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Monday, September 27
Love Rain
Love rain down on me
Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell topped Adidas
He was fresh, like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and Miles between my thighs
Better than love,we made delicious.
He me had, had me he
He made me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me.
The rain was fallin and slowly
and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide,
loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds,84 degrees,melody
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lip, dripped down
my chin and landed in his lap
And us, became new,
me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made me the fool
You were never true
If you didn't want me, ahh
You should have let me know
Instead you made a mockery of everything
I thought we'd be
I honestly did love you.
Love rain down on me.
Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell topped Adidas
He was fresh, like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and Miles between my thighs
Better than love,we made delicious.
He me had, had me he
He made me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me.
The rain was fallin and slowly
and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide,
loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds,84 degrees,melody
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lip, dripped down
my chin and landed in his lap
And us, became new,
me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made me the fool
You were never true
If you didn't want me, ahh
You should have let me know
Instead you made a mockery of everything
I thought we'd be
I honestly did love you.
Love rain down on me.
Thursday, September 2
An Open Letter from Michael Jackson to his critics from 1994:
"Like the old Indian proverb says, so not judge a man until you've walked 2 moons in his mocassins.
Most people don't know me, that is why they write such things in which most is not true.
I cry very often because it hurts and I worry about the children, all my children all over the world. I live for them.
If a man could say nothing against a character but what he can prove, his story could not be written.
Animals strike, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with those criticize. They desire our blood, not our pain.
But still I must achieve. I must seek truth in all things. I must endure for the power I was sent forth. For the world. For the children.
But have mercy, for I've been bleeding a long time now."
MJ
Long Walk - Jill Scott
Let's take a long walk
around the park
after dark.
Find a spot for use to spark
conversation,
verbal elation,
stimulations.
Share out situations,
temptations,
education,
relaxations.
Elevations, maybe we
can talk about Psalms
in entirety...
Or maybe we can see a movie
Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday
Or maybe we can roll a tree and feel the breeze
and listen to a symphony
Or maybe chill and just be,
Or maybe
Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to the roots
Or maybe eat some passion fruit
Or maybe cry to the blues
Or maybe we could just be silent
around the park
after dark.
Find a spot for use to spark
conversation,
verbal elation,
stimulations.
Share out situations,
temptations,
education,
relaxations.
Elevations, maybe we
can talk about Psalms
in entirety...
Or maybe we can see a movie
Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday
Or maybe we can roll a tree and feel the breeze
and listen to a symphony
Or maybe chill and just be,
Or maybe
Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to the roots
Or maybe eat some passion fruit
Or maybe cry to the blues
Or maybe we could just be silent
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