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Tag Archives: blackberry lemonade
Dream Me In Spring
And again I am dreamed This time on chariots of fire I’m still on the West Coast, Still wrecking em’ With my ILL-luminating Style My thoughts are coiled With springtime blues I long for summer I long for you Heard … Continue reading
Dream Me In Winter
Say you dreamed me last nite sailing on rivers of original thought some where near the Nile with red feathers in my hair In summer will you meet me I’ll bring the fruit you bring the dreams of me so … Continue reading
Summers Return
Summers Return Since you left, I have met in the shadows with lions Some from Sonia’s house others from my own wilderness I have dined, dazzled by the light, with kings. I have met sages, & been touched by prophets. … Continue reading
SUGARBERRIES SLIP
He had been lost ever since he spied Sugarberries slip, peeking from ‘neath her hem like royal foliage an elegant border framing slender stems. He embarked on a perilous tumble in pursuit of this slip of a woman, vain & … Continue reading
Colored Gulhs
long tall yaller sista, remind ya a lemonade kind a chick so cool she make her own shade fast in a good way two swift for a fade full a paid up game way above being played melting like butter … Continue reading
Sassy
once classed as obsession known by a chosen few a prized possession in the vein of confession lately I’ve sensed hesitation as suitors envision complete capitulation utter domination by such finely honed temptation such elegant vexation rare honey aging exquisitely … Continue reading
notes for horn
notes for horn makes me wanna say sumpthin fly when baby play horn like that it makes me wanna spit some cool issh slips me into mental grooves sweet melody in my ear inspiring in me lyrical menus lilting like … Continue reading
Carmina’s Request
Will you quiet me in the night? when my brow furrows and my hands reach for something on just the other side of this reality. I have read books of shadows eaten legend and digested fable searching in chaos with … Continue reading
Baby’s Horn
when baby plays that horn birds sit down to listen tall girls dance slowly grown men cry when baby plays his horn small boys whistle youngsters snap their fingers old ladies close their eyes, sigh when baby plays his horn … Continue reading
Horizontal Dancin
horizontal dancing as the daylight sits down to devour the night i scream your name into your open mouth you moan our tongues tango as you pour your soul into my ocean over and over lava hardens in the ocean