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I will follow you wherever you may go
So you better slow down cause you're moving too fast
Oh baby how I want this moment to last
My love plum out of sight
In my heart how this all fits so tight
When I am with you everything in my world
Feels just right
I will follow you wherever our love may go
So we better slow down cause we both know
Our love will grow strong enough to last
Until we get it just right we never want to let
Our love out of sight
The love we feel is the real deal and is worth the fight
I will follow you wherever you may go
So be sure to go slow so we both know
Everytime the wind blows the more our love shows
You cast your love upon me night after night
Waking up every morning at first light
Knowing our future together is so bright
I will follow you wherever you may go
So you better slow down cause you're moving too fast
Oh baby how I want this moment to last
Now that I have followed you
All my dreams have come true
Through and through I will always love you
Who knew our love would never be blue
I was so lucky when I found what I have in you
That makes my heart feel shiny and new
Shirley, I am ?,
more than the sum of this black, cold stone – believed.
Shirley, there is more to me than I have stated – perceived.
Surely I am more than that ? Shirley, I can be retrieved
from these thoughts, these memories of, and finally be relieved
of the guilt’s, the regrets that for years, plagued my day
with all that was laid before me, what I let slip, silently away.
Thoughts of, memories, forgiveness is what I most pray
for all who, like you, my heart, my soul, my spirit did lay.
Clouds fill the skies, shadows fill the eyes, nothing more
is capable of slipping out of, or into my steeled door.
All there is, walks, talks, sunsets caressing, kissing a sandy shore,
this is all that this old soul, this young fool, Mr. cool, looks for.
Shirley, you are able to see the gate, opening into my yard,
and know, inside will grow, many an inadequate word this bard
will lay upon the page, trying to express, what comes so hard
to one who knows, a poet he is not but an infinitesimal shard
of a holographic image projected across time for you to see,
to understand, beyond what it was, I was thought to be.
Shirley, some truths come to light, casting shadows of me
on the face of space, that might reveal the real deal, set us all free.
Shirley, digging into passing time’s, shifting sand,
with a crystal clear hour glass in one’s hand,
will ? - be the test of my wasted time – stand
among the faded, veiled memories of friends,
or will I ?, having reached out and touched the ends
of all, find there is no one left who defends
what is left of my life, left of y name,
to tell or to listen to the stories of my life’s game,
or will my life come to an end as it came ?
Does it really matter ?, Shirley, it will be the same
as it has always been and will always be for me,
a vaporous image whispering past – nothing to see
of what once was, what I am, or could be
and so, off to the lands of our beginning – the sea,
where all ends up some day, to play and be free.
This one has rode the wild winds of chance,
from birth , to living life, to deaths solemn dance.
Somewhere ?, among these adventures, enjoyed some romance
that offered love, passion – communion to enhance
my days, nights, dream filled, memories hoard
Groove Culture
yo, to the mixes that keep on flowing, jazzy house, the real deal, a natural movement, let that rhythm heal/
Groove Culture, WHOOO YEAAA, blast it out, let the world hear you shout/
with huge speakers thumping In the trunk of your ride/ feel the heartbeat let the bassline guide you with some of the sickest slickest beats in your drive/
James Brown’s got his sex machine workin’/
the dude had style and was a true pioneer/ JB funkified the soul of the nation/ and lit up drive-in back set love-making/
Nasty girls moving, Booty up, baby, living the dream/
hip Hoppers, standin’ tall, much respect to DMX, Black Rob, Shock G, and Biz Markie, legends for all time, their echoes live on, eternally/
people gonna be jamming to their cuts a hundred years from now/
man, rap, hip hop, music that transcends time/
rap and basketball from the 90s/what a slam jam/
so let’s celebrate the sound in the round/ the rhythm that unites, never uptight/
In the heart of the groove, where we love to do the Humpty Hump Dance/
Massive respect, and many blessings, keep it real people/
In this culture of mayhem, threats, and political gain/
keep the truth alive with no pain…
Are the people in adds mostly real
Or mostly virtual
With only a few who are the real deal.
Of all the multitude of adds I have seen,
Off screen,
I have never met a real dude,
Who resembles, an add dude,
Which leaves me to conclude.
That what was once was real,
Is now virtual,
With only a few the real deal.
Am I right to conclude,
Or am I wrong to take this attitude,
Until from the adds I meet a real dude.
Of course, it could be they are all real,
And are too ashamed of their deal,
To make everything appear real.
They may be wise to conclude,
That should they meet the wrong dude,
Their virtual lie, would be known to the multitude.
Why is it not okay for me to feel this way?
You get mad everyday when my feelings I try to portray
What is it ? Can’t you meet me halfway!?
You are supossed to put your girl on display not hide her away!
Unimportant and unloved is how I feel
You have no right invalidating my feelings, for real
I can be the best woman and when treated right I am the real deal.
Let’s start this over and see what we can reveal.
Because at this point in time I have decided I’m done
You never want to be around me, and when you are you never have fun.
If I am your girl, I should be your number one
But once so much damage is done, it can’t be un-done.
I want to hold hands and laugh with you
But by the way you act it seems like we are through
I was a fool I couldn't take a clue
Cause actions speak louder than words, they really do!
