We're eating curds
A web of music
On his tuffet...
Sweet *** candy
Sugarhand
Sugarfoot
Drummer
Boy, Oh boy!

Who saw him first?
At the centre the garden
the scars of this creation
laid over his nakedness
Filled and bursting
with knowledge
Even the red hume
of his indulgence
confess from open lips
He must have sinned
He must have sinned, but
Where the tree of life
Where the serpent
and the children,
in their own despair,
call him Adam

I'm not clothed myself
In sophistication
As the windy city sounds:
Fly me to the Moon
Miles and Miles
of familiarity
So what.
Bye bye black bird

I'll run wild and free
like Serengeti
with the wild things
Escaping frantically
Where all things die
"Eventually"

Can't you see
the dark side?
Bright like the moon
Consider the facts. Just
For the art of it.
What's in his style?
side by side by side
"Can't you see it"
Its a hexahedron
with an ism
How modern
is modern art?
This abstract form
forms from subtraction
"Today, the truth is
on display."
- Sandile

If you knew how,
would you listen?
Sounds like a ping
Even space is missing

The city built apace
It's a sea of spice
A tastes more bitter
than the last byte

"Deng the God
cover me!"
Rain and sky reign
Xiaoping. Ping Li

A bloom is a bloom
warm and fragrant
and it pervades
It holds its scent
of knowledge
for today
Tomorrow,
I'll remember!