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Details | Dramatic Verse | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Details | Ode | |

Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     



Details | Lyric | |

APPARITION

 APPARITION
You came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeless as your life, as hot and cold as death,
You came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench my thirst; my need for all you are.
You fill my head with things not meant to understand,
You came to stay.

I breathe your name, tormented in my dream,
and sleepless is the night, You fill my time.
You are the joy of life beyond my dying scream,
You came to stay.

You came in the name of He who'll give us death.
You are the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of me, you are my final breath.
You came to stay.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Ballad | |

London

She called herself London
On that day 
She fell from the sky
Child of apple blossoms
Dancing wildly
Into your mind

The snake that hung from her neck
Bites your hand
Expels you from Eden
Tears into the cool flesh
Of your madness
Posing as reason

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share

Her name was London
Call her London

She called herself London
On that night
She prayed to the moon
Apollo’s lyre
Played darkly
In a portent 
Of your own doom

The hell she hides 
In her soul
Toxic drug you’ll never escape
You crave the milk of her touch
Her strange and dangerous ways

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share  

Her name was London
Call her London

My baby, London
Call her London
My moon-girl, London 
Call her London

I love her, London
Call her London
Forever, London 

I call her London……


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Free verse | |

Barry Cowsill leaving

 
      A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills 
      remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
      As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans 
      Barry Cowsill  the hidden artist yet well known .

      Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
      "do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
     "long ,beautiful Hair,  Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy " 
      his life and smile , his love , imagining  me for a while , yes ..in love.

     My Friend met his fate  passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation 
     Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
     Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge , 
     The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry,  too great for Our World .
     Remembering the Jazz festival,  memories,  torn in my mind yet left behind ,

     Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Fable Of Death, To The Boy Named Harp.

Here, is a boy that wandered astray,
He went for a walk and got lost on the way,
He tried to find home, wherever that is,
He tried to find comfort that he could call his,
He walked through the woods and past the oak trees,
He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze,
He came to a house that was rotting away,
He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”.
He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream,
He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream.
He woke in the morning tied to the bed,
Before him was a man, who was sick in the head,
The man was curious as to what this boy was named,
When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed,
The man looked at Harp and quietly said, 
My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead,
Randal began to inflict horrible pain,
He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain.
After weeks of torture and equal unrest,
The boy named Harp made his final request,
He looked at the man that had tore him apart,
And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.”
The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes,
He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”,
After this man had ended Harp’s pain,
He left the boys corps to rot in the rain.
I guess in the end it was all meant to be,
For death was the way to make this boy see,
He was better off dead because now he cant feel,
Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real.
He was just a boy with a loving heart,
The story of his life, the boy named Harp.


Details | Lyric | |

Red Rose Left Burning

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Just to realize

love is whack in the heart of a woman
truly believing the lie of a man 

he strips her of love

as she refuses to lie down and die
accepting a burning bleeding red rose

she stares at the stars

no longer evident in his dull eyes
wondering who is he saving them for

just to realize

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Lyric | |

Death Trophy

Congratulations, you've been buried today
Far under the earth you can hear them say
Goodbye; it's like you wanted me to find you this way
My mind says to leave but my heart says stay

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

My condolences, your baby is gone
He shot himself dead at the break of dawn
I wonder if he ever thought it was wrong
I set the pictures on the lyrics of this song and

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain
Wait for the rain...wait for the rain...
Wait for the rain


Details | Lyric | |

SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR song

This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone can do this:
    THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

I think it was blue with writing that read “Body By Design”
I’m talking about the shirt of a man I’d like to make mine
With ripples and his rough spots in all the perfect places
Yet soft enough to hold me and enfold me in his embraces

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
Someone who could make this girl next door’s dreams come true

But who, I wondered, was this lady by the name of Beth
Could he have confused the “B” as in boy with an “S” as in Seth?
Yes, that’s the circumstance now I’m sure with certainty
His name is Seth, there is no Beth, and I know that certainly

