Hip Hop Soulja...

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If you wanna just get high, then just say it

It's bigger than hip hop

Get real feel the spill

And 1, 2, ready to roll

With the current of rage

Back out outside beats and move within

One thing bout music

Let it hit and chill back your brain

Dead Prez preaching bout real world

Where do you choose to arrange

Everyone is a people with ideas

Wolf cry

This shit is bigger than hip hop

Hanging with my drift

Hearing stories bout police phone calls

Fears of needled pricks stealing good intensions

She sang her song

Took down her hair

Shaved away vanity

Wondering if it brought clarity

Raw sad vent to me like your g- ma

Indian temple smoked out her voice

This is Baba crunk

Getting chic puck

90's hard

Chained and in place with proper angst

Fake records

I just stay awake

This is real hip hop

Tie you up, pull me down...

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Jessica Silversaga

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 I'm going to declare my space

Tie you up in a red twined rope

Swing you from above

Down my throat

Passing blood and pressing muscle

You slide down within

I let you sin

Tie you up and pull me down

I come back around

But you are left to go

 Fade into Earth core below

So it's been a week

And he didn't call

These walls begin to feel raw-

Just keep up with girl talk

Walk the walk

Patience can sometimes mock

Where should I go to write today?

A workaholic in the most delightful way

Taking smokes and passing memories

Delighting in the dirty of me

I found tin, and grime, and lovely wasted stains

I have fallen into the City's lonesome cry

And everything bursts tugging at me

I can make so many things.

I connect forgotten worn

I paint

And bend

And fire

I broke glass yesterday

Turned a light bulb into shatter

Plastered it onto canvas

And planted egg cartoon fertile

Have you ever noticed everything that surrounds us 

Tell us of us?

I have changed

I believe in blind vision
The backs of my eyes seek even more new

Everything that surrounds me

Tells me of me

I'm just learning to listen

And respond faithfully

Morning clear...

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Every morning is an eraser from the night before

Must have had good dreams

Must have found rest

Must feel the calm and carry it through

There is open time to explore

There are so many things to do

Yesterday her reflection took her back-

Chain wallet luck

Asian Ghetto Ramen

Tightrope walking parks

And sharing benches with strangers

Her old joint burned down

The grocery tagged with names

The young girls hinted toward new new

But I thought you were just 22

Urban bus rides

And passing homes

Couldn't have been a better day

Ready to rewrite it all anyway

Tied to a night they never met...

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Living the beat

Tambourins and baseballs

Throwing tunes and homeruns

Crawled into laughter and sat

Where now do you know?

I thought you were the sweetest killer-

Did you even notice I let you go?

Sitting outside to feel inside

Held my hand

Touched soapy bathtub suds

Found night gowns in olden times

Because you said no

I thought you were the sweetest

All the time making things right

Thinking bout life

You looked different the other night

Validating sudden insight

Want to sit with me?

Met upon a coffee-

Bench beside my sight--

Was it just pretend?

And when we were too young-

Just for show--

So now you just sweetly go?

Painting from a warehouse of found faded

Someone else made my garden dream

I rewind and un-right nursery rhymes

Faded in the backyard playground

Don't notice me turn away
Let me let you break me

Wrestling color and words

Canvas stars stare back at me
Singing this is the sweetest kill

Classical Music...

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Classical in the classic of a moment

Weather vane draw

Pulling a new straw

The Universe asking to receive change

The folded unfolded and a smile emerge

This is the circular curve

A new wave of hellos

Everything shines in rain fall

Yellow mark on brick white sleek

That firehouse bright as ghostly sun

He and I said fuck it and ran to the street middle

Danced while the man jumped to his car

He held his key tight

We cheered for the cheer

And listened to the pebble fall

There are parrots that live a top my hill.

They are green with red beaks.

My room is yellow.

The bathroom is green.

And the yard lives in past figurines.

I live in the San Francisco dream.

Pa Pa Power...

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Watch the telling of your story

Each chapter a never seeking adventure

Pa Pa Power

Flower shower

San Francisco songs

We won't destroy you

Said the old woman from inside the tree

A wandering of my own

Long gray hair

In pond and fairy play

A past life that left to be

"Do I have to give anything up"

"No, but you can't be afraid"

You can ask for anything

Rain. Smooth rain.

And quiet. I ask for quiet.

I am a succulent wild woman

Time & Choice...

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triple mike

 Sleeping to kill time

Tired worried mind

On the road

Such a long time gone

Hearing your sweet song

Dreaming of older times

Believing in nursery rhymes

Fear taken hold of charriot reins

Beating the lion roar

Time will hold back change

And I won't play that game

Can't see what's coming

The high and low of now

And yet I have no choice

I risk the risk

The solid choice to make a choice

All so I won't look back

And wonder

Giving myself permission to try

Taking a wild ride

I'm sure doubt will thrive

But the lion walks silently

And can only live to live this walk

The adventured journey...

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Horst Kiechle

From a forest grove

The story is not left untold

Breaking ground

The Devil's work is in her hands

Changing glass bounds with bare fists

Root of rejoicing history

Curving cement in matching patterns

Lit window and chandelier shadow

Warming gratitude for choosing

The difficult choice

And letting the world know the story

Why not express inner glory?

The City sleeps during her wide eyes

She can be comfortable here

She looked at the cardboard box

The forgotten untold

Eye contact that brought her back intact

The magic of Parisian air

Sweet fresh aroma

And the adventured journey