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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

WET FIRE [EROTIC POST]

WET FIRE [EROTIC POST]
THIS IS THE SONG FOR THIS PIECE


I DESIRE TO WET YOU UP...
RUB MY FINGERS IN THE WETNESS OF YOU ...
LICK THEM AND TASTE THE SWEET DEW OF YOU.
TO LAY YOU BACK ...
AND SEE THE WAY YOUR CLIT POKES OUT AT ME...
BEFORE I  PLACE IT IN MY MOUTH.
AS YOUR EYES ROLL BACK...
AND YOUR CRIES TURN TO SCREAMS OF PLEASURE...
THAT MAKE MY  MANHOOD RISE.
AS THE  CORE OF YOU MELTS...
ONTO MY WAITING TOUNGE...
AMBROSIA OF A EBONY GODDESS.
EVERLASTING LIFE IN YOUR LOINS.
YOUR WOMB IS THE BIRTHPLACE...
OF NATIONS THAT HAVE COME AND GONE...
AS WE BECOME COVERED IN THE SWEAT OF LUST.
I ENTER YOUR LIPS SO LIKE A FLOWER...
PETALS THAT  OPEN ...
IN THE SUN OF MY WANT...
I STIMULATE YOUR HEART WITH MY HEAD.
OUR RELEASE IS LEGENDARY...
AS WE LIE IN SATED RELIEF...
I DESIRE TO WET YOU UP.

THENCE




THEY WONDER FROM WHENCE DOES THIS WIND BLOW THAT CARRIES THESE WINDS WHICH PRECEDES THIS STORM THAT IS I. FOR I LIVE IN THE SMALLEST PARTICLES OF DUST THAT DRIFT IN THE LIGHT OF THE SUN THAT SHINES THROUGH A WINDOW THAT LOOKS OUT ONTO THIS MENAGE OF LIVES. MY FYAH IS HOTTA THAN THE HEAT OF A SUPERNOVA IN INTERSTELLAR MEDIUM. A SHOCKWAVE THAT DECIMATES. REMNANTS OF MY INNERVISION.
YET I LIVE IN THE WORDS THAT DRIP ONTO THE PAPER FROM YOUR PEN AND USE THEM TO PROPEL MYSELF INTO HYPERSPACE WHERE MY ANCESTORS TRAVELED FOURTH DIMENSIONALLY. OUR ASCENSION AND THE SUBSESEQUENT LOSS OF WHO WE WERE... THE ESSENTIAL. ONLY IN THE ARMS OF A QUEEN SHALL I BE FOUND AS I JOURNEY TO THE WALLS OF HEAVEN.
 NEVER SHALL I LET THESE WORDS...THY WORDS DIE AS I LIVE INTO INFINITY, NEVER TO END... IN THE SEED THAT FLOWS IN THESE LOINS THAT BRINGS NEW LIFE TO SCORCHED WORLDS AS GRASS GROWS AND CHILDREN PLAY IN THE SUN... ANIMALS THAT GRAZE IN THE DISTANCE. WATER THAT FLOWS IN STREAMS THAT TURN INTO RIVERS THAT FEED THE SEAS...FOR FROM YOUR WOMB DOES LIFE ORIGINATE. AN EMPRESS OF SATIN SKIN AND HONEY AS YOU MELT ONTO MY MIND...SATURATING AND NOURISHINGLY SWEET...HEARTS THAT BEAT IN SYCHRONIZED PATTERNS.

