Saturday, Feb 9th.. I did a readin' at my aunts birthday party..
my family loved it.. my mom challenged me to do a church piece..
she was like "boy, yuh mus tank da source of yuh talents".. here it is..
this piece, might be perform'd at church.. don't know when..
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"ooh my LAWD.. lawwwd lawwd, laww-awd.. mmmhm.. mmmhm!!"
when the band plays---
our zenith pulls us into space;
a forest of leafless bodies
vertically stretch'd hyperbolically
to smack the sun out it's socket.
make room
for invert'd spines
climbin' outta church thighs, like
the stem of a cherry.
we stretch our arms
like antennaes, fishin' frequency
on a holy ghost channel
'cause when that feelin' hits
we be whinos in the spirit; a group of tongue-tied souls
too drunk to sing the rest of that song.
we be whinos beggin' "JESUS!!!"
to turn our saliva to wine
'cause that feelin' be an intravenus rush,
sendin' us dancin' like seizure patience, convulsin' a "HALLELUUUU-JAH!!!"
& "A-AAY MEN!!!.. A-AAY MEN!!!"
that feelin's funkier than sweaty socks in church shoes
that beat the sanctuary floor,
tellin Lucifer to "RUN!!"
'cause when the stampede comes
we speakin' in tongues
& it'll be like guns---
propellin' prayer off the tip of our tongues
like bullets comin' to give you a dry baptism &..
LAWD!!
I got this feelin
LAWD!!
I got this feelin
LAWD!!
I got this
LAWD!!
I got this
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!! I got the Holy Ghost
runnin' through me..
my family loved it.. my mom challenged me to do a church piece..
she was like "boy, yuh mus tank da source of yuh talents".. here it is..
this piece, might be perform'd at church.. don't know when..
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"ooh my LAWD.. lawwwd lawwd, laww-awd.. mmmhm.. mmmhm!!"
when the band plays---
our zenith pulls us into space;
a forest of leafless bodies
vertically stretch'd hyperbolically
to smack the sun out it's socket.
make room
for invert'd spines
climbin' outta church thighs, like
the stem of a cherry.
we stretch our arms
like antennaes, fishin' frequency
on a holy ghost channel
'cause when that feelin' hits
we be whinos in the spirit; a group of tongue-tied souls
too drunk to sing the rest of that song.
we be whinos beggin' "JESUS!!!"
to turn our saliva to wine
'cause that feelin' be an intravenus rush,
sendin' us dancin' like seizure patience, convulsin' a "HALLELUUUU-JAH!!!"
& "A-AAY MEN!!!.. A-AAY MEN!!!"
that feelin's funkier than sweaty socks in church shoes
that beat the sanctuary floor,
tellin Lucifer to "RUN!!"
'cause when the stampede comes
we speakin' in tongues
& it'll be like guns---
propellin' prayer off the tip of our tongues
like bullets comin' to give you a dry baptism &..
LAWD!!
I got this feelin
LAWD!!
I got this feelin
LAWD!!
I got this
LAWD!!
I got this
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!!
I
LAWD!! I got the Holy Ghost
runnin' through me..