Have you ever seen a yellow star ?
It shines bright inna night with just a kite I reach wide into the expanse of space to reach a place where my kite will fly past a cast of spots that have grown inna past to now accumulate enough stardust to sneeze out
A
MOON.
The golden hue surrounded by the celestial glue is one thing and then also another like the comets that are attracted to attraction to slingshot around with passions sweet as the fruit onna da tree the birds sing as if their honey was stolen by bees you know those critters that sweeten up the styling to cause a less diabetic piling of sugars in my blood to make it sweet for my vampiric loves with wings of a dove and talons of a Hawaiian this star in space is yellow as bright as my pillow talking bed fellow. She sees the red star in my eyes, I gotta switch it up, I kick it in my crocs like I do with the rocks my stones are Stoney and I give em bars of baloney you know that Canadian bacon that slab of sandwich meat I make it rough like the diamonds I find inna toughness of the mud street we get it out of the lepo it’s plump she picks me up to get a pump woah alright maybe I said to much… but the times are immaculate and on my watch I tell it well to the rhymes and rhythm that came from my skisms I ismed on the isles of Bonita this love
is a conglomerate of things.
I write about my Hawaiians n my senioritas n my natives all the time like my watch I tell it well like the rhymes that came from my mo’ōlelo I reach into a well of darkness to find my yellow star with red flames as hair that’s got this little attitude smirk like okay I can work with this baby boy why don’t you shine down and rain rays of starlight onto skies of gray so that you know how much I love you please don’t take my starlight away.
I hear your sounds in my head, like I was lost inna forest of sunshine, the sweet mulch onna da ground crinkle on my bare feet, and I supplant myself to be right in reach. As I watch you rise the sky connects while the water relates and concepts percepts to mash together this red blue and yellow dough to be baked in Gods celestial oven of colors to become our ancestors wildest imagination. Food
for thought.
They tell me what lies in my eyes is the truth and on my watch I tell it well I pocket watch to wash my socks and locs so I be smelling righteous for my star to rise this yellow guy tells of a mo’ōlelo of a dream that started with a bed fellow woah steady below the surface of the ocean are two turtles that are mellow and on the plains of Africa are these yellow fellows adored with Black stars on their coated pillow of fur they travel mighty through the plains of Africa
to her,
just to find that I and I are one, we formed stars in space to burn bright as our red haired sun. It’s interesting, Dick Gregory said “every n*gger is a star” so when you look at the coat of a cheetah, what do you see? Why are the stars Black and space is a Golden Fleece.
I tell this mo’ōlelo which is really a whole lot of this and not a lot of that. This becomes massive, an ever so growing expansive of conquer and conquest of words turned to action, and it feels so good to speak to my suns.
E A pō E
E Ala E.
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