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We’ll come Together

At the place where my horses run free. A place that is him and me, surrounded by some pure open expanse. Standing on solid ground. Ground that is solid but gives. And swallowed full by the sky –

this charcoal, indigo sky brown and blue. We are surrounded. And I

link my hand into yours

the delicate fingers loving each touch enough and so not to snap any

rubbing of pads and circles colliding

we shall link then

and toss our head back, its crown wanting the earth but the feet still firm roote

we shall roll our shoulders down and open our heart to the sky

the shine of our face drinking in the moon

and moving up, forward,

spirals.

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Thanks, Lisa

I’m an orange moon

I’m an orange moon

Reflecting the light of the sun

I’m an orange moon

I’m brighter than before

Brighter than ever before

I’m an orange moon and I shine so bright

‘Cause I reflect the light of my sun

I praise the day, he turned my way

And smiled at me

He gets to smile and I get to be orange

That I love to be

How good it is, how good it is (4x)

Shine so bright

He ruled the day, I ruled the night

Shine, Shine, Shine

How good it is, how good it is (3x)

How good he is, how God is

How good it is, how good it is

How good it is, how God is

I’m an orange moon

I’m brighter than before, brighter

Reflecting the light of the sun

Smile at me

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Joy, not Exaltation

He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and thangs like 2 hang outside and cuss for kicks

Talking 2 no one in particular, they say “the baddest I am tonight”
4 letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
live music from a band plays a song called “Soul Psychodelicide”.
The song’s a year long and had been playing 4 months when he
walked into the place.
No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating 2 words, over and over again
was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
articulated manner in which she said them.
These 2 words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough 2 turn u on.
4 everytime she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.

Should he try 2 rap with her? Should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didn’t seem 2 care.
So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)
he dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what’s your name
she only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)
2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
holding someone is truly believing there’s joy in repetition.
There’s joy in repetition.
There’s joy in repetition.
There’s joy in repetition.
There’s joy in repetition.
She said love me, love me, what she say?
she say love me, love me.
Joy, why don’t u love me baby, joy, why can’t u love me baby
joy, come on and love me baby, joy in repetition
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy, all my wishes add up to one
Love me, joy, Love me, joy, Love me, joy
Love me, Love me, joy, joy, joy in repetition
joy, joy in repetition,
joy, joy (love me) in repetition,
Love me, love, joy, joy, joy in repetition
joy, and I’m gonna say it again, joy, joy, and I’m gonna say it again,
joy, I’d like 2 go way up high and say, Love me, joy
I’ll say Love me, joy
Joy, joy in repetition, joy in repetition
There’s joy in repetition

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