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so I move, to supple sweet,
and groove this life, upon two feet,
to take the day, and let it wake me
the sun shines down, its blessed free,

I pray above, only to ask Her...
why all around me, people do mask Her?
and fight to say their religion is best
resting on teams of faith as a crutch to confidence

whence it happened
long ago

a shatter loud
does history show

as I’s were killed for belief
as now the same is not physical

"The wrong electricity, you’ve taken," She said
a Plug-In Boxset, to play with your head
so I asked, "what can I do?"
and that’s when I heard, "Love, its in you..."

"what’s in me," I said, and laughed with a smile
"the energy," She said, "It can drive you for miles"

ponder, I looked up, to might catch a look
She said "put your head down, deep in your book"

and
I
asked
Y?

"cause I’s can create, it must be encouraged,
its sad, though however, that most are discouraged"

and I wrote the birth away
slipping through unconscious fray

and dreamed of painters
the brush musicians
rock guitar and smooth transitions
glitter glue, as sports are true
where life is pushing that inner self
as to move it off the shelf

and laid my eyes to rest, and cried
as Her sweet surrender I abide
and sink real deep, unto my I
electric answer to my question Y
and in my head, my soul did bound
"with the blood of I children, all around"


©1999 by Yosh