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Can you feel it?
Shaking the ground you pound
Rumbling bass, going super sound
Come on, and roc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house
Can you feel it?
Dancing the body you tone
With the rhythm, house nation owns
Come on, and joc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house
Can you feel it?
Rattle the space you face
With a force, sonic to your taste
Come on, and roc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house
Can you feel it?
Control the mind you own
Hypnotic, as under tones
Come on, and joc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house
Come on, let’s feel-da-noise
As one nation with a single poise
Come on, let’s feel-da-power
As one nation under heaven’s tower
Come on, let’s feel-da-groove
As house music makes you move.
  KineticTwo hands lingering in erotic slow motion
teasing, then pleasing one’s heightened emotion
with friction eased by gooey rubbing potion
while a body moves as waves of an ocean
rising and crashing like an untamed spastic notion
fueled by the energy of hands masterful devotion
Two bodies lost in the madness of each other’s devotion
unable to reason, now crossed with only a single notion
to swim a marathon in the channels of a deep and vast ocean
driven like salmon to reach a point, hooked on a potion
satisfied only with the bliss of a cataclysmic emotion
forcing the energy of bodies to rest in potential motion
Two minds contemplate their thoughts in motion
wondering, is there more to life than this emotion
maybe more than just a fancy and fleeting notion
a tale gripping as lost ones voyaging the ocean
maybe a feeling epitomizing a spiritual notion
assimilating the energy of minds keen on devotion.
(Happy Valentine's Day!) Wasn’t looking, but found you there
wounded bird, trying to take flight
untainted spirit, searching for the one
to squeeze, to tease, to please, to ease
…kiss my lips and taste compassion
Just met, yet want to know more
trance fixed, eyes hold the moment
whisper softly, the melody of words
to infiltrate, to captivate, to motivate, to liberate
…kiss my lips and taste their fashion
Pandora’s hope, that’s what you are
destined fate, to spark even an interest
lingering thoughts, unable to eradicate
feel it, won’t quit, feel you, mind’s bent
…kiss my lips and taste the passion
Woke up, wondering what page of a tale
why me, pain and hurt are like kin
fight this, don’t want to let love creep in
help me, won’t give in, school’s out, still I’m torn
…kiss my lips and taste eruption
Dare I Dream
(Dedicated to the memory of M.L. King)
Dare I dream
a vision when, the world clutches the serenity
with a zealous hand tempered by devotion
embracing all life with open arms and compassion
that suffocates the pestilence of power and greed
Dare I behold
a time when, no one notices the insignia
perpetrated in language and literature of a people
with the intention to separate the tribes even further
than the finite space between the planet’s poles
Dare I believe
a God when, suffering rules the intellect
like a never-ending nightmare twisted by meaning
to abandon and forsake hope with cynical reason
only to confide in the uncertainty of the close-minded
Dare I dream
an episode when, the world beats the heart
of a spiritual song tempting the conscience
to seek beyond the confounds of everyday life
the connectivity we share from dawn to dusk.
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