You,
9th man,
You have struck a chord with us,
One of nine in equal parts,
This is an objective dream,
Your harmony or melodic interval is an octave and a second,
You are the tone at the upper limit of such an interval,
You are a wave length of energy,
Consisting of a root with its third,seventh, and ninth.
It is time to comprehend concepts,
In which you only know a sliver.
Open your heart to love,
Love will do the rest.
Have Hope
Verse 1
Hope can you feel, it’s kinda stipulated
Hope when its real, I’m feeling elevated, kinda animated, duly inundated
Come and turn around, now it’s time that we really made it
Faith is the key, towards the manifested
Hope and believe, in times we’re really tested
I’m eager interested, a power that is vested
Come and follow me to places that we’ve never rested
Chorus
Time and time and time we’ve got to have hope – yeah
Bring it back to life and it’s got to have scope – ooh yeah
Come and fill my heart with joy and laughter, laughter
Come and fill the sky with praise – oh yeah
Verse 2
Pour into me, a fill of motivation
Come let us hear, a calling generation, a rosy illustration, no upper limit
Come and let me show you what it means to have a celebration
Come dance with me, it’s really necessary
Hope certainty, we’re truly legendary
We’re cheerful bright and merry, we’re always ever ready
Come strike a deal and let us bring the extraordinary
Chorus
Bridge (x4)
Oh we’ve got to have hope yeah
Come bring me that hope yeah
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
I will NOT be satisfied with the crumbs
That fall from your banquet table of love
I’m here to have a gluttonous feast
Don’t….Don’t insult me with tiny morsels
You throw my way
To entice?
To tease?
To...appease???
I’m to sit at the head of the table
My rightful place
And eat and drink to my fill
To satiation’s upper limit
My heart and soul, YES, my BODY nourished
S A T S F I E D
With the eclectic fare of delicacies
You serve
For is that not
The kind of feast
You are used to having from me?
I slave away for days on end
To prepare and offer to you, my King
The most scrumptious repast
And you leave MY banquet table
With the decadent savor
Of my sweetness in your mouth
No, this will not do
Until you tempt my appetite
With the fairest of delights
Don’t you dare think
That these mere crumbs will do
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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