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

That boy next door went from door to door looking for a kiss
While I waited at my door for the boy next door to come and kiss this miss
Finally we kept kissing and his beauty made my feverish flesh cold
And still gives me chills and thrills while he carries me over the threshold

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy that he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
The boy next door who made this girl next door’s dreams come true
And now the boy next door is the boy next door no more
Since that boy next door and I now share the very same front door
The very same…………… front door!
                      © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~ 





















Details | Lyric | |

letter i must

yes I am different 
yes I have changed
yes I changed who I am
but not for your sake
I wrote the letter down
and I wrote my name
this who I am
and this is what I got to say 
don't hate me
don't love me
but just respect me 
and I will respect thee
for I am a man of my word
even though I am not that old yet
I am just a interesting guy
with a little talent
I maybe wise and a bit small
but I could show you the meaning in some love
this is who I am 
this is my word
I wrote these letter down
so I can be heard
no one gets me
for who I am
so I wrote these letter
to the big man
the boss of the town
the giant of ants
I am showing him 
who I am


Details | Lyric | |

My Vera Rosina

My Vera Rosina

I love all the birds in the meadow
I love all the flowers that grow
And send out their perfume
In sweet, sweet perfection 
Yet much more my love, it does grow….

For Vera Rosina
My wonderful lady
Who opens my heart like a flower
Because of your beauty
Your sweetness and your goodness
I am filled with true love’s hazy power

Each time that I think about Vera
My heart sings a song that’s so sweet
A beautiful melody
Touches all my being
And all of my world feels complete.

My Vera Rosina
I can’t help but love you
With all of my heart, oh, yes I do
For you have the essence
The sweetness and the beauty
There’s nobody sweeter than you.

Till death us do part I will love you
For you be a song of sweet delight
Whenever you are with me
My beautiful lady
My world feels so wondrous and so bright

7 January 2011



Details | Ballad | |

The dustbowl troubadour

My tribute to Woody Guthrie.

The dust bowl troubadour.

Once when I was just a stud
I loved the folky crowd
I would listen well to Bob Dylan
[I immersed him in a shroud]
Then Donovan, and Joanie Baez
I loved them and their ways
Through Them I found my legend ‘Woody’
Oh, these were happy days.

Old Woody he inspired them all
All the folkies of that time
And me, I just adored the man
His rhythm and his rhyme
I love the things he sang about
That Dust bowl troubadour
Two thousand songs they say he wrote
Me-thinks it might be more.

As Woody rode those railways lines
He would fruit pick and he’d sing
He always carried his old guitar
As to poor folk he would bring
Sweet laughter and much happiness
For those his heart did touch
And all those dust bowl refugees
They loved this man so much

11 August 2013 @ 1332hrs.





Details | Lyric | |

Just Praising

I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
Praising His name all through the day.
I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
And we will be blessed along the way.

Singing praise to Him just makes me happy,
Iknow that my prayers He will fulfill.
He is my Father and He loves me,
So I shall always do His will.

Praising the name of the One who loves me,
Jesus, He came to set me free,
I was a sinner on lifes highway,
He was the One who showed the way.

Let your praise reach up to heaven,
There it will please the Heavenly Host.
Honest prayer is sure to please Them,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

© Dave Timperley 2012
Sung to the tune of High on a hill stood a lonely goatherd or the Yodel song from The Sound of music.


Details | Lyric | |

When You Fall For The Wrong One

I guess I always knew
That it was too good to be true
That I never really had you in my hand
Just a filler, a time killer
Just a soft place you could land
Not the girl that you’d imagined or had planned
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
As crazy as it sounds, I still wouldn’t change a thing
I wouldn’t take a moment back from us
I don’t regret the moments
When you told me everything
Won’t forget the side of you
That only I know
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
It’ll hurt one day, mark my words
One day when everything falls apart
When she breaks your heart
One day you’ll reach for me
You’ll see me in your dreams
But I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
But I’ll be gone…
I’ll be gone…


Details | Lyric | |

Falling

The final leaf is falling
Beside the evergreen
Condemned to silent winds
Their winter-full of dreams

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

In the quiet of starry eyes
The only ones to watch me fall
Fall from your dreams
Like a sparrow from a tree
Like a heart from a string
And when I just wanted to be real...

