i feel like i am walking on water
i always accept an offer of contentment in peaceful places
i am drawn to all that is ignored, taken for granted, and unaccepted
for i am their twin and they give the love that i give them
i find it so groovy and that it bends my mind to experience the authenticity of its original roots
the flavor is similar to peppermint happiness
the savoring is like a gentle snowfall on a monday
on said water, i sway freely with no hint of worry
the freedom within the vibe is like music on a slow movin' sunday
all that is missing is nothing but you and your lavendar vanilla scent
i say a small prayer for true natural beauty
like a stroke of paradiddle perfection, there you are.....
so beautiful to the touch.....my perfect day is now complete and confirmed
Herman heard me,
The howl of a nation.
Scourged! I was usurped,
And I was atomized!
Toivo came, a solemn tide
He contrived the paradiddle
That led to my autonomy.
Toivo, the inexorable current
That ringed a contrasting atoll.
Archracist criminalized him
Yet Herman endured unmitigated,
His heart never inuring to my cry.
His oratorical showers watered
The long rocky road to M21.
A sower of the seeds of hope
Andimba dispersed his ardour
Deep in the hearts of men
Ensuring the brave do not contort.
And when I was amorphous,
His sagacious parlance
Was perceived across oceans.
Toivo extolled my unsung features
And with his bellicose
He lit my torch of sovereignty.
Today, I am the Land of the Brave,
Because Herman heard me.
Enticing beat,
ancient accolades, achieving ancestry
backbeat barrage, buoyant beats
crescendo chorus calculations
dulled dirges, double drumming durations
environmental echoed egos
faint, fading fervent falsettos;
Ghost-Note grooves
hi-hat hoop heads hued
intended isolation idio-synchrony
jembe jaunt journeyings
kidi kick knockings
linear lick loggings
metronome mallets magical
nostalgic notations neurological
ostinato off-beat odd-modulationss
paradiddle percussive permutations,
rudimentary rack repetitions, relentless rolls,
soft solitary shakers, steady shredding, single stroking spurs,
tenacious, tribal tectonic tympani trance
udu utterance
vibraslap virgin, vivid vibes vile,
wood-block whirls winging wild
xboba, x-hat, xaern
yearning yugen yarn
zigzag
enticing beat.
Rum tum tiddle
You can fiddle
In the middle
Of the place where you piddle
In a skittle on the griddle
Rum tum tiddle
It's a brittle little riddle
As you tell your tarradiddle
And we beat a paradiddle
Every kid'll want to whittle
And watch you as you diddle
Mrs. Twiddle.
I am a grossly overweight midget
of later years.
I have a penchant for funny women,
the absurd,
and baked goods.
I have 826 thousand dollars in the bank
and a dose of psoriasis.
My personality is that of a freight train
with two, loose wheels.
I must use bag balm
on my undercarriage and
moisturizers on my elbows.
I burn with barbaric breathing and sweat.
My reptile heart is that of a porkyitalian lover.
I can beat out a double-paradiddle on a snare drum,
or compose electronic pieces.
My time is best passed writing,
and romping
with my 4-legged friends.
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