We didn't have space
for the space
(no time for the
time)
Way she made smooth
over-glide
Pre-ride
Sun-flight
moon-mind
Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Don't worry about
paying the interest on
the interest
they ain't gonna break yo
legs till the chicken
hits the finish
(stoop down low
bring up the money
the bitch don't know
da difference between
the sting and the
honey)
Went down town
after they dropped the bomb
ain't gonna clean it up
cuz everybody gone
got mine goin
hobo shine
my shitz straight
so ain't nothing wrong
"Gotta have love for the Hustle
or you ain't lastin long
don't wanna sneak up on me
less you wanna be in the next
song"
paying the interest on
the interest
they ain't gonna break yo
legs till the chicken
hits the finish
(stoop down low
bring up the money
the bitch don't know
da difference between
the sting and the
honey)
Went down town
after they dropped the bomb
ain't gonna clean it up
cuz everybody gone
got mine goin
hobo shine
my shitz straight
so ain't nothing wrong
"Gotta have love for the Hustle
or you ain't lastin long
don't wanna sneak up on me
less you wanna be in the next
song"
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
TAKE TIME
I.
Have you taken
TIME
(as if you would live
forever)
To write poetry
and drink coffee
Time to be with your lover
without the thought of anything
(have you taken just a few
years
to go to Asia
and sit for some time
with the masters)
II.
Just once have you spent
more money than you had
on a beautiful machine
and gone riding,
allowing weekends to stretch
into weeks
Lost with an angel who feeds
you only love
(let everything go to ride through
the Indian-Summer)
III.
Then after years in Asia/Europe
did you come home
(knowing India is your mother-goddess
and that when you die you would like
your body burned in the ghat by the river)
Perhaps your brothers rode by your side
as you carried her to the crossing over
(then more angels came,
always the angels coming to my door)
I only sit quietly,
drinking my coffee
writing this poetry
(and letting all my dreams come true)
I.
Have you taken
TIME
(as if you would live
forever)
To write poetry
and drink coffee
Time to be with your lover
without the thought of anything
(have you taken just a few
years
to go to Asia
and sit for some time
with the masters)
II.
Just once have you spent
more money than you had
on a beautiful machine
and gone riding,
allowing weekends to stretch
into weeks
Lost with an angel who feeds
you only love
(let everything go to ride through
the Indian-Summer)
III.
Then after years in Asia/Europe
did you come home
(knowing India is your mother-goddess
and that when you die you would like
your body burned in the ghat by the river)
Perhaps your brothers rode by your side
as you carried her to the crossing over
(then more angels came,
always the angels coming to my door)
I only sit quietly,
drinking my coffee
writing this poetry
(and letting all my dreams come true)
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
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