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That Stuff Right There… (Love) A freestyle

Don’t know nothing bout that thing right there;

never wished to figure out what it’s concocted of

But they say it’s poison–that stuff right there;


ah put a jazzy spell on ya,

have you waltzing and day dreaming on pastel clouds,

singing bout moons and magic

and make-believe

But lord when it’s over, man when it’s gone…

You hear what I say?

I said that mess is poison–eats up all the insides,

Heart and spirit too!

That stuff right there is voodoo

You best to realize,

before you go jitter-bugging

and writing bout butterflies,

before you go drawing hearts

with y’all’s names inside

That stuff right there,

that thing right there,

that mess right there…?

Is poison child




2011 Nano winner 2009 special mention in Writer's Journal for "Silent Words" Poet, avid reader, lover of art, average Jane