I do not know the different forms of poetry
To be honest I have no desire to ascertain
So many forms and so complicated
To much confusion for my lazy brain!
I just like to write my thoughts down
A combination of heart and mind
About life and all it encompasses
Usually in a rhyme
I love reading poetry
Be it fiction or the real deal
Humorous, heartfelt, serious, dark,
All topics and opinions on how poets feel
I respect poets who love a challenge
Who appreciate the varied poetry forms
But for me just reading the names of them
Leaves my brain all tattered and torn!
Qawwali, Jueju ,Concrete
Munajat, Vogon,Tyburn, Grook
Only a handful of many
Like words out of a science fiction book!!
My personal preference is to keep it simple
Avoiding forms like Diamanté or Suzette Prime
Continuing to pen my poems
In just good old fashioned Rhyme !
I do not know the different forms of poetry
To be honest I have no desire to ascertain
So many forms and so complicated
To much confusion for my lazy brain!
I just like to write my thoughts down
A combination of heart and mind
About life and all it encompasses
Usually in a rhyme
I love reading poetry
Be it fiction or the real deal
Humorous, heartfelt, serious, dark,
Topics or opinions on how poets feel
I respect poets who love a challenge
Who appreciate the varied poetry forms
But for me just reading the names of them
Leaves my brain all tattered and torn!
Qawwali, Jueju ,Concrete
Munajat, Vogon,Tyburn, Grook
Only a handful of many
Like words out of a science fiction book!!
My personal preference is to keep it simple
Avoiding forms like Diamanté or Suzette Prime
Continuing to pen my poems
In just good old fashioned Ryhme !
The Dilettante Diaries: "The Bumble Bee Big Blue Sky Boston Two Step on Love Street"
She said, "Pffft Bumble Bees Rule,
No Bees, no World
Shy Little Hearts
Big power
freedom wings
realised
dreams into reality
unfurls
Who’s to write that story?
She’s just a girl
In a Boston Two Step World"
He said, "Stung, once bitten twice shy..."
She said, "The Devil’s in the Details -
the real deal is swallowing
“The Whole Beautiful”
Big Blue Sky
and opening mouths
tongues speak
transfer a lush kiss
shared wealth
Icarus flies out
Sun in his mouth -
It's a sinch..."
He said, "Lady Bird! Lady Bird!
Your House is on Fire!"
She said, "Long ago maybe,
the Empire now strong in unified minds
unfurls to The Town Crier
A new Kingdom
Love
Power
rising higher and higher
Ok tiger, maybe a spark now,
Not yet into bonfire"
For a Woman
that once was a
Butter would melt
in mouth Girl
dreaming unreachable
bigger blue skies
She irreverently
turns keys
in hearts
A Fire opens latches
Lacquered Chinese
puzzle boxed
pheromone trials
and strange
very odd matches
Carniolan whispers, “Bring it on”
She now smiles
and captures...
Judges 14 buzzzing bees 8
Air thick with flying honey
All Along the Watch Tower
She opens the Gate
Hendrix’s Bumble Bees speak,
in hushed reverent
unified tone,
"It’s never too late..."
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1.
https://genius.com/The-jimi-hendrix-experience-all-along-the-watchtower-lyrics
2.
"If the doorbell rang in her apartment, she would say, 'What fresh hell can this be?' — and it wasn't funny; she meant it." You might as well live: the life and times of Dorothy Parker...
3.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icarus
4. hmmm, interesting, ah that Dark Bee...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carniolan_honey_bee
5.
Secret "Bee Spell", a riddle, inserted into this Chinese Puzzle Box. Much Love, LUX VITAE x
The Blue Stones/Be My Fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znOA3xCtHfk
Deal Breaker
Our baby son was so very ill, they gave him an hour to live
The medicine we can give him may help him if we give.
There is a problem his teeth aren’t yet through
The medicine might save him, but might ruin his teeth too.
Strong drugs are needed now but the choice is up to you.
So we have to choose between his teeth or his life
That’s the deal you are offering us and him.
Yes but we do have ask you know, its hard, so please don’t give in
Well there is no choice you have given us, its plain as it can be
Just give him the drugs to save his life, his teeth we will wait and see
We can try and fast but remember he still may meet his maker
Well the teeth do not come into it; this is the real deal breaker
Ok we can had to ask, it is required and that’s the deal
There is no choice forget the teeth, it’s the boy that you must heal.
He has had very little trouble and work on his teeth over his 21 years.
I still know nothing
yet that is the knowing's seed—
sown in wonder loam
where the roots of doubt seep deep
the sprout of learning seeks light.
Maps fade into mist
yet my feet recall lost paths—
the curious sway
away from sane certainty
led by faith to what's unknown.
Each shell on the shore,
echoes the ocean's roaring—
such truth overwhelms
the silence of not knowing
the lines to the surf's chorale.
Each thought breaks open
to reveal a deeper quest
not-knowing unfolds—
it rises on unseen wings
when the heart kneels to be taught.
What I cannot name
is the real deal I reel—
winding in the cast
to what I know, I don't know
in my pool of unknowing.
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