DRUM BEATS OF THE SAHARA

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I hear the sounds of the morning
The sun has already peaked from clouds
It is a land filled with expectations
Africa my motherland
Born out of determination
Created from experience
By our ancestors who lived before us
As the skies turn blue then white
I look at the horizon
See futures that we yearn for
Happiness that is sometimes fleeting
We all want a hope that stays
Deserts call for their thirst
As life begins from a hatched egg
I dream of a better life ahead
Life made to be lived to the fullest
I watch the sun descend the horizon
Dances split the stillness of the air
As night approaches
I hear drum beats
In the middle of the Sahara desert
Life begins anew
Children are born
Mothers celebrate life
Africa my best life yet lived
On a land that never sleeps
Refreshed by its Spring waters
Comforted by its diamonds in the soil
Love made in the African pot
Brewed into expectant hearts

DAME OF THE NIGHT

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She danced seductively to a slow song
intertwining on the pole like a vine
A snake slithering around a tree stump
She had mastered her craft
Knew the pole like the back of her hand
Dancing around it
Sliding down its height
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I AM ONLY THE PIANO PLAYER

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I play late into the darkest night alone
Yet still feeling you
Telling myself i have not left you unaided or lost
I had a chance to love you
Yet my fingers would not let go of the piano
Seeping tunes of wordless music
Because you are not there
I refuse to let go of the moments that made sense in me
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I WANT AN AGED MATURED CLASSIC LOVE

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I watched him play his Alto Saxophone
The way those tunes belted out
You’d think he played from his birth
Yet he had this mature physique
He was older, much older than i
His head tinted with silver grey hairs
A small beard peaked from his chin
Highlighted by small pecks of grey
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A BLEEDING HEART SINGS A SONG

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My heart bleeds
For a love that can never be mine
Yearning for a touch that burns
Yet still freezes my lonesome soul
You made me feel like i want to protect you
Let you lie down on my chest
Nuzzle you to sleep
As i slowly hum a slow dark song
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