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West-Coast Vibes x 2030 Swag – 32-Bar Chill Flow
ABC?ABC?ABC?… (each six-line block shares the same A-B-C end-rhymes)
[1-6]
A – Ride the low-slope, chrome-laced, feel the night vibe (A)
B – I’m sippin’ on that ozone-juice, thoughts fly like a drone high (B)
C – “Use your heart, not your eyes,” that’s the code we apply (C)
A – Baby, just relax, let the bass glide through the c-side (A)
B – If you got time, I’m clocked-in, sync our rhythm, stay tied (B)
C – G-funk on the loop, old school, but my future is wide (C)
[7-12]
A – We inter-twine like fiber-optic cables, no lie (A)
B – My mind’s a crypt, you’re the key, unlock the soul-sci (B)
C – Real love purified, no filter, just pure-AI (C)
A – Let the low-end roll, feel the sunset on the fly-by (A)
B – Free thoughts, watch ’em blaze, neon-lit sky-high (B)
C – No fake glitz, just the pulse of a real-try (C)
[13-18]
A – I’m vibin’ with you, chrome-shade shades, we sway (A)
B – Your heartbeat’s a bassline, I’m the drum-tape that play (B)
C – “Use your heart, not your eyes,” that’s the code we slay (C)
A – Chill, babe, the synth rides smooth, we drift on the bay (A)
B – Got time? I’m a chrononaut, we’ll loop this day (B)
C – G-funk echoes, vintage loops, but the future feels clay (C)
[19-24]
A – My thoughts float like NFTs, rare art, no lie (A)
B – You sleep, I’m wide-awake, dreaming meta-high (B)
C – I’m glad we share, love purified, the sky (C)
A – Use that heart, not the stare, let the drip just fly (A)
B – Relax, ride the wave, we bounce on a high-rise (B)
C – If time’s a token, we both mint it, no good-byes (C)
[25-30]
A – Yesterday’s pain, ghost-mode shadows, now clear (A)
B – She crossed me, cut deep, left a scar that spear (B)
C – But I rise, reward cry-coins, love engineered (C)
A – I glance at the dial, seconds glint, I cheer (A)
B – You pamper me, childlike trust, that tier (B)
C – We close our eyes, smile wide, love pure-engineered (C)
[31-32] (closing A-B to finish 32 bars)
A – Baby, just relax, let the future ride (A)
B – If you got time, I got time, let the thoughts fly (B)
Feel the West-Coast breeze with a 2030 glow—heart over eyes, ride the vibe, and let those thoughts take flight.
In our hands has come the power
to make deserts bloom in shades
yet, to grow within we need aide.
Much alike are we, all flower.
The leaf which draws like fingered hands
the field, and mountain make demands.
We must mend all, we've devoured.
The sea's cry with hurricanes
'clean cut' mount's with acid disdain,
reseed the planet that we have scoured
with strong hands and hearts, our true task
refill our gifted and earthly cask.
In our hands, God gave the power
to fulfill this great holy geas
if we are to be what's to be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In our hands has come the power
much alike are we, all flower,
we must mend all, we've devoured,
reseed the planet that we have scoured
in our hands, God gave the power.
10,000
The cows are all dead.
They died in the heat,
or so they said.
I feel sorry for the cows,
but more sorry for the farmers,
the ranchers,
the processors,
the packers,
the truckers,
the factory works,
the wholesale and retail people...
The store,
the grocery workers,
the meat men, (the butchers)
and you...
me...
us.
In two years...
twenty-two food-related companies,
have been burned up,
burned down,
flooded out,
and hit by planes.
Yes,
two planes.
Two different sites.
When I used to stay with my grandmother,
in the hot summers of Arizona...
It was hard to go outside at times.
She bought me books to read,
and paint by number... color sets.
It did not take long to see,
if you used all the right shades,
in the right order...
that pigment does not lie.
There was a pattern. (always)
Even at six,
it was plain to see.
Things are much clearer than before,
there is evil at the door.
This day takes off, refreshingly
Drifting in umber humility
Mewling riotously, in cheer
While, reap colors squint near
Shockingly in shades of pink clear
Evening advances in bliss upon
From that point on
The night moon
Sparkles in splendid, yellow radiate
As dusk settles over sky precipitate
The metaphorical night fell upon us
She was loaded up with adoration fuss
Warm emotions gushed inside me
I spilled out my kind gestures free
On her excellence aplenty
She sparkled like the sun guarantee
A most moving entry
Of energy and intensity
To fill the part
Of affection in my heart
They’re not for you
Nor you for them
Unwritten words from unwritten pens
Like shades of white
Blanks on a page
Unwritten words in an unwritten age
They speak in volumes
Though tongues may fail
Unwritten words that tell no tale
The poem that’s never penned
The bell that’s never rung
The hero who’s unheralded, unsung
For words unwritten
Are without heed
That none the wiser will ever read –
Unuttered words
Are words unheard
By man or beast or woodland bird
They give no voice
To mice or man
To emulate, evolve, or take a stand
And with no voice
No song to sing
The robin sighs and folds its wings –
Unspoken words
Are words unknown
In aching solitude adrift, alone
Unexpressed
And lost in time
As beacons in the night that never shine
Wistful shades of light in orange and gold
Pouring out heaven’s great plans on still limbs
Breathing calm through the hills, like cherubims
Brushing souls with cascades of light untold
With Autumn’s twilight comes the early cold
Verses dance on soft skies like gentle hymns
Loitering o’er grey, wistful clouds, grief dims
Wrens and robins lift beaks, the air to scold
Old souls who love rustling woods, heed God’s voice
Listening for the calm of warm solace
Who lives in the song, moving through forests
O’er mountains, through the valleys, souls rejoice
With autumn’s outburst, splendor is flawless
Fall, juicy spice of gifted folklorists.
