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LET'S KISS THE SKY *“Wild thing I think you Move me... You make everything Groovy... Wild thing I think I love you.....” ~~Jimi Hendrix version (Live)* *Splashed across the Monterey screen, a Jimi scene where he is on his knees, guitar aflame as red ember fingers entice, urge each flickering note to wail, screech. Black, all colored fingers encourage a generation to take it higher, be the fire burning down an oppressive society. “Wild thing, I want to know for sure... You move me!”* ~~~~~ *Back in the day, as we often say, Babylon was on the run. People planet wide were having fun like agitated atoms escaping the sun in great solar storm flares spurred on by Mao Tsetung and the red East rising of Tai Shan. While in the beast’s belly stood the Black Panther Party. Red Book’s shining light held high, displayed proudly. In the other hand they held the guns of liberation. There were many who impatiently awaited word, ‘Let’s go! Now! Seize the time Seize the hour Off the pigs, Seize the power. The sky was there with red tinged clouds waiting wanting to be kissed by the surge of humanity.* ~~~~~ *That was then. We have rounded histories bend never reaching the top of Chingkangshan. This is now a new generation a youthful crowd seeks a new hour, a righteous power to topple those old ‘Ivory Towers’.* ~~~~~ *That was then we rocked the boulevard with our deeds our urgent words and necessities. “Let’s not speak falsely now the hour is getting late.” Each day saw some new advance a new dance. For a short wonderful breath we had the upper hand. We had the bourgeois on the run. They, shaking at rustling leaves; we, laughing as they flee. That was then, this is now. We have rounded histories bend never reaching the top of Chingkangshan.* ~~~~~ *As I replay that Jimi scene from 30 some odd years ago I can’t help thinking, We had them on the run? The flames from Jimi’s alive guitar spoke to us and we replied, ‘Wild thing, you move me!' And as we round histories bend, I can once again see the snow caps gleaming in the sun. This time this time we will reach over top of Chingkangshan, we will boldly say, “Excuse me while I kiss the sky!”* Archives: Written 1998 https://youtu.be/7DGGFx7Zmbw
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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LET'S KISS THE SKY *“Wild thing I think you Move me... You make everything Groovy... Wild thing I think I love you.....” ~~Jimi Hendrix version (Live)* *Splashed across the Monterey screen, a Jimi scene where he is on his knees, guitar aflame as red ember fingers entice, urge each flickering note to wail, screech. Black, all colored fingers encourage a generation to take it higher, be the fire burning down an oppressive society. “Wild thing, I want to know for sure... You move me!”* ~~~~~ *Back in the day, as we often say, Babylon was on the run. People planet wide were having fun like agitated atoms escaping the sun in great solar storm flares spurred on by Mao Tsetung and the red East rising of Tai Shan. While in the beast’s belly stood the Black Panther Party. Red Book’s shining light held high, displayed proudly. In the other hand they held the guns of liberation. There were many who impatiently awaited word, ‘Let’s go! Now! Seize the time Seize the hour Off the pigs, Seize the power. The sky was there with red tinged clouds waiting wanting to be kissed by the surge of humanity.* ~~~~~ *That was then. We have rounded histories bend never reaching the top of Chingkangshan. This is now a new generation a youthful crowd seeks a new hour, a righteous power to topple those old ‘Ivory Towers’.* ~~~~~ *That was then we rocked the boulevard with our deeds our urgent words and necessities. “Let’s not speak falsely now the hour is getting late.” Each day saw some new advance a new dance. For a short wonderful breath we had the upper hand. We had the bourgeois on the run. They, shaking at rustling leaves; we, laughing as they flee. That was then, this is now. We have rounded histories bend never reaching the top of Chingkangshan.* ~~~~~ *As I replay that Jimi scene from 30 some odd years ago I can’t help thinking, We had them on the run? The flames from Jimi’s alive guitar spoke to us and we replied, ‘Wild thing, you move me!' And as we round histories bend, I can once again see the snow caps gleaming in the sun. This time this time we will reach over top of Chingkangshan, we will boldly say, “Excuse me while I kiss the sky!”* Archives: Written 1998 https://youtu.be/7DGGFx7Zmbw
This is another poem written a while ago and pulled from the archives.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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