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Written By: D. Collins 7/1/23
No one can re-write what I can regurgitate.
Which is being a Black Man in the United States.
Born and raised, so I bring it firsthand.
Only those in my shoes can feel where I am.
Does teaching of Pangaea land a parent in jail?
Speaking of Malcolm X, will it get you no bail?
Uttering Martin Luther King might get you the maximum?
In which time handed down includes your great, grandson?
Well, if I get locked up because they want me on the low.
Generations after me will have it long, before I go.
A lot of black students won't attend universities.
Because of wordsmithing it's called "Diversity".
There were only Black Souls who died clearing the fields.
Now, newcomers are stepping up to claim the yield.
Yeah, Li'L Homey, I'm here to tell you no lie.
As long as I'm living Black History won't die.
I will teach them of Jimi Hendrix, who played upside down.
Even give them a little taste of some Louie Armstrong.
I stand convicted, willing to do my time.
As long as Black History never dies....
It's just so good the sound of Rock 'n' Roll,
Add in rhythm and blues it's hard to choose,
The way it moves you touches your soul,
It's great the feeling when you have the blues.
Playing some AC/DC in the night,
Or Muddy Waters and Stevie Ray Vaughan,
Guaranteed it will make you feel alright,
Some prefer to listen to a love song.
Personally, I love guitar music,
Jimi Hendrix is my favourite one,
The way he strummed those strings with his pick,
And I love many songs that he has sung.
So the next time you may be feeling down,
See a live band, have a night on the town.
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(Ten syllables per line)
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They needed to create something to save this industry. It is really needed. People don't know that the pride of an industry is in that one product that everyone prides and is envous of. they wish they had invented it. Softshell clams are delicate enough to enjoy in a different dishes. The creation of the clam waffle with potatoes, bacon, chives, sourcream and topped with cream cheese and maple syrup is a novel if not great treat for people in every genre. It would be apprecated.
we wanna sell one hundred plates for breakfast. 100 plates for dinner.
and One hundred plates for supper.
in addition we wanna sell bacon sandwiches. Sausage sandwiches. And steak dinners with salds and watermelon drinks. We tryna get the recipe down so the Fella at the Factory can get his thang straight and we can be aligned and in alignment. Mafango Mannoes and that delicous Candain Maple syrup. and Who can for get that southern style or northern style smoked bacon. And the Sourcream is a dutch type treat. We are gonna have it so that McDonalds and Roy Rogers will sell these thangs! Malaguena, we just need two men who like music history enough to be willing to make hstory using a quote that celebrated guitar music. That being said, we are looking to inspire a movement were people can buy our clam waffles and sit down and the theme song they'd hear would sound like the fusion between Jimi Hendrix and Roy ClARK: ( foreal and dueling solo, that would be added to a lyrical compromise.) Who's better I don't know ask Roy Clark!
It’s coming can’t you feel it
Something, absolutely wrong
They’re preaching greed and hatred
In the lyrics to their song
The precipice we’re perched upon
Hums! like a ticking bomb
As they herald their New Order
Their Future Babylon
Iniquity in every song
They share the Devils creed
The Puppets spilling secrets
That their Masters want revealed
Biblical immorality
No longer lies concealed
They sign their souls to Satan
Playing out the cards He’s dealed
The Forever 27 Club
Laid open to them all
Each soul is worth the same to Him
The writing’s on the wall
Janis Joplin, Morrison
Winehouse and Cobain
Jimi Hendrix, Robert Johnson
Made a Faustian exchange
The Beatles, Sergeant Peppers
David Bowies ‘Quicksand’
The Great Beast, loyally lauded
Crowley’s led them by the hand
They herald each new master
They applaud the righteous wrong
The Crossroads call at Midnight
Gathering soldiers in their song
Bianca, Cookie, Shady
Sasha Fierce and Luke the Drifter
An exponential family
Ri Ri, Lola, Twisted Sister
As Above, then so Below
Both egos need their names
There’s no-one who they seem, it seems
Duality’s the Game
The Boss don’t like these dizzy heights
Come shake hands with the Devil
The Devil’s in the detail
Hell and Heaven, on one level
Cos Lucifer, He ain’t greedy
Though He likes to thwart Gods plans
Shylock seeks his pound of flesh
Satan, only 21 grams
The sacrificial lambs line up
Like Isaacs only child
A soulless congregation
Cos there’s No Church in the Wild
It’s coming can’t you feel it
Something, absolutely wrong
They’re preaching greed and hatred
In the lyrics to their song
The precipice we’re perched upon
Hums! like a ticking bomb
As they herald their New Order
Their Future Babylon
Word Lyric #9 for Music
“Testimonies of Old Hippies”
We are still traveling by the speed of mind,
We’re the old freaks, and survivors of the great Be In,
Winsome hippie girls, now old and still kind,
Play pan flutes with feathers glued to their skin.
We were there when Joe and Jimi stole the big show,
With their mythic renderings cast in vinyl stone,
What was it? Where are we? We did not exactly know,
Janis and Pete and Alvin Lee lacerated the night alone.
And we heard The Bear boogie on down the wooded road.
Some of us saw magic mushrooms smiling on a giant toad.
Richie Havens and Carlos Santana let it all fly as we sat there,
Far away into mind space, their epic explosions resounded,
Electric guitar hysterics with screaming rants compounded,
We were all laid to waste there, in the rock n’ roll blare.
