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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The Egg.
by Louis B. Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
One tiny little egg is deposited
Along with a thousand fellows
And it is hidden,
Amongst russet, green, yellow
Many a day must pass
Before the first one cracks
But soon they all must go
Feed they then on grasses
Tender shoots of plants
Some of the young get eaten
And there are those
Before the second dawn are froze
It is a deadly dance
One by one they leave then
Each must follow it’s own uncertain path
One weaves a silken cocoon
And enters chrysalis
He won’t come out too soon—
Until he’s done with this
And so the weeks they pass
The appointed time now comes
The transformation’s done
He crawls out into the light
Out into the warm summer sun
He dries his new-grown wings
And he sees
With golden antennae unfurled
Tasting the currents of the breeze
Becomes aware of the larger world
Now he gives a special call
His mate he hopes to bring
Three days he has, no less and no more
He arises on the wind
Time is short.
It is time to soar.
c2010
All Rights Reserved
One tiny little egg is deposited
Along with a thousand fellows
And it is hidden,
Amongst russet, green, yellow
Many a day must pass
Before the first one cracks
But soon they all must go
Feed they then on grasses
Tender shoots of plants
Some of the young get eaten
And there are those
Before the second dawn are froze
It is a deadly dance
One by one they leave then
Each must follow it’s own uncertain path
One weaves a silken cocoon
And enters chrysalis
He won’t come out too soon—
Until he’s done with this
And so the weeks they pass
The appointed time now comes
The transformation’s done
He crawls out into the light
Out into the warm summer sun
He dries his new-grown wings
And he sees
With golden antennae unfurled
Tasting the currents of the breeze
Becomes aware of the larger world
Now he gives a special call
His mate he hopes to bring
Three days he has, no less and no more
He arises on the wind
Time is short.
It is time to soar.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wronged.
I know I done wrong
I know I was stupid
I can’t explain it
I was hoping that you could
Why did I leave you?
All those long years ago
How could I hurt you?
Someone must know
I know I done wrong
I know I was stupid
I can’t explain it
I was hoping that you could
Always so full of anger and rage
No one really likes me anymore
Someone must help me—I want to turn the page
Help me rip open the bars of my cage
I know I was a silly fool
But then the darkness took over
Why did I leave you?
All those long years ago
I can’t explain it, but someone must know
How long will it last?
How long will it take, to bury the past?
I know I done wrong
I know I was stupid
I can’t explain it
I was hoping that you could.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Lord's Prayer, re-dubbed and re-mixed.
by Louis B. Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
(Let’s see you rap this one off you mo’fo’s!)
Our Father
Who art in heaven
I met him
At the Seven-Eleven
Hallowed
Be Thy name
He was playing
A video game
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done
Always a loser,
Never havin' no fun
On Earth
As it is in heaven
Thank my stars and the lucky sevens
Give us this day
Our daily bread
Lord I can’t stop
This song in my head
And forgive us
Our trespasses
Sometimes
You even kick our asses
And lead us not
Into temptation
Saints preserve our super nation
The power and the glory
Forever and ever
No more, no less, and maybe never
In the name of the Father
And the Son, and the Holy Spirit
And my momma, and my girl,
And my sister, and my little baby brother
Deliver us from evil
In the name of all my brothers and sisters
Amen.
Halleluyah, my brothers and sisters. Halleluyah.
Amen. Amen.
Amen.
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