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Years of charisma and luring talk
Have made the sages of the hour
But their hold will lie lined in chalk
Shot dead by one demonstration of power
For silver and gold they had none
But such as they had they gave
And suddenly a man once owned by another man
Was no more a slave
Knowledge without experiential benefit
Was just but weight and clutter to the head
And when the wonder working power hit the street
Much of our hunger was fed
But people will always forget
And treat casually God's Power and Grace
Only to wake up to woes and regret
And with strong points we plead our case
The King of kings is no king like kings
These kings must to Him pay homage
To whom they owe all their kingdoms and things
And under whom they must sit for tutilage.
K. Muitherero
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[Intro]
(Sensual R&B beat starts playing)
In the old world, where grandeur reigns
Luxury and opulence, the elevated trains
Royalty and high-class, a world apart
Where the elite reside, and the wealthy start
[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like a king, got my crown on tight
Maybach music playing, it's a royal night
I'm sipping on the finest, got my feet on the floor
I'm the master of my fate, and I'm asking for more
In the Great Basin, where the Shoshone roam
I'm the Snake Indian, with the rhythm in my bones
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Verse 2]
Northern Paiute people, we're co-located in style
Federally recognized, our tribe's worth your while
We're dancing through the night, with the music in our souls
Our traditional settlements, where our ancestors made us whole
From the mountains to the valleys, our legacy remains
We're the royalty of the land, with the snake's deadly games
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Bridge]
In the old world, where the grandeur reigns
We're the modern-day royalty, with the Maybach music and the gains
We're living life like kings and queens, with the luxury at our feet
We're the masters of our fate, with the sensual beat
[Outro]
(Sensual R&B beat continues to play)
Snake you up, snake you up, one last time
We're the Snake Indians, with the rhythm and the crime
Snake you up, snake you up, it's a royal affair
With the luxury and the opulence, we're leaving you impaired.
Note: The lyrics are written in a way that pays homage to the Shoshone people and their culture, while also incorporating the themes of luxury, opulence, and grandeur. The repetition of "snake you up" is meant to be a sensual and rhythmic element, rather than a literal reference to the snake.
My final time with God
Happened a year latter
I was staying down in Goa
With my wife
Enjoying being with her
After our reconciliation
We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa
Living like Kings and Queen
Just for a few days
High up on a hill
Overlooking the beach
Every morning I went down to the beach
And did yoga by the water
While contemplating life
And every morning
I saw the same dog
Not just a dog
But a cosmic dog
Filled with the divine spark of God
And the dog recognized me
And spoke to me and I knew
That God was present once more
In the face of the that cosmic dog
Kindred spirit
perhaps to the cosmic cat
that had save my soul
in Berkeley so long ago
I told the dog everything
And he just looked at me
With those soulful eyes of his
And I knew he knew that I knew
That he was possessed by God
God had sent him to me
To make sure that I was on the right path
That the reconciliation that God had promoted
Was on track that I was back with my wife
And that everything was the way it should be
Again I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah
Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha
God the cosmic dog just stared at me
I finally asked him directly
Say if you are God the God of Jesus
Bark once
The Dog looked at me and barked
I said well if you are Allah bark twice
The dog barked twice
Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes
The god dog barked three times
Hmm well are you Satan
The dog growled at me
And I knew I had gone too far
Finally I was at peace
And for the next three days
The God Dog was my constant companion
And I knew God for the final time
In my life
There Once Was A Man ...
There once was a man, oh so brave
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
Well, him being the host
To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves ...
and not being too keen
About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wifes, called them slaves
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
But they paid him no mind,
’Caus his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in -
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’
October 2025
Dalton Ogletree
You better always have faith,
And keep your mind straight in this giant rat race.
If you sit still, you’ll slip out of place,
Never try — don’t cry when you get last place.
I was living half-awake, half-baked,
Burnin’ through paychecks — habits I can’t shake.
The aftertaste hit harder than the heartbreak,
Hidin’ my pain behind a calm, masked face.
Need focus like a beam, can’t sleep on these snakes,
Watch ’em chase tails in a blind man’s race.
Fragile as pride on a glass plate,
Talk tough till the mask breaks.
Soft souls guarded by a brass gate,
Actin’ like kings but they move second-rate.
At times we all catch a bad break,
But pressure makes diamonds — that’s fate.
Turn the tide, this life moves fast-paced,
In a vast space where few find grace.
Even if you’re late to the handshake,
Still climb high, cut through that red tape.
When the grind clicks, it begins to take shape,
Some give none, just stuff their fat face.
There’ll be blood, sweat, tears, and backaches,
But every crack builds strength when the past breaks.
Life floods and drains — it gives, it takes,
Every dam breaks once you hold too much weight.
Let it flow, don’t drown in the heartbreak —
The world still shines, even if you can’t relate.
So keep your faith.
Through the struggle, the pain, the landscapes —
When the world shakes, remember what it takes:
To rise, rebuild, and reshape.
You better always have faith.
