Start her up with school
She’ll end up in tower and power
Give’em to teachers
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My eyes on a gorgeous goddess
transfixed, transfigured, I couldn't turn nor twist
by the chants and charm of her hairs and eyes
her eyes like emerald, brighter than Liberian diamonds
...
the dawn burst thrust through
the belly of the night
wary by the abiding presence
of hosts of milkyway and the mighty moon
...
Longest night it was
The morning refused to rise
Languidly, it wrapped itself in a dark cover
Morning dew were long overdue
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Deliberate late morning wake
sauntering lazily to the restroom
emptying my bowel of the residue of night before
while listening to Nimyel on Rhythm
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She is a woman
Cool calm and collected;
If placidly, she tugs and lags
Like a sheep behind every successful shepherd
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We walked, whispered under the watchful
Eyes of the moon and the stars
In desolate deserts, gardens, and streets
We were like the last surviving members
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I AM A SYCOPHANT
I love eye-service
A great deal of sycophancy
I am big on people-pleasing
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It's dawn
but the birds are still hanging on the trees
the moon's just leaving the scene
and the sun getting set to rise
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I have this feeling
That some things great are about to happen today
That this day is about to go down as one of my best days ever
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