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What’s his name? What’s his name?
I don’t know, I don’t know
Let me go, let me go
What’s his name?
Who Jim Crow, Joe Blow or John Doe,
Why do you ask me so, I don’t know?
Why do you hold me in this beau?
Even so, why you ask me something I don’t know?
Whoa holy Joe, I don’t know, no James Monroe.
Furthermo, I didn’t know he was in a picture show
With Little Joe and Little Big Toe!
Even so I didn’t know he was a tennis pro
Now on skid row and his wife working a strip show
I didn’t know!
So you gonna let me go?
Whoa, why you hit me in the stomach below
And caused my knees to hit the floor
Watch it bro, don’t hit me no mo
If you hit me again below, here’s how its gonna go
Like quid pro quo I’m lay low and sneak up on you like a
UFO stopping your show with a glide of an unexpected blow
Across the thing that help you go!
Then I’ll take an arrow and shoot you in every toe,
Just like a woman during her menstrual flow
You’re not gonna know what hit you bro
It will be like a hammer blow from your
Head to your toe
And this is what will happen if you don’t let me go!
Hello
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Bad choices are real
bad choices cause grief
good people make bad choices everyday
and suffer the consequences of decisions they made
it hurts so bad once you realize
thank the Lord this one I survived
some don't make it from a bad choice
some we will never again hear their voice
don't let others pressure you to make a bad decision
know that God has given us all a spiritual vision
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Swim my ocean
Walk my land
Jump my troposphere
And trapopause me
I’m up here in the stratosphere
Increased is my desire for you
To find me
My temperature has increased
Knowing you are near
Once you reach me my love
We will not mix nor will we cry
You may stay as long as you want
My love where are you going
I refer
You may stay long as you want
What is that?
You’re off to see if mesosphere
And thermosphere can treat you better
I say
My love never
My darling don’t go
You won’t be able to breathe
Way up there
Come back
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It's your day
Time for all your issues to float away
Let's look to the brightness
Up to the bluest of skies
To the highest of heaven where glory abides
Think of the butterfly
How it flies
From it's cocoon did it rise
No more small or closed in space
Now it's released to fly all over the place
Dipping and diving appreciating the smoothness of the glide
No more waiting on momma to take him for a ride
I'm free to be me and fly freely
Weeble and wobble through the air I go
I can add breaking out to my bio
And the pain I had to undergo
Yes it's my day be that as it may!
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Tell me of your pain little girl
Don’t run and hide
Tell me of your pain little girl
In me you can confide
Tell me of your pain little girl
My arms are open wide
Tell me of your pain little girl
And your fears will subside
Tell me of your pain little girl
I’ll be here waiting for you
Whatever you decide
Tell me of your pain little girl
I will restore your pride
Tell me of your pain little girl
You’ll stand firm tested and tried
Tell me of your pain little girl
My spirit will keep you occupied
Tell me of your pain little girl
I will wash you clean and
Make you purified
Tell me of your pain little girl
I will dry your eyes
Tell me of your pain little girl
You’ll see a place coming from the sky
Tell me of your pain little girl
And your needs I will supply
Tell me of your pain little girl
And I will crown you
With the highest prize
Tell me of your pain little girl
Your life I will renew
And revitalize
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Thoughts are Powerful
Thoughts are powerful wouldn’t you say
A million thoughts run through our mind everyday
Thoughts dictate what you say and what you feel
Some thought dictate how your faith is sealed
Some thoughts effective some not real
Some thoughts make us create unnecessary bills
Some thoughts strengthen us some paralyze
Some thoughts encourage some keep you immobilized
Some even hypnotize
Some cause you to be mesmerized
Some thoughts move towards our appointed providence
Some thoughts assume where we spend eternity
Some thoughts influenced by our past
Some thoughts cause us to wear an unseen mask
Some thoughts motivate some tear down
It’s up to you which thoughts you let hang around
Written by
Dorise Dixon
2/19/06
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You’re invited to join me in a sip of wine
You’re invited to set with me where wind
Is a light breeze on your skin
Yes come on in
Come with me to a place
Where the breeze is moist
And the smell erotic
Come with me to a place
That will move your soul
Come with me to a place where the wind
Flies free and carries your dream whole
This place will free your mind
Your cares will unbind
With me in this place
You can move effortlessly
You can be
Who you want to be
In this warm
Yet cool ambiance
Come with me to a place
Where the nights are bright
With natural light
Where you can smell
The ocean water
And taste the air
Will you meet me there?
We will sit and talk
And reminisce
We will laugh and joke around
And maybe share a light kiss
But you got to come now
Or this opportunity
You might miss
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Man cutting grass
The dogs moving pass
Wind blowing leaves
In extremely tall trees
Colors vibrant
Sun shinning
Books nearby
Fly by my side
It watching me
Me watching it
As we both listen
To sound of the mower
The collection of
Langston Hughes open
Pink and white before my sight
He just glided closer to me
As if he knew I would cause no harm
Flies I like not
But he has my attention
Again he moves two steps down
Still observing me
As I observe it
Sun on my legs
Dirt bright red
Some grass taller than other
A mesh of hay
Display dry grass n ground
Another step closer he flu
Me still watching him
Him still watching me
Is this fly gonna leave me be
Ashy feet
Buttocks hurting from my wooden seat
Dogs communicating one with another
Fattest bees I’ve ever seen
Yellow and red leaves
Voices in the distant
What they say no instance
Red bird on a fence
Crooked flying plane in the air
Just hanging out there
Me the mover the flies and the bees
The red birds and squirrels in the trees
No body bothering me
Just a little fly seeing ten of me!
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