Nowhere in the wide world
is death so stunning,
so beautiful as in our
wooded lands-- a plethora
of colors and shades
as dying leaves clutch
desperate to their trees
until they can no more.
Here and there
a Japanese Maple
seems to burst over-
night into volcanic flame,
its leaves dripping the
molten red of lava
as the lowering sun
streaks through
its myriad spires.
And we walk like kings
on thick carpets of gold,
feeling keener of life
by the sharp cool air,
a temp somewhere
between the deep,
deep heat of birth
and desolated
frozen death.
For some of us,
autumn is sadness
personified: presage
of one's finality.
For others, it's a
season of glory,
death's door
adorned.
Like a gentle tear from God
Rain splashes the windows, erasing
Marks of dust, grime and grunge
With sparkling drops, embracing
The wonders of fresh reflections
Enlightening, delighting, replacing
The stains of a troublesome world
Like a yearning from heaven
Sunlight whispers across the meadow
Guiding thoughts to our Creator
Who gave us this light to bestow
A wispy, nimble inspirational warmth
Through our hearts on the rainbow
Coming alive, dancing, dazzling, brilliant
Like a note from the greatest melody
Thunder falls across the sky, snatching
The moments with a firm, loud voice
Meant to remind of the lightening, matching
Clouds and colors, hues of tenderness
Murmuring through the night, catching
All the stars as they twinkle with delight
Like soft feathers floating in the air
Snow caresses the naked breath with wonder
Breaking through the thoughts with a smile
Captured by those who came out to plunder
The miraculous laughter stirred by a blanket
Of white, coloring spirits so they’ll never blunder
Awakening lives to the grace of God’s marvels
Like a dream floating on the heart, fog comes
Blowing sighs of misty visions through the soul
Promising to keep the faith of those who give
Hope filled with prayers of thanks to console
Sprays of blessings reach beyond the vapors
Expressions of songs which will make you whole
Pieces of steamy relief, easing hearts from grief
The weather brings wisdom that radiates
Peace, purity and praise to the One who brings
This phenomenon sent from His kingdom
Where the music from His heart always sings
Bringing fulfillment to the soul who remembers
His grace assures believers they’ll reign like kings
Because God gave us a Son who outlasts all seasons!
I drink of your company
I dine on your laughter
I bathe in your kisses
and glow ever after
You fuel me, my darling
we are a force divine
And I believe this love of ours
will outlast the tests of time
Dance with me at dinner
split dessert and make me smile
Drive me to the lookout
let’s go watch the moon rise
Tell me about the books you’ve read
and houses you have made
The projects that still call your name
the foundations you have laid
And I will share my day with you
the little things life did
What silly thing the pets pulled off
how the neighbor children hid
behind the fort they built again
like kings of cardboard dreams
And we will laugh like love’s still new
though older now we seem
We will talk for hours
two grown souls absorbed in us
Holding hands like children do
to life we’ll raise a toast
Then head on home
and head to bed
with nothing left to mend
And do it all together, love
the very next day again
And I will bring my day to you
all its odd and tender things
The mischief of the animals
the joy the evening brings
And we will laugh like fools in love
still dazzled by the spark
Two grown hearts with young hands
walking brightly through the dark
Ohhhh ohhhhh
Not every love is thunder
not every fire must burn
Some are made of quiet joys
and all the small returns
A table, talk, a moonlit drive
a hand I know is mine
A thousand simple moments
making something so divine
Dance with me at dinner
split dessert and make me smile
Drive me to the lookout
let’s go watch the moon rise
Tell me all your dreams again
I’ll tell you everything
And we will live this tender life
inside the songs we sing
mmmmmmm mmmmmm
I drink of your company
I dine on your laughter
I bathe in your kisses
and glow ever after
Wooden voices hollowed out decline
Reject reality inclinations
Floor boards and walls ache with pain, paint and clutter
An empty room stands rejected
Becomes resigned, exposed to portals of lost time
What once was a pink apartment poor
Bums inhabit now from gutters
Live like kings for a week
Yellowed walls draw attention in a frown
To a cancer for a chance of being rented
One burnt out light hangs in the chamber
Not on center stage but from the ceiling
Feeling every bit of gray from age
Filaments of light bulbs don't discriminate
Tenements collapse and so do they
A map is not required in the dark
Floors seek no approval
Sounds creak
That is enough to find your way about
Will you marry me?...enamored the deep gaze.
Twenty years ago , I mesmerised into your maze.
Razzled dazzled life, beleaguered in myriad phase.
Pristine peace I found, hugged in your embrace.
Those quarrels and niggles, grudge, grin of grumble.
Those laurels and giggles, touch within was humble.
Annoy of careless throws, those wet towels on bed.
I waited for your rose,... that 'wow' you never said.
In silence reigned Love, so majestic like kings.
I grew strong in your arms, you flew high on my wings.
You're still the one...tentacled together.
You're still the one...pinnacled forever.
The Trust of our old treasure...
Our love ?...How do we measure?
15th September 2018.
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