Love&Apocalypse

You washed

upon a dazzling beach at noon

with diamonds in your eyebrows

and glittering coral

hanging from your hair

sweeping the sands of time from your waist

Your hands and breast alike

are as cups filled

with a nurturing ambrosious of wisdom

that founts forth

from within your loins

Your voice is the hushed sound

of cosmic knowledge

wearied from its travel

through your channel

Your presence is an awesome

and ever startling event

even to the eyes of the souls

of strangers and laymen

A Vision

as the Rainbow

chaining Canyons

adjacented between the River

hidden beneath a fog

Beautiful as Love

and Apocalypse

Native to my spirit

Fascination in flowering form

Who Will Hear

The rivers and the ocean will claim his skin clean as their own.

The mountain will whisper the story of his broken heart to the clouds,

And the sun will pity the sky, and she will cry tears for him.

And, in the morning the dandelions and lilacs will awaken with the dew pure of his youth sweeping their brow into the soil.

The dirt will smile for each footprint it keeps, and each footprint it counts until lift off and he's flew from it.

The wind will whistle his song as it did into his ear even before he’d heard it first.

The animals will gossip of his courage, and edify him as a beautiful fool with whom they've with, and learned from, and each star his eye’s met will witness to the animals testimony.

The moon will keep his secrets, and soften pale the path of his lurking lusts, lest his fellowmen follow.

And of these, none will have spared his soul to burn with love.

For with man there is non to share as he would with his woman.

The Price of Freedom

Fresh Out

From desk to desk, top bunk and cot to low bed under new fan.

I return no less, yet only that much more a man, I am.

I love and loved, my heart a public pulley.

I’ve pushed and shoved, been victim, perhaps. Been bully.

I cringed and cried in silence, and aloud I sang “Forgiveness please!”

Bled, punctured from the ethers trident. Bowed, and counted my sinless deeds.

I questioned “Why now!? So close, so far! Can I not reach out to call?”

Yet for no answer, I clenched my open scars, as pain rendered me to my knees to crawl.

The message that I have received, would seem on time if t’were not late.

She sings to me, and sad I grieve, to see her beauty strong, and soft, and slate.

My affection, and my service I gave her time and time on end.

I pity me then. How worthless, I bade her mine, and pined and primed.

And though my Ruby has returned, her sorrow grips me still.

Yet for my duty, pray I earn tomorrow’s lips be frill.

Yes, from my Ruby, nay I’ll turn. Tomorrow’s lips be frill.

Last Continuance

Morningtime. Showtime. Powdered make-up and all.

The protagonists smile and stand tall.

Everyone is me, and I them too.

The ones on the insid, and the ones calling names,

those with paid tongues, but most don't,

and I only wanna stand out to the old man between the flags.

Let him see my tie and suede loafers

As if they matttered.

'shoulda never gave you niggas money'...and I heard'em say...

A child still smiles.

Perhaps her laugh will frost us with grace.

Innocence is scarce in this place.

He opens up and talks choices. Reimbursements. Sensitivity for the English.

Check the money, Hail the queens income.

Rescuing from down under

Holding my receipt in case of defeat,

sitting sweet at my seat.

The learned of the law are left meek

for Here,

no absolution is complete.

The Bittersweet Wedding Singer

Long ride home. The coast is soaked from the rainfall that ended the celebrating and the working. Congratulations are hurried along before water damages stack up too high. They left it all on the dancefloor in their dresses and suits. Its always a good time. When you're at work it looks like it before and after you've put on a uniform. But perhaps no one noticed the floor had been swept. Perhaps they did. The miller light spin the soultrain bottle had to at least. Through the face and the beard it must be hard to hear a beautiful melisma over a dance ballad. Woes and so whats aren't worth any bread though. If there was a party goin on, it was missed by six craftsman making their offerings up. Eyes of stars gleaming in mine say 'well done'. Then they were heard, and the answers came down. Down and down until the lights in the sky went out. The dream is become premoniton, but the dreamer is yet awake. Under my song may the union be blessed.

Squizzle: Compilation Download

...A gifted vocalist once rendered within the opening phrases of a simple song lyric all that I wish you to do here...

"Lead me on...if you want.

Take my heart and my love.

Take of me all that you want."

...This is only, and all that I ask of you. You Lovers. You Thinkers. You drifters of no particular interest, and finders of very particular pleasures. May my youth and experience find you where ever you may drift and greet you with wisdom. And may may wisdoms craftsmanship nurture whatever pleasures you may enjoy.

I greet you once again with Melody, with Harmony, with Rhythm, with Rhyme, and with Rhetoric. My Stories Are True, and If you would but Listen, I'll Share them with You.

Here's one. It's called...

DOWNLOAD IT FOR FREE HERE:

http://rapidshare.com/files/441736169/Myk_lHanna_sSquizzle.zip

1. Spell It Out (Intro)

2. I Can't Wait Until Tomorrow Comes! feat. Sound Syndicate

3. Foru2

4. Song Die

5. The Time Is Now

6. Relentless

7. Forever Stay

8. On Our Knees (Benediction)

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