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 Aug 2014 Kagey Sage
Jay G
There's hope for the end,
the singing black canary said
As this fog fades away
The canary is singing my name
There's hope for the end
The singing black canary said
Green pastures endlessly beyond me
if there is god this must be him
The canary sets off toward the sunset
singing down below
Maybe one will listen in
There is hope for the end
 Aug 2014 Kagey Sage
Jay G
i am drunk
and that doesn't make
me a poet
the cockroaches are
callin'
cause they know
they cant
die
the cigarette ash is
burning too close to
the ****
i'm snuffing
the heart
outta my own
soul
burning my own finger
tips
and the mountains are callin'
their own code
i cant smoke marijuana
but the dream is
dead free
the landslide is
callin'
draggin' my dreams with
the land
 Aug 2014 Kagey Sage
Jonny Angel
It was in a sweat lodge once,
you and me sat
deep in the middle
of the ancient forest.
Surrounded by pine trees
& lying in the *****
of our Earth Mother,
we received our sacred names
from the medicine man.
Yes it was true.
Together on a personal journey
& seeking knowledge,
we rode the good Red Road
into bliss.

You became
Miss Hummingbird
& me Mister Bee
& we saw the way
inside the burning fire.
Our desire was escalated
as more water smothered,
stoked the coals
into swirling
hot-visions.

The primal-perspiration
streamed over
our loinclothed bodies,
wanton,
our breathing
became erratic.
And with them lifted,
you gladly received my nectar
from behind in copious amounts
screaming.
I filled your sweet sweet cup,
all the way up to the brim.

And it was there,
connected in the darkness,
we became lost
in a harvest moon dream
& we kissed
forever.
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