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September's Rhyme
01:07
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green and black
yellow, red
rub your belly, pat your head
corners, edges
middle part
close one eye before you start
nine times backwards
sideways 'round
opens doors you've never found
key flies in without a sound,
key flies in without a sound
leopard whiskers
colored coat
let the lie escape your throat
circus dances open roads
seal the spell: there must be blood
fly through kisses
don't be rude
to latitude or longitude
solve the puzzle
turn the key
bleed a bit and then fly free
hold your courage, pumpkin dear.
one shoe off
the way is clear
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Were-owl
03:48
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Look long enough into the eyes of any creature,
there's no knowing what you'll find.
We all seek the light one way or another,
mostly flying blind.
Everything flies at the mercy of the moonlight,
lovers more than most at times.
You've sought the light where few have ever found it,
captured deep in tawny eyes.
Little one seek and ye shall find.
Take care what you find
in the tawny eyes of a hunter by night.
Who, who, who is it dares
to find these feathers, stroke this skin?
How, how, how can you dream of
the night he spreads his wings to hold you,
shows you all he knows and lets you in?
I've heard it said none but fools will ever count on
shifting shapes and flying dreams.
Foolish the heart that lights upon a love who's
never what he seems:
Shows one face at dawn and another in the twilight,
kings have worn his shape before
(kings have worn his wings before).
Lord of the evening, so handsome in the sunlight,
leaves you wanting so much more.
Child, death is a dance on the forest floor!
Who, who, who is it dares
to find these feathers, stroke this hide?
Why, why, why set your sights on
the night he spreads his wings to hold you,
shows you all his heart and bids you fly?
shifting shapes and flying dreams
love is never what it seems
wears another skin by day
be his love and not his prey
Who, who, who is it dares to seek the sun
and still want more?
How, how, how can you trust that he'll
open up his wings to hold you,
leave you brighter than you were before?
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There is no black and white to beauty.
The green sneaks in as often as you look.
The blue is in the ocean. The gold is in my eyes,
locked in a gaze. Did you notice
you were on my hook?
I wonder not, for here we are:
little vipers sing the Snake Star Song
in hisses and kisses.
Double check what you're messing with,
my prince.
Keep away, or I will burn your evil army down.
This night is mine, and you are not allowed.
Open my door; do not complain
At the coils of your rude awakening!
Wonder not, for here we are:
little vipers sing the Snake