Atlas did a hand stand
and bullets whizzed past
Jesse Jackson's ears

Blood showed the way
to the polls and
all of it was red

The soft winds of
change blow quietly
and are often taken
for granted

Within is
heat held
that rises as
it expands and
widens, full of

surprises

Triggers pull
the plug on nature's
plea for patience

Motherly love
knows no bounds

Willing partners place
a peacock's fan over
coy smiles implied but
never stated

rocks rust over time

ringlets of age
curl around a singularity

particles of faith
trace geometric precision
into and out of time,
strands that
contain instructions for
life itself in
every dimension
when all is
in good health

and health

is
wealth








a couple of Geometry songs and a beat for rappers http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm


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