BUFFALO SOLDIERS SONG


THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS 
THIS SONG IS ABOUT THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS



I RIDE IN DEFENCE OF MY NATION AND MY PEOPLE,NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK I AM EQUAL.
THESE THINGS I DO,STRANGE TOWNS AND STRANGE PEOPLE ARE FOR YOU.
AND I RIDE IN THE MEMORY OF MY ANCESTORS,WHO DIED AT THE HANDS OF EVIL MEN, THEIR SKIN THEIR SIN.
MAY THESE WORDS FLOW INTO THE WATERS OF THE RIVERS,AND THE VALLEYS OF THE MOUNTAINS, WHERE THE SUN SHINES THROUGH TREES IN SLIVERS.
AS ONE SHALL WE GROW AND ATTAIN,DIVIDED IS THE STANCE OF THE VAIN.
AND I RIDE TO THE FUTURE WITH WORDS OF PURITY,FOR THE GENERATIONS TO COME OF A SURETY.
THE WORDS OF ONE BORN TO THE TRAIL.
THIS IS THE SOLDIERS TALE.


WE EXIST...


 THE MUSIC FOR THIS INTERLUDE...

THAT POETRY THAT FLOWS IN YOU AND AROUND YOU PERVADES MY ORIGINALITY AND CAUSES REACTIONS THAT FORM INTERCELLULAR SYSTEMS THAT REVOLVE IN CAVERNS OF A MANS SOUL. WHERE SANITY AND INSANITY WALK THE ROADS TOGETHER, FOR TRUTH IS THAT ILLUSION THAT REMAINS SO REAL IN THE VIEW OF MEN.

RAW AND BITTER ARE THE ROADS THAT WE SOMETIMES TRAVEL. AS LOVE IS THE CATALYST FOR WAR AND PEACE AS WE DWELL ON THIS ORB THAT ROTATES IN SPACE.
ALPHA AND OMEGA IN THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS IN OUR VEINS.


THE HERBS THAT SPICE THIS DISH ARE ELICITED FROM THE PORES THAT COVER THY SKIN. A PERFECTLY FLAVORED DISH THAT PIQUES MY INTEREST AND CAUSES I TO WANT TO FLY...ON THE WINGS OF THE ANGELS THAT SPEAK OF LOVE IN WHISPERED TONES IN THE HALLS OF... ALLAH.

CLOUDS THAT CARRESS THE GREY OF MATTER THAT MAKES UP THIS MIND. PINEALY I SEE THEE...THEE I SEE PINEALY...WAS FLIPPING WORDS LIKE THESE IN THE WOMB BEFORE I ENTERED ONTO THIS PLANE OF EXISTENCE. AS A QUEEN CARRIED ME... AS YOU A QUEEN CARRY ME.

 FLOW LIKE THAT DONT COME CHEAP AS THE ENEMY CROUCHES AT THE GATES THAT REMAIN LOCKED IN A TORTURED MIND...FINGERS OF THE LETTERS OF THINE THAT CARRESS MY SCALP...DEEPER THAN THE DARKNESS OF TRIPLE LEVELS. FOR THAT IS WHERE THE KNOWLEDGE DWELLS. FOR LIGHT AND DARKNESS FORM FROM THE SAME ENTITY


RHYMES THAT ARE A RAM BATTERING AT THE WALLS OF SYSTEMS OF OPPRESSION THAT LINGER IN PSYCHES THAT CANNOT SEE. WHERE THE GHOSTS OF THOSE THAT FOUGHT AGAINST SLAVERY ROLL IN UNMARKED GRAVES AS THE STORY OF THEY SEEMS TO FADE AWAY...

                   AND
BROKEN...            DISJOINTED...
                 
AND WHO ARE THEY... TO STAND IN OPPOSITION TO WE? THE END BY PRODUCT OF SLAVERY, AGGRESSION AND FUNKY ASS PIGS FEET. AS A GIRL LAY ON HER BACK IN THE DUST AND HER CHILD WAS RIPPED FROM SHE... TO BE SOLD IN A MARKET OF SOULS.




I AM YOUR REFLECTION AND YOU ARE MINE IN THE MIRROR OF THESE LIVES THAT ARE REFLECTIONS OF THE GLORY OF WHO WE ARE SUPPOSSED TO BE...AND I HAVE TO SCREAM THE WAY I DO... TO ROAR AT THE ATROCITIES. ANGUISH THAT HAS THE FORCE OF CREATION.