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

Falling like a last snow
Like a memory of long ago

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret X2


Details | Ballad | |

The Hot Dog man

His name is Jane F he is the hot dog man Mac a Nation
creation, the hot dog man, His name is jane F and  he
is lunch money for Satans men,  Mac a Nation creation
his is the hot dog man, Mac a Nation creation and
jane F  wants Hot Dogs for Satan men, Mac a Nation
Creation what is is Mac Nation Creation what is is
Moral Moral or surival surival moral moral surival
is the hot dog man here macanation surival moral 
do you have surival or morals mac a nation creation
its the hot dog man lunch money money honey honey
darlin darlin it lunch money oh honey


Details | Lyric | |

Beautiful

Beautiful

I remember being a young girl 
Wanting to fit in 
Thinking pounds of makeup would make me pretty
So unsure of myself
With no self-esteem 
I had no clue 
That just being me 
Was more than enough
It was 

Beautiful

Wanting so bad to fit in 
I let myself believe that going by a different name
Would make me pretty
And make people want to be around me
So first I went by Gina, 
Then I changed the spelling to Gena 
Then to Jeanna 
Not realizing that no one really cares how it is spelled
And no matter what 
My real name is enough 
It is 
Beautiful

As I grew up 
I began to learn 
Friendship 
Isn’t about quantity
It’s more about quality
It was a lesson I had to learn on my own
Through a lot of abuse 
Being used most of the time
Yet among the users and abusers 
Without realizing it there was a few 
Who were true 
With them though it wasn’t about the makeup
The hair or the name 
It was about me 
The real me 
And from them and my family 
I learned that 
Just being my self is 

Beautiful

So Gina, Gena and Jeanna well they are gone
It’s Jean now 
And I am proud of that 
I am proud of who I am 
And even if I don’t have an army of friends 
The ones I do have 
I am happy to have because for the first time 
I can honestly say 
They are true friends 
Who like me for me
And that right there 
Is more than good it is

Beautiful 

So now the makeup is minimal 
Just enough to enhance the beauty that is already there
I wear my hair however I like 
I don’t worry about fitting in 
I believe that if it is meant to be then 
It will be because I am being me
Not the person I used to think everyone wanted me to be
Now I know that 
While the fake me yeah she was pretty
Where the real me is more 
Because I am 

Beautiful

By: Jean Bonella Shular

Here is to being who you are and loving it. Not letting anyone tell you who you 
should be. Here is to being Beautiful.


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IN THE NAME OF ETERNAL LOVE

IN THE NAME OF ETERNAL LOVE

Since you have left, my one and only,
the sun became perfectly cold.
Its golden heart,
completely forgotten, lies in the golden cradle:
Oh, Lord, the sun is so cold,
it wrapped itself around my heart,
like a vampire's golden claw.
Its cold fingers of gold
are ripping off parts of my heart
and throwing its bloody food at death's feet.
I am looking for the shadow to save me,
the same shadow
in which you used to read my poems,
whose verses were so touching and yearning,
so perfectly life-like and human
when your soft voice sent them on their way to people's hearts.
If I knew that I'd touch the sky with my verses
and revive you
to warm my cold heart,
and the entire cold world around me,
I would agree at once to brand my verses with my own blood.
But the sun is still so cold
and shining like gold:
cold and deadly blinding;

They say that the night,
the dark night,
is the right place for dying,
but you know, my one and only,
that this is not true,
because you left me when the sun shone at its brightest,
and when the golden stream murmured across the white heavenly fields
gilding our verses.
Oh, Lord, death in a golden dress must be so noble,
when it takes the soul to meet the angels.
You know, my one and only,
that our verses
that joined us with an unbreakable brace of love and immortal memories,
these dear and painfully lively verses are my only link to you now.
While solitude whips me, I voice myself in our verses
into the sky,
to approach you
so closely as to hear your voice
when you read our verses to angels.
While the present haunts me to the past,
I am chasing my spirit towards the golden cradle
to become a blood brother to the newborn verse,
because my end is near;

They say that the night,
the dark night,
is the right place for dying,
but my place is on the golden hearse,
right next to the golden cradle,
right next to the newborn verse,
when the sun is at its warmest and brightest,
when the sun's golden hearts is lively ticking in fiery breasts –
so that death may await me in the golden cradle,
like you, my one and only,
so that we may sow our verses
along white heavenly fields:
because it cannot be any other way,
it should not be any other way
in the name of eternal love.

©Walter William Safar
 
  






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Shoes

The theme is quite difficult,
might be time to catapult
but wait...

Every noun has its day
High-heeled or feng-shui
Athletic, prosthetic, flip-floppy

Misty, my darling
your toenails a-sparkling
rise up, dodge that train, walk away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My name is Nancy
The name of the contest is "In the Afterglow"

thanks, nette, for the inspiration!


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a song for alice

she always answered to the name of alice
and lived alone in her own reality
wandering along a lonely highway-
that led to places no one else could see

holding conversation with the shadows
that drift across the walls of this old home*
where the restless voices go on calling-
from the corners of her mind where they all roam

alice has a visitor this evening-
an acquaintance she had known from way back when
a sudden understanding grows upon her
and she knows they'll be together once again

and somewhere under cover of the darkness
two spirits slip away into the night
in love,by light of moon the silent partners-
kiss and simply vanish from all sight

a nurses aide is making rounds this morning
and she finds her lying by her bedroom door
she calls her name but alice doesn't answer-
for alice doesn't live here anymore

she calls her name but alice doesn't answer-
for alice doesn't live here anymore

*old folks or nursing home


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Poetry I'm loving you

Poetry where were you and why didn't I love you when I 
was first introduced to you? The last seven months I've 
loved and lived you, almost like I ate and drunk you, slept 
and breathe you. You speak to me magnificently, let me 
use my imagination emotionally and sensually. When I'm 
asked what inspires me to write, you simply say because 
the love you've introduced to my past life to.

Poetry I speak your name but never in vain, I search the 
depth of my soul to express you, you call my name so I 
write you. You flow through me so fluently, like a non-stop 
rainfall through a valley, so this love I feel for you is 
unconditionally. I first learn to you spiritually, through the 
bible you teach your love clearly so thank you for mommy 
and daddy. Love through poetry I'll continue to write because 
I'm loving the peace it brings to my life.


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Zodiac(song)

[Intro]
Capricorn Capicorn Capricorn, Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius, Pi-ces, Aries Aries 
Aries, Taurus Taurus Taurus, Gem-i-ni, Cancer Cancer Cancer, Leo Leo Leo, Vir-
go, Libra Libra Libra, Scorpio Scorpio Scorpio, Sag-i-tar-ius (repeated throughout 
song)
[Verse 1]
Keep an eye out and make sure you look around, I got a small hunch that i'ma 
find what i'm searchin' for. That prime king B that knows just how to please me, 
i'm aaskin every guy i see his name and his sign, if he got the lucky answers i'ma 
have to make him mine
[Chorus]
 Boy whats goin' on wit you i'm tryna get to chill wit you, Whats yo name and 
whats yo sign because you shonuff fine, it's the zodiac attraction, zodi-zodiac 
attrac-tion
[Verse 2]
I'm glad that you caught me now because i'm feelin' real good, or maybe bein' 
next to you got me feelin' hot, you send out these sexy vibes and got me wantin' 
you more and more,and more and more,and more and more and more, man 
whats goin' on wit me, why am i actin like this? yo sign is callin' to me i can't help 
myself
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Just bring your hand to mine thats all that it will take, to set this fire to a 
spark,we've got a special bond and thats the zodiac bond
[Chorus]


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Little Miss Sure-Shot

Pretty funny name for a girl—her name traveled ‘round the world,
“little Miss Sure-Shot” they called her everywhere.
She sure shootin’ earned her fame—“Annie Oakley” was her other name—
She blasted those little glass balls right out of the air…
And  a Winchester rifle became that girl’s best friend!

Little Miss Sure-Shot, you shot through our hearts back then;
And the likes of your marksmanship won’t be seen again.
Little Miss Sure-Shot you shot through our hearts back then…
In your cowgirl costume you rode through our Western dream.

Her Daddy died when she was ten—she picked up a rifle and then
She filled up the table with rabbits and quail to eat.
At fifteen she met her man—good lookin’ with a gun in his hand;
He tried to outshoot her but that hero, he got beat.
So he married little Annie—they hit the bull’s eve with their love!

She done pretty good for a girl  Her boss he took her ‘round the world—
Buffalo Bill on that Wild West show-biz trail.
From Memphis to Cheyenne—she shook Queen Victoria’s hand,
Little Miss sure-Shot, her aim it never failed….
And she shot a cigarette out of Kaiser Wilhelm’s mouth!


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Historical Heros

What's up with all this hatred in the world?
Off the top of my head I can name at least three people that could always see the "big
picture."
Dr.King used his knowledge and his speaking abilities to persuade people to become one.
Rosa Parks endured hardship just 'cause she sat in the front of the bus.
Malcolm X preached with authority and truancy.

Oops, I guess I can name four 'cause Michael loved the trees.
I'm not talking about the basketball star but the one who I always pray to before I dance.
I feel like I owe something to them but I always screw up.

I can make anything happen in my head but when it comes to words, It's better to let
Motormouth say the words in a two second story.
Why is it that no one kid WANTS to remember these names?
They were key players in this world in trying to make the world a better place.

"Yes we can" is what Obama said but are our hearts content?
We still do the idiotic things we did before but at least we don't have Bush to encourage
our rage.


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Angel

Just to look at this angel is astounding,
She gives me eternal shivers down my spine that shift down and give me cold feet, Her with
a symmetrical spine, wings on both sides with a width far enough to make her fly beyond words,

an out of this world, woman, making her field trip from heaven to us, then me,
she not an attraction but to her I'm attracted, shes on the top of my mind, her name on
the tip of my tongue, she takes the air from my lungs, making it hard to breathe,

Of what God crafted she one of His best works, she stands and stays at the apex of beauty,
I'm hoping her halo shall bind us together, having no intentions of breaking it, She has
the most attracting eyes that distracted me prior to the moment when we locked eyes, with
the mind of a scholar and the body only a goddess should have, she never ceases to amaze
me as my belief in angels never cease to decrease and further amaze me,

lazy angels never carry their wings,
no shes no lazy angel, I just wonder when her wings shall bring these entities and have
them intertwined, after she enters me, I enter internal relief.mind and heart, her heart
is a diamond ring encrusted with my name on the inside, curse the sun as he competes with
her for a more beautiful sight, as he sets in the west,

she rises in the east with a moonlit beauty, while she is the simile that says she is like
the moon in which she shines on me, and lightens my mood like a heavy burden, but she
promises to bury burdens beneath both benevolent feet, an incredible feat I have bestowed
upon myself; to try and fly like her and maybe have a picnic on the moon, while the stars
are our candles, I can use the oncoming comets to let her wear my jacket as we look
further in the night sky,

Planning to ride around Saturn's rings, making revolving revolutions, me making evolving
evolutions into a better man with a better mind in mind, wherever we fly, we fly in the
same direction, and for her to her man she is just like a reflection.


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when fire met oil

never wanted to be alone

all my life that's all it's been

one big show of happiness

one long trail of tears

never wanting to be alone

i pretend i'm all i need

i've gotta be somebody,anybody, but myself

i want to live each day as my last

hoping i'd attract someone like you

waiting all my life

pretending i'm all that i need

then you come into the picture

that's when fire met oil

burning my dreams to the ground

into a pile of ash

crashing what dignity i had

i bit off more than i could chew

as i brushed the ashes off

just so i wasn't alone

you've made a name for yourself

that's one step up from being nobody

now your the asshole

that everyone's talking about

the one that everyone's staring at

now your the one alone

and i'm standing in the crowd

making a name for myself

i'm not alone

thanks to your hard lesson

when fire met oil