thought I trusted you –

but, with distrust you cheated me

I thought I could look to you –

but instead, I’ve no one to look to

I should have never opened up to you

Opened my self up for hurt

I took the chance, and I wrecked it; askew

God – how I wish I knew

Yet, I’ve learned

I thought I could trust anyone I met –

but as it turns out, some things aren’t worth a bet

I thought I could trust its face value –

but instead it is the very lie

You may reap what you sow

You may suffer what I have suffered too

But most of all, for better or for worse

I wish you an adieu

Feeling blue

So I give my adieu

To you

2/29/12