WHISPER AFRICA


THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE
DAYS LOST IN AFRICAN DREAMS.

I CAN FEEL THE EARTH BEAT...

PULSATING IN MY CORE.

SHE GYRATES IN SHIMMERING SPLENDOR...

THE ELEPHANTS TRUMPET...

ANNOUNCMENTS ACROSS THE MILES...

THE BIRTH OF THE WORLDS.

SPINNING ON THIS PLANET...

AS HER SKIN REFLECTS THE SHINE INTO THE SKY.

I A KING...

STRIDING AND SURVIVING ...

IN A MADMANS SCHEME.

LOOK PON YON TREE...

THE ROOTS ARE HER WOMB.

A CONTINENT AWAY...

ON A GIGANTIC ISLAND IN THE SEA...

A SON REMEMBERS.

DAYS LOST IN AFRICAN DREAMS.

ART THOU? [THIS MUSE]


THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE.

THOU APPEAREST IN MINE VISION A MOST SEDUCTIVE APPARATION...FROM WHENCE DIDST THOU COME TO FEED THE STARVING LOVE OF THIS BARD...THIS TELLER OF TALES...THIS WANDERING SOUL?
ART THOU AN ANGEL SENT FROM THE LEVELS OF HEAVEN TO QUIET THE DEMONS OF THIS LIFE THAT SCRATCH AND SNARL...THREATNING TO STEAL MY SANITY AWAY...MY INSANITY PRESSES AT THE WINDOWPANE OF MY BEING.
YOUR VOICE HAUNTS MINE THOUGHTS ON THIS COLD WINTER NIGHT...AS CLEAR AS THE BELLS OF A CHURCH IN A VILLAGE...AS CLEAR AS THE VOICE OF THE MUEZZIN AS HE CALLS TO PRAYER FROM HIS TOWER ON HIGH.
THY SKIN OF BROWN...TONES SO SOOTHING TO THESE TIRED EYES THAT HAVE SEEN SO MUCH DESTRUCTION IN THE NAME OF RIGHT.
WHAT WORDS CAN I SAY TO THEE THAT HAVE NOT BEEN SAID BEFORE?
 FOR I KNOW OF A SURETY THAT THOU BEAUTY LIGHTS THE FIRES OF MEN THAT FLAMES IN THE KILN OF LIFE.
WHEN I THINKEST OF THOU I SEE DUSTY BOOKS IN A LIBRARY OF THE FUTURE THAT SPEAK OF LOVE IN SOFTLY SPOKEN TONES...TRANSITIONS THAT STAND THE TESTS OF TIME.
ITSEEMS THAT I HAVE SOUGHT THEE AS I WALKED ON LEAVES IN ANCIENT FORESTS...AS I STARED AT THE WAVES OF OCEANS FROM SANDY SHORES...AS LIVES CONTINUED PAST HEEDLESS OF THE EVIL THAT MEN DO...THE GOOD THAT MAN DOES.
AND WHAT SHALL I DO NOW THAT YOU ARE REVEALED TO I AND I SPEAK THESE WORDS IN THIS BROKEN TOUNGE?
MY HEART...
MY SOUL...
MY MUSE.

SUPREME LINGUISTICS OF A G


 THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE
Egotistical dillussions of grandure as I be splitting domes with these scintillating tomes.
Shaking the trees with these thoughts that erupt afrineasily like jesse jackson with a new urbanology, a whole new verbalology.
Never was one to stand hidden by the crowd see?
 A straight warrior I be ...unconstrained and savagely free.
silent paths in the garden of my psychophysiality.
 A fyah ass lyrical phantasy
 Funktastikally mindgasmically freeform as aliens in space dance primitivly to this beat.
A scriptural detonation of words.
Stone tablets in the hands of a poet in this century.
Give I back I village priest.
Direct link to allahs degrees....This is verbal carpentry.
Mentaphysicality.
Supreme linguistics of a g.