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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Blues Joint

Roll me like a joint. Rock me, like I don’t got bones. Say you got red hot lovin, well honey man, bring it on. Say you got red-hot lovin daddy, well rock yo mama till the meat fall off the … Continue reading

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