If you were true
As true as I was
To you .
The truth would
Have melted
In your mouth .
You would have
Savored its flavor .
And gave no other
Favor over me .
Well, you gave me
Crumbs .
And I enjoyed
My final run .
Now who's the fool
With egg upon
Their face ?
In the aftermath
The player
Got played .
And "I beat you to the punch ".
So that's the sum of things !
Monday, March 11, 2013
1994
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Sunday, February 17, 2013
2/17/2013
I didn't see it nor did I hear it
But the pain within my heart
Remembers the bullets at large .
Point blank within an eye blink
From a crazed and angry animal
Who calls himself a gentleman .
Does it not break your heart to read
And acknowledge that people have
No regards for human life anymore ?
Headlines some day they just might say
"Four dead and there's more to follow".
God take away these lench mob eyes .
Take away the anger that seeps through
My pores like murderous blood whenever
The weight of many deaths wears me down.
To the level of snakes , vipers and predators .
Blame games can't raise the dead .
Gun regulation my old black ass if ones denied
They'll grab a bat instead .
Does it not break your heart to see
And acknowledge that people have no regard
For human life and there's no safety for our kids ?
Where did all the rage come from ?
When did it start and when will it end ?
Only God knows all the reasons why
While we cry and scream for justice .
I didn't see it nor did I hear it
But the pain within my heart
Remembers the bullets at large ....
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Sunday, January 27, 2013
Whats Cooking
Man, check out this base line , yeah its cooking . Its groovin' as the funky blues
Chases me down the street with a Louieville Slugger . Ha, ha, ha, hell no bro
Every chance I get I'm gonna jump for joy cause its another day of living , and
Winning , skinning and grinning . Get back ole blues this man ain't pretending .
Put on your track shoes and run and tell it cause I'm not gonna let you dog me
Around . Ooowee , tickle them ivorys buddy , play a some, make yo' money .
I feel so clever and jazzy and it might just be the weather that has me feeling this
Way for its 80 degrees in the shade. Yeah man and its Jan-u-ary . Dig that news.
Hurt, hurt me , hurt me with a guitar solo and yall all know that Jimi isn't dead. His
Soul lives on and the music still playing ."Go Gene Go", that's what they all screamed
When Sal Mineo played his skins in "The Gene Kruppa Story " Pick up them sticks .
Drummer, give us some just like back in the day when James Brown broke out in a
"Cold Sweat ". Now "Tighten Up " like Archie Bell and The Drells .
Damn can you feel it ? The vibes, the rhythm , the pace of these muse coming from the
Heart and soul of Brother Poet Who . Oooh don't "Play Misty" for me, hell I can't even
Remember the words , the lyrics or how the song came to be . Get back ole blues. you
Need to chase yo' mama with Louieville Slugger . Because today I'm smiling and blues dig
This and I ain't living for the city . Man check out this baseline , its cooking and groovin'.
Be Happy !
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Sunday, December 9, 2012
The Transistion (Home Sick Blues)
Wisconsins child enjoys
The sunshine moments,
A light wind with gentle rain ,
Sunlight falling through puffy clouds .
But soon comes hard rain , a pitter , patter on my pane,
And I dred to scrap the frost within the mighty hail
Dancing upon my car hood and pinging on my railing .
In an hour the wind chases merrily sweet old memories
Down a one way street then stops to see the breaking
Of my heart .
I'm so glad the winters in Arizona are short .
Home sick blues strikes once more ....
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