We old freaks still travel by the speed of mind,
Old dudes, and hippie girls hang around and are still kind,
We still secretly toke at midnight, all of us with the ghosts,
Of Joe and Jimi, when they sliced the sky, before that vast host.
What sad fate does all of these celebrities likely have in common?
Aaliyah
Aaron Hernandez
Abraham Lincoln
Amy Winehouse
Anna Nicole Smith
Bob Marley
Brandon Lee
Brittany Murphy
Bruce Lee
Buddy Holly
Christopher Wallace - Notorious B.I.G.
Elvis Presley
Frank Zappa
George Washington
Gianni Versace
Grace Kelly
Heath Ledger
Jeffrey Epstein
Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix
Joan Rivers
John F. Kennedy
John F. Kennedy, Jr.
John Lennon
John Todd
King Leopold II of Austria
Kobe Bryant
Kurt Cobain
Lee Harvey Oswald
Lou Reed
Malcolm X
Marilyn Monroe
Martin Luther King Jr
Michael Jackson
Otis Redding
Paul Walker
Pope John Paul I
Prince
Princess Diana
Ritchie Valens
Robert F. Kennedy
Robin Williams
Sam Cooke
Seth Rich
Stanley Kubrick
The Big Bopper
Tupac Shakur
Vince Foster
Whitney Houston
XXXTentacion
He started a club, but was completely unaware..
That many would follow, and join his despair.
Robert Johnson the first, was a pioneer of rock..
Poisoned by jealousy his life came to stop.
Another one joined and his name was Brian Jones..
He was a founding member of the band "The Rolling Stones".
He took drugs and alcohol and decided to swim..
But the grim reaper had made other plans for him.
Canned Heats Alan Wilson, was too blind to see..
That he would be next making him number three.
LSD and alcohol took Jimi Hendrix as well..
A heroin overdose had Janice Joplin under a spell.
A poet, philosopher and lyricist of the Doors..
Constantly pushing boundaries and upseting the laws
Cocaine, heroin and drinking made him late..
And this is how James Morrison met his awfull fate.
Another founding member, this time "Grateful Dead"..
Ron Mckernan loved to drink and his liver was overfed.
Pete Ham from Badfinger the lead man to sing..
Just days before his birthday his membership locked in.
Grunge man of Nirvana, the demise of Kurt Cobain..
Mental illness and drugs and conspiracies to explain.
And last but not least as Im sure there will be more..
Amy Winehouse decided to knock on heavens door.
In a matter of 27 years in the peak of their prime..
This club was formed by age, and left imprints in time!
Their lifestyles were fast and they never listened to advice..
And at the age of 27 they payed the ultimate price!
Purple Haze
A melody maker.
First song, Hey Joe.
A left handed guitar player.
Started in Harlem.
Played songs like Muddy Water.
The greatest guitar player.
Died at 27.
Always played high volume.
Another song is Purple Haze.
The Wind Cries Mary.
Don’t forget Woodstock 1969.
What a great life.
He lived in London, England.
A record deal not going empty handed.
Passed away on my birthday.
I couldn’t have met you anyway.
The love of music.
A great songwriter, and you know it.
Stone free.
Play another song for me.
Those were the days.
A guitar sound through melody.
His name was Jimi Hendrix.
Played left-handed
The great Elvis Presley stole the show
When it came to music, fast and slow
Patsy Cline could sing so sweet and fine
Without a doubt, her voice would shine
Hank Williams had a son with his name
Like father, like son – they claimed fame
Ray Charles played despite being blind
His listeners knew he was one of a kind
Aretha Franklin had a voice of pure gold
It was certain that her records were sold
Jimi Hendrix’s music would travel the world
As his listeners swayed, twirled and swirled
Elvis said Orbison was the world’s greatest singer
With a three-octave voice, his voice would linger
With Ring of Fire, Johnny Cash became world renown
His vocals rebuilt faith in those who’d been beat down
Me and Bobby McGee made this lady legendary
Janis Joplin was a soul who was far from ordinary
Diana Ross played for those who loved to hear her
With a voice like an angel, she made the soul purr
Cher demonstrated what it means to believe in yourself
With confidence and guts, she’ll never be put on a shelf
Stevie Wonder made the heart feel like it has been blessed
Without a doubt, he stirred feelings the heart would attest
The Beatles, the Rolling Stones and so many other singers
Knew the meaning of giving the 60’s its assembly of swingers
I hear he's a wimner Poetry Contest
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May 16, 2023
Forbidden Chocolate
I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling,
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.
I had donned white earbuds in Barstow,
Connected umbilically,
To my ITunes universe,
And stoned as Hendrix himself,
On forbidden chocolate,
I rode in the windowed lounge car
At midnight,
Observing the vast darkness of America,
At 90 miles an hour.
As Jimi dazzled me with Voodoo Child,
From 1968,
On his white Fender stratocaster,
I saw before me,
The imploding annihilation of the universe,
With passing strobe-light torpedoes,
Pelting my mind like exploding hail stones;
The distant country lights flying by,
And through me,
In a whirring surreal-like blur.
I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Across the California expanse
Of wind and sand and stars;
Across the rich pallets
Of Arizona and New Mexico,
The upper tranquil reaches
Of southern Colorado;
The high flat Kansas plains,
Listening to Jimi tear apart the world
Like a rampaging Godzilla,
Coming into Tokyo with his fiery axe!
I saw colors and shadows,
And strange tracings out there,
Flickering like swamp bugs
In the dry darkness,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling,
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.