- Sep 20, 2001
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She scatted herself into existence…
Out the silence of Polyesterdaydreams
Sight of 70's sequined gowns…the sound
A jazzy-Funk-a-psychedelic fantasy
Of fire-spewing dragonflies
With rose petalled wings
Soaring through Orchestra halls
Above the din of her angelic voice
Godly thunder sounding
Yet gentle as a breeze in spring
Her riffs become mental spliffs
Which eventually will
Emancipate your mind, your *** will follow
For the freedom of heaven is within,
Within the stillness between each sound she utters
In which time ticks
Allowing flowers the moment to crave
Natures dance of floating Flutterbys,
And bumbling humble bees
To virilely seed the fertile
In which time tocks
The speed of bleeding sweat from conjoined lovers
Like rain falling upon each other
In covetous curious poses
In which time has stopped
For each moment… For each moment
For each moment is the beat of heartbeats
Advancing the zealous repeat of copulatory actions
As the sound of verbal explosive discharges of
Neuromuscular tensions at the height of carnal stimulation
and her scat once again begins
Or is that ends
For her scat is the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end
The before, the hereafter equaling forever
birth-making love-bathing census-taking one plus one makes three
Supreme diva liberates mental bounds inspiring love sounds
To what some refer to as heavenly organized noise
That wordless rhythmical articulation
That fluently reaches the depths of souls
Harmonizing vocal to syllabic syncopation pulsation
Filling and fulfilling eardrums
Eargasmically pollinating body, soul, heart and mind
Climaxing a polyesterdaydream opus sublime.
Nah’shon-Rae 9/27/2003
Out the silence of Polyesterdaydreams
Sight of 70's sequined gowns…the sound
A jazzy-Funk-a-psychedelic fantasy
Of fire-spewing dragonflies
With rose petalled wings
Soaring through Orchestra halls
Above the din of her angelic voice
Godly thunder sounding
Yet gentle as a breeze in spring
Her riffs become mental spliffs
Which eventually will
Emancipate your mind, your *** will follow
For the freedom of heaven is within,
Within the stillness between each sound she utters
In which time ticks
Allowing flowers the moment to crave
Natures dance of floating Flutterbys,
And bumbling humble bees
To virilely seed the fertile
In which time tocks
The speed of bleeding sweat from conjoined lovers
Like rain falling upon each other
In covetous curious poses
In which time has stopped
For each moment… For each moment
For each moment is the beat of heartbeats
Advancing the zealous repeat of copulatory actions
As the sound of verbal explosive discharges of
Neuromuscular tensions at the height of carnal stimulation
and her scat once again begins
Or is that ends
For her scat is the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end
The before, the hereafter equaling forever
birth-making love-bathing census-taking one plus one makes three
Supreme diva liberates mental bounds inspiring love sounds
To what some refer to as heavenly organized noise
That wordless rhythmical articulation
That fluently reaches the depths of souls
Harmonizing vocal to syllabic syncopation pulsation
Filling and fulfilling eardrums
Eargasmically pollinating body, soul, heart and mind
Climaxing a polyesterdaydream opus sublime.
Nah’shon-Rae 9/27/2003