CULTURAL DIVIDE

THE CULTURAL DIVIDE IS JUST A FORM OF IGNORANT PRIDE

IT RESIDES IN PEOPLE WHO HAVE ALWAYS HAD THE FREE RIDE

SLIP SLIDING AWAY ON THAT CLOUD OF DREAMS THAT ARE NEVER

MATURE ENOUGH TO MOVE FORWARD TO TEST THE WATERS OF DIVERSITY

DIVERSITY IS FREEDOM IN ALL ITS GLORY AND SPLENDOR WHERE YOUR

HEART AND THEIR HEART IS THE LEGAL TENDER

COME TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, OVER ME, OVER YOU, BROWN, YELLOW, GREEN, &

BLUE

SAIL THE DISTANT SEAS

CLIMB THE TALLEST TREES

IN THE END THERE IS NO DIVIDE FOR WE ARE ALL ONE AND ALL UNDER THE

ONE AND ONLY

CLOUD 9

LIVING ON CLOUD NINE

WITH THAT SUGAR SO REFINED

DOWN TO THAT PARTICLE OF ME

AND U SO CRYSTAL BLUE

WHERE EVERYTHING IS CLEAR AND NEAR

THEY SAY LOVE IS BLIND BUT I BELIEVE

IT CLOSES OUT EYES TO WHAT ISNT MEANT TO BE SEEN

BUT THE REALITY OF WHAT IS REALLY THERE

ON THOSE CLOUDS THAT WE FLOAT AND FLIT WHERE WE NEED THE AIR 2 LIVE

SO SWEET SO DIVINE THIS CLOUD OF MINE

A DREAM IS A WISH

A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES

WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP AND AWAKE

WHEN THERE IS SO MUCH AT STAKE

FLY ABOVE THE DRAMA WITH A FROWN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

WHO NOW IS THE SILLY CLOWN?

DOWN,DOWN,DOWN, THE HATERS WILL FALL LIKE THE DOMINOES ON THE

STAIRCASE PUSHED BY THE CHILD WITH NO PREJUDICE OR HATE

DREAM YOUR DREAM, LET IT FLOAT UP TO THE SKY EVER SO HIGH TO BE BY

GOD'S OWN EYE

A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES WHEN YOU ARE FAST ASLEEP AND YET

STILL AWAKE

POEM FROM A TRAIN

AS I SEE THE SCENERY PASS BY

NO TEARS SHALL I CRY

I WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE MEMORIES OF LAUGHTER AND NEAR STRIFE

RUNNING THROUGH THESE HEARTSTRINGS LIKE MY OWN LIL' SYMPHONY

TAKING ME MANY YEARS TO FINE TUNE IN THESE MONTHS OF JUNE AND JULY

AS THE SUNSET SINKS SLOWLY ON BY

BEAUTIFUL ORANGES AND RUSSET PINKS MAKES ME STOP AND THINK THIS

MAJESTY IS ALL GONE IN A BLINK OF AN EYE WITH THAT LIGHT BROWN SHADE

LOOKING OUT TOWARDS THE HORIZON AND MY GOALS

I SEE I AM ALWAYS MOVING FORWARD AND WILL ALWAYS BE HEADING HOME

ME & U

LAID BACK SLIGHT EYE CONTACT

BREEZING BY WITH A SMILE

STAY A WHILE

WRAPPED IN A HUG

LOVE IS MY DRUG

SWIRL MY HIPS

TO MY OWN DRUM BEAT

DROP IT DOWN AND BRING IT BACK

LOOK AGAIN FOR ANOTHER CHOICE EYE CONTACT

HERE IT IS AND THERE IT GOES

LIKE A BLOOMING OF A ROSE

A PICK OUT OF A BOUQUET OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND STILL

AS WE FIRE AT WILL

WE TALK  MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING AND EVERYTHING IN THE SHORT SPACE OF

OF TIME WHERE EVERYTHING IS DIVINE.

TAKE MY HAND TO FEEL THE SPARKS THAT TRAVERSE THE TO OF HEARTS TONITE

TELL ME IT IS RIGHT.

I FEEL I HAVE KNOWN YOU ALL MY LIFE

DON;T LET GO OF MY HAND FOR WE NEED TO CONTINUE SOMEHOW....SOMEWHERE

....OVER THERE.....IN THAT CHAIR?

OOOHHH I DON'T CARE

JUST AS LONG AS YOU AND I ARE THERE AND NEVER JUST ANYWHERE.

HEELS OR FLATS?

DRESS UP DRESS DOWN

WHERE OH WHERE TO GO IN THIS TOWN

FEEL SOPHISTICATED AND CLASSY

FEEL LIKE YOU ARE ON THE CLOUDS

FEEL LIKE A WELL WORN PAIR OF JEANS

FEEL LIKE DANCIN' TO THE GOOD GROOVE OF A LOCAL BAND

SO HIGH ON LIVIN' LIFE

I AM SO GLAD THAT I TOOK THAT BITE

SO MANY TEXTURES WITH THEIR TASTES PLEASING MY SENSES

ALL LEADING TO THAT ALL SO REAL AND VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION

HEELS OR FLATS?

THE VOICE

THE VOICE I HEAR

TELLS ME TO KEEP GOING

EVEN THOUGH I FEAR

WHERE I WANT TO GO

HOWEVER FAST OR SLOW

ON YOUR OWN PACE IT SAYS

YOU CAN'T BE RUSHED

LEARNING THIS IS A MUST

PLEASE TRUST NEVER RUST

KEEP GROWING ON THE VINE

WE ALL GET BETTER WITH TIME

MAKE HAST AND NOT WASTE ALL YOUR GIFTS

LIVE IN THE PRESENT

YESTERDAY IS GONE FOREVER

TODAY IS HERE

THE VOICE TELLS ME TO LIVE LIKE I AM HERE

GOD IS GOOD GOD IS GREAT

I AM ACCEPTING OF MY FATE

WHATEVER IT MAY BE

THE VOICE WILL HELP ME SEE

FEELIN' JAZZY

THE JAZZ AGE IS SO CHILL

WITH THE COOL GUYS WHO HAVE THE SWAGGER OOZING OUT OF THEM AS THE
 
AS THE DRINKS ARE BEING CONTINUOUSLY POURED AND THE CIGARS LIT UP

SO SMOOTH AND CRISP LIKE A HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL PAYIN' FOR THE ROUND OF

OF CROWN FOR THE GUYS AND DOLLS AS ELLA BELTS OUT A TUNE AND THE

GANGSTERS CLEAR OUT THE BACK ROOM

DOING THE CHARLESTON THEN KEEPING THE TIME WITH THE SHOW GALS @ THE

COTTON CLUB

THE GOOD OL' DAYS OF JAZZ SO SEXY AND SMOOTH FEELIN' THE GROOVE AS THE

SAXOPHONE WAILS THE FINAL NOTE TO BRING IT ON HOME.