MY HOKEY POKEY PLAN
When she opened that note,
my best hope was that just a little would go wrong
She’d read my poems But not my disguise
Scribbled lines, a message plagiarized , read like lyrics to a song, A Hokey Pokey of twisted limbs and all were in and they didn’t belong
Tuned to dials middle where the signal strength was strong , the white girls danced to bubble gum but I needed to hear a Smokey song
“More joy than time could ever  destroy” got me smiles , maybe a peck,  , wasn’t hard to guess what’s coming next.
Busted, that one in ten friend blended truth into her ear and , well, when cause was lost , that was very very clear. Some tears and jeers, guilt trips and fingers flipped
One would think that plan extinct
But I’d circle back and double down Next move employed Masterful Hijinks
“This is no fiction, this is no act”
Yeah that’s from Smokey I’d say
I’m was unable to communicate any other way. I knew you’d know and I’m anxious to come clean,
You are for me all that I’ve ever dreamed. Her smiled softened gladdened that I told her truth,
was this a glory day or proof of misspent youth?

LEFT TURN

Left turn, left turn 4 straight times,
I'm on an oval with no finish line.
Unanswered questions racing thru my mind, u drove away and took love's exit sign, and left me behind with left turn, left turn 4 more times.

No one goes thru life without making mistakes, You put your pride aside and face the trouble you make. When you hold someone's heart you hold life's highest stakes. Then you treat me like a pitstop, my emotions ain't fake.

Like the myth of Sisyphus and his uncompleatable task, love moved slowly up the mountain but fell real fast, now I'm caught in the Minataur's maze doomed to retrace the past, to escape the unescapable is all that i ask. Love once invincible, unbreakable, now shattered like glass.

Cuz these left turns are a bad design, let's take a right turn to the finish line. The only oval would  be a diamond with brilliant shine. We'd ride away together, and leave the Left Turns behind.

Bobby O

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AND THE WORLD WILL BE BETTER FOR THIS
A dire quest now requires a friend to rescue a friend
To get deep enough into situations to risk awkward 
to be brave enough with no vacillation,  to go onward
To recognize delicacy, be armed with intricacy, reversing inaccuracy born of those who have come from before , yet still dive  straight into the maelstrom, with no detour designed , advice to heed warnings you quickly decline. Ready to bravely, plow through   shocked faces on enemies that think they have won
Yet you Realize that  this battle , this war, well it’s just begun. They should expect no pity under this ****** sun. This merciless story shall find them engaged  by an army of one , on a mission to rescue , before it’s too late before your best friend forever meets an ominous fate
You proceed with pure valor without question or pause, Windmills be ******, you’d March straight through holy hell for this heavenly cause
BOBBY O

SPINNING CONCLUSION
Phillippe  said how could I let her get away? I did have hope that she was going to stay. I’m feeling that if she loves  or leaves I wont even lift a finger, I don’t think I’ll even think or grieve ,  maybe not even linger when  noticing  she wont be sitting next to me at the ball game.  

Smirking now and not wondering how this before never empty seat shouts intimacy subtracted and belated , Yeah, this ends not complicated,  just simple cause and effect, with quick pause to collect , Sharing out loud  a dialect between me and  my companioned voice of mind , because my sanity is going to wake as  them or they or she intakes These  lyrics.  I hope they’re fair, but admitting something anyway ,I’m a little scared to share and the end will be and bring us somewhere.

Put a little jazz riff to it , I’m thinking she oughta put a little musica to it , and I’ll abet and let, so she  can visit if she insists. Will there  be a view that’s crowned most fun to see? Probably she wouldn’t tell me. With or without  her screams and silken sheets, that or not  that , this episode will be complete
BobbyO

I LEFT
Now I’m gone and you should’ve known
That I’d be gone when all your Coven costumes  were sewn , with duplicity and  lies you tried to keep the story intact. You surprised me with the  ease of deceit you were enabled to enact
A tale of flawed origin?
Why did we even interact?
Now I’m gone, and I think you should’ve known,
I had to be gone,  I saw those  evil seeds you’ve sown with a clever construct of lies that you used as a disguise. Now I need a vaccination spiritually wise, all your excuses and your stories I’ve come to despise
so I am gone and you should’ve known
Just look around and  see that now I’m  gone.
This cat has flown
the coop or whatever you call it I’m not around anymore so call up whatchamacallit,
because now I’m gone and you sure should’ve known
Bobby O

All these words are jumbled  and presented without plan or effort , which one or is it all ? Is the emperor showing off his suit  like sheep the comments fall in line n’er a critical retort , is it fear that has closed your mind , tossing bouquets and blowing kisses followed by the disingenuous  let’s go lunch or brunch or maybe we should crunch all these soled and failed attempts   Wake up   Help someone and tell the truth when work is bad bust  the bubble , 8 out of 10 ate droning  complaining ing   whoa is me pity me read my drivel and I’ll read yours. MOST OF THESE POEMS SHOULD EMBARRASS YOU !

Thelonius Reborn as the Dee Oh Double Gee

If we rhyme metaphorically , reach back historically, spit out new styles  just like Miles, compose tunes that Trane, John Coltrane, would be proud to compile, or like the Bird, Charlie Parker, bravely brake rules, take take take, the music apart, do you  honor Darwinian progress? Do you demand excellent art? Then you might might be from Hip- Hop,  yeah, that's where many geniuses start. The way each style, with its own honed sharpened edge, achieved unique prominence,  it’s just Chi Town Commonsense.
It's simple, it's like nature, there is no fakers, take Kanye West or Chet Baker. Satchmo begets Biggy, Tupac was influenced by Dizzy. Our Discerning ears are blessed each time new evolutions arise, that redesign and define, unleashing musical highs with no conpromise. Parallels and similarities to cool people like you should be no suprise. Stretching art just for art's sake, eyes eyes eyes, on no other prize.
They got Words and Chords fired with a furious frenzy and a ferocious fluidity. Lines and rhymes scatted so scathingly slow they create this surreal serenity. It Might have you boppin to Hampton, Sir Duke , or Miss Ella? Or tip you to trippin on Twista,  Tribe Quest, Rockafella.
Monk and Snoop, Thelonius and the  D. O. Double G ,they both got game.. Basie the Count, The Clan of Wu Tang, the same. Dedicating days, weeks, even years carefully, lovingly crafting perfection. Giants, and I do mean Giants,  of Hip- Hop and Jazz,share that improvisational connection.
But alas, amidst greatness we are graced, and humbly  each day,I say, Let's embrace the soulful caress that each genre conveys. That Cool Cat may take hip- hop, that Pretty Lady may take jazz, or you can twist the order around. Cause each delivers a pleasure that is non- stop, and that, my amazing people,  is How Music should Sound!!
Bobby O




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