His clothes were tattered, in vivid shades of red blue & yellow
he wore leatherette shoes blackly polished and gleaming with shine
Red fiery hair that summoned like a fire hydrant and a big fat rubber nose that honked when it was squeezed.
He had a polka dotted hanky that protruded from his well padded suit,
and a kangaroo pocket in which he kept all his most precious belongings.
Aside from the fact that those big blue eyes of his were undeniably sad,
every part of his retinue screamed, "I am funny, I can make you laugh"
People came to the circus to watch his goofy antics and
to forget their worries for a little while. One day while he was blowing up balloons for the children, he died of a massive heart attack.
In heaven the angels took Tatters to the children's room. Sitting on a big shiny
red stool he was asked to make balloons for every child in God's creative nest.
His eyes were never sad again for he knew that here,
he could make a child smile and never grow old, or ever be sad again.
The End.
It ain’t very often – even if you’re very wise
That you see a cosmic signpost lighting up the skies.
So I grabs me two mates, Belteshaz and Shem
Saddled up the camels and went down to Bethlehem.
The signpost that I saw was really rather posh
And Belteshaz, the wisest mate let out a feeble, “Gosh,
I wonder who had that put there
It must have cost a bob or two?”
And someone said, “It is amazin’ the fings wot God can do!”
It weren’t no ordinary star – its light was far too bright
I’ad to grab me shades you see, to see its ‘eavenly light.
All of us, excited, got up there and then
To saddle up the camels and go down to Bethlehem.
The message of the star was very plain to see
‘specially if you’re wise enough, like Belteshaz and me.
And as you can imagine we were causing quite a stir
As we set off on our camels
Taking Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh!
The message said a king’s been born – Him wot we’e been waitin’ for.
The Son of God’s been born on Earth – ain’t never ‘appened ‘ere before.
So ‘urry up you three wise men
Saddle up the camels and get down to Bethlehem.
We went first to the palace to see the kingly boy
But the king – a guy called Herod – didn’t seem so full of joy
When we told him why we’d come
‘E seemed a bit surprised when we asked to see his son.
You’d ‘ave thought, I suppose, if the Son of God was going to live on Earth
He’d ‘ave the sense to pick a palace as the setting of His birth.
But when we found the birthplace God picked out for His Son
We ‘ad to hold our noses cos it stank of cattle dung.
The boy grew up, the story’s told, and never wore a crown,
Unless you count a crown of thorns to match his purple gown.
They ‘ad ‘im executed and laughing watched Him die,
“E’s gone” they shrieked in ruthless mirth, “to meet ‘is daddy in the sky”.
Of course it came as some surprise
Three days later He was seen... alive
But we didn’t know about that when
We saddled up the camels and went down to Bethlehem
SUNFLOWERS SMILE
Yellow Petals shine golden,
silently smile to praise
bright Sun if not hidden
behind clouds. Sunflowers gaze.
Flowers gaily gaze raising heads.
Sun roams slow from East to West.
Clouds float displaying shades.
Flowers seek sunbeam till sunset.
Being in quest of sun ray
dim or bright, flowers are smart to turn
heads throughout the day
always facing the dazzling shining Sun.
Mild touch by gentle breeze
shakes glossy glistening shy flowers
as if wind just tries to tease
flowers loved by sunbeam showers
08/07/16
Greetings from Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
today March 1st, 2021
I dashed (off the enclosed poem) yay
while safely secured within
white horse open sleigh
after reading following
pray lemme know if ye uttered oy vey.
Profound insights divulged
during our most recent family zoom
Approximately seven hundred
and fifty four months since exiting womb,
yours truly (sole son
of late Boyce Brandon -
yes she named him
after paternal grandmother
Sadie, her mom's Yiddish name
Basia Brana or Brandla)
me currently ensconced within unit B44
analogous to catacomb
amid Highland Manor Apartments
I dwell - our livingsocial hole in the wall
among grateful dead residents
facility likened to metaphorical tomb
each stone individually moved one at a time
courtesy hearty and hale archeologists
resident to *Qom
(a city in northwestern Iran -
place of pilgrimage for Shiite Muslims)
to imbibe on spiritual succor
and become comfortably numb
acquiring appropriate trailing appellation,
yes a USDA, FDA, B Corp... and
Pink Floyd approved nom de plume,
which feeble poetic brainstorm
begat within mine
sixty plus shades of gray matter,
which exhaustive mental effort
induced silent but deadly ka-boom
one Matthew Scott Harris
rent asunder vaporized to smithereens,
hence each his personal possessions
cherished as prized heirloom
no trace left behind
regarding pulverized lovely bones,
nevertheless burnt offerings
specialists did painstakingly exhume
where Ashkenazi temple will bloom.
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*My humblest apology for lame rhyme
with previous word similar to crypt
yours truly deserted and he gypped
thee while crawling
across Sahara during nighttime
dehydration subsequently
found me tight lipped
I called Uber, but could not get a lyft.