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Serpent's Gift feat. Mud, Osiris Seti Scott Booque, Patanjali Bee, Zane Ramskeys (Prod. the Lightning Rod Salesman)

from the Seven Deadly Sins and Other Short Stories by the Ubiquitous Love Tribe

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(Mud)

who's this typesetter? in right weather i write better, hype never sever the sight, tethered to my type, clever i might kite the heights in the bright night, erratic like the snipes flight

and seen the flickering lights from corner lamps before the crack of dawn
chilly down your spine, the scent of sess up in your no who am i kidding now
pictures visioned by eye betwixt the brow distorted when its written down
assorted with these writtens now, torpid with the visions how they be the breeze that sweeps the poppy seeds
how they be the leaves that sheet the autumn streets
who you lobsters cropping b? i flow an infinite photograph
and spit a paint in which no phonies last for long under a steady gaze
this song for better days, belongs with those who know to read what setting say
a heady way to go about it,
oh and flow is spouting free, let's count it lucky
words aint water like ya fucking sprinklers running when it's raining cats and dogging daughters neither
clothed in reaper colors like your truths but really it aint black and white
have to cite the flight of monarch round the arch of lantern light
pound so twist it all at once
loud ya smell it from the street
out i walk with spliff in a hand,
cops was doing dirt as usual
i peeped the moon was full and smiled
child in me is easy with the going oh and so irreverent with the soul he blow balloons of this pure as the driven snow
and tongue the brush for murals planted by my vivid flow is grown from ribs and oh so biblical
but you won't see him till you know we all descend from night, growing tall and splendid like the trees where serpents pick their gifts
on holidays, and other occasions
just for the sake of imagination

(Osiris Seti Scott Booque)

indian giver...
the umpteenth of infinity
250z
or
350z
niecon top
with the cherry
soda pop
goes the weasel
mustela
mustelidae
genus
is a taxonamic rank
and I’m still smoking that dank
i love what fuck you thank what
with the rhetoric you had best erect a statue of the kid with erect tip
at the jump off
the ref.
old blind zebra ass sucka
i pity the fool
but even more i pity the mule
for the human work a nigga
jerk a nigga
police cock back
they scared batts
the hurt a nigga
and a cracka
and a gook
and a dike
and a kike
and beaner
my demeanor
mind ya own
working on a sense a self
to have a self appointed thrown
gotta that simba complex these samba concepts
might conflict with whats yes
we want you
uncle tom
and i wanna speak to uncle
samson

(Patanjali Bee)

Now here’s some lime and pepper (sweet and spicy)
Like birds of feathers we can be
Lets flock together
Thyme growers
Avid watchers of the sun setter
Rider out of love
Met her for a moment we were tethered
Though lines became weathered
But with love you see, its never severed
If the love is true (I KNOW)
Just let it flow
Let it grow
Let it go?
Yes, no, yes, no
Though
Now’s no time to doubt
In this time of drought
Heave and hoe
Give
Receive
Create your reality
Transparent to brutality
Apparent is my sanity
Love to parrots, serpents, bees, and manatees
And Budz Rich’s ill pajama steeze
Avocado, pear, and banana trees
If truth be told than I’m listening
Aura be glistening
Somethings interesting
Oh what can it be?
I
Feel
That
You
Are
Intricately part of me
Harmonized melaladys
In Tuolumne we wondering
Pondering the essence
That bonds you and I
Ubiquity
Harvesting the blessings
Omnipresence into all of me(we)
There's no coincidence
Just synchronic beings

(The best fighter never has to fight at all)


(Zane Ramsay with the beautiful ride out)


P.S.

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much love and many blessings

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from the Seven Deadly Sins and Other Short Stories, released February 14, 2014

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Puppeteer of nonsense words and phrases. Journeyman wind magician & marginally upright honkey. Matriarch and thoughtsmith-errant of the Ubiquitous Love Tribe. Educator, storyteller, collagist, producer...

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