/Boom Bap Reverie
Crates cracked open in dusk-lit basements/
Needles tracing dust on grooves of gold, Soul samples looped—forgotten statements resurrected from wax, stories retold/
Basslines thump like city heartbeats, Hi-hats flicker, snare drums snap, old school wisdom in concrete streets, Cyphers ignite in a boom bap trap/
Chopped horns echo in subway tunnels, Scratch of vinyl, a DJ’s prayer, Freestyle poets, words like funnels pouring truth in the midnight air/
Apollo Brown dreams in sepia tones, Soul-worn records, crate diggers’ pride, Underground kingdom, built on bones of legends who never died/
So, spin that hour of rare instrumental. Let nostalgia ride the groove in every sample/ Hip Hop's past is still on fire/, and hip hop’s spirit finds its truth/
thunders sudden boom
shakes even the oceans waves
as lightening laughs
Rabbits thrive beneath our sweet-potato vines, quite the cozy retreat~
free flowers, fresh veggies, and rent so cheap they’ll never leave their suite.
Breath breath.
Because the car that will cause the accident is being made now.
Crackling in that warehouse.
Shine all over.
I am able to predict the future.
Of car accidents and not much else.
Severed.
I wish it was.
Know stuff like the breathlessness that happens all the time, striking, premonitions.
Premonitions but I only need one.
I passed out from that crunch in my neck.
From that jolt.
I never drove again, you just don’t.
But three weeks later I was a passenger.
Sitting on the wrong side of- boom.
Just because you don’t drive?
Doesn’t mean people don’t go anywhere anymore.
We’re the travelers.
And the pit stops aren’t our own.
Noises cease
Energies shift
Heads turn
Motions freeze
Voices cheer
Legends bow
Posters appear
Checks flow
Screams
Beams
Fit
Hits
BOOM
old slag value, as valuable as Value allows it
Then as a valuable secondary source,
the slag resulted from the gold-bearing
electrolytic mud smelting
contains up to 0.8–15 k g t-1
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Coal Ash experiments
sorted theories and Soughted formulas.
Coal ash pits using sewage,
sawdust, and other
dissuaded organics
to recreate renewable coal.
Leaves, shredded wood chipped
wood ash, tobacco stalks
straw hat manure compose
all will be mixed and allowed to
cure to recreate a renewable
source for energy.
Racheter l'ancien Walmart du comté de McDowell,
en Virginie-Occidentale, pour créer un nouveau
magasin et contribuer à la relance
de l'industrie charbonnière locale.
Musique pour basson et cor d'harmonie
Ce genre de musique « Ooh Baby »
I see the ticking time bomb on the wall
As I sit in a chair with my hands tied behind my back not able to escape
My breath goes to my chest
As I hear the ticking time bomb go tick. Tick. Tick!
I know there is no escape
So I sit here and try to find some peace with my eventual demise
I close my eyes because I do not want to see what becomes of me
And I cry for myself for the life I have lost and the life I will not have.
Gloom blooms as more bombs boom;
Even saints are tainted by crimson stains.
Fears tear through cradle-cries,
And withered blood floods the clustered gutters.
A prowl of projectiles surrounds their bounds;
Wounds whine on a round ground.
Pleas fail to heal the skin’s impetigo—
As silence stains the lens.
Then violence dons another garment,
While silence lies dormant;
Cries from festered wounds pry the dry, wry air,
As echoes crawl along.
All goes to soothe egos,
They boast with coats of loathes in floated boats,
In self-conceit concerts,
They celebrate nothing, noting no woe.
Wicked wicks don’t wink weak,
They sow discord and spit splintered discourse,
They supplant hate as baits,
And their words plunge the world to more dangers.
Peace peeks through a bombed hole at round tables,
Yet war speaks through their mouths;
Those who would quell the spell still sow their guile,
While skies scold, souls lie cold.
Show off dance moves
Style and grace smooth
Drinking and enjoying the music
Romance faceoff
Disco Ball flow
Dancing holding on tight and don’t let go
Couples after couples
Dance Floor of encouragement of get nerve and get up and dance
Once in a lifetime moment
You may not have this chance again
Embrace the closeness
Don’t be surprised if you can a sudden kiss
That split second you will always remember that moment of that certain woman or man
Chemistry beyond the school experiment
Eye to Eye caption
Dance and love forming together
Heart on fire
The impact of desire
Boom Boom love
Explosive insight.
dogs and I sit on their porch
sniffing lilacs in the country air
relaxed, unhurried, unworried
BOOM!
fireworks or a gun?
everything changes
No one crows, no one gloats
no spin, no contrived quotes
Just a sober nation taking stock
of the world it just shocked
Has anybody noticed the proliferation of white-tailed deer?
Recently, there have been so many running around here.
In order to obviate causing a collective bothersome fuss,
they roam at night to avoid contact with *****sapiens (that's us).
Deer seem to be playing chicken when they run in front of my car.
If they make contact, they certainly won't go far!
I have to beep my horn to get them out of my way.
Once they are gone, they can live to see another day.
Tick-tick.
We gathered, huddled tight,
Eyes to the screen, hearts alight.
There she was, her smile aglow,
"My teacher," I whispered, "is ready to go."
Tick-tick.
The engines ignite,
A pillar of fire, a streak of white.
Cheers erupt, "Go Challenger, go!"
Her voice still rings: "I'll teach you, I know."
Whoosh. Whoosh.
The rocket climbs,
Thirty seconds, sixty times.
She’s up there now, soaring high,
A teacher who reached to touch the sky.
Crack-pop.
A gasp, a flare.
The fire splits the frosty air.
"What's happening?" I dared to say,
But silence stole the words away.
Boom.
The cloud twists wide,
A shape of loss, a nation cried.
Seventy-three seconds, all undone,
The lesson ended, never begun.
Tick-tick.
The years go by,
I still look upward, asking why.
She promised dreams, she taught us hope,
Her voice helps countless students cope.
My teacher went boom,
But she didn’t fall.
Her courage echoes,
In us all.
eyes open
the day is a rose
blooming fresh with springtime
tight bud of sleep unfolds
gently
to embrace the blossom of dawn
Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
The neighbors behind us have been celebrating the 4th of July
Since the twenty-second of June
Today is July fifth.
We had hoped they might be out of fireworks
No such luck.
Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
It sounds like two bottle rockets just exploded on our roof.
How many more fireworks could they have?
This has been going on two to four hours a night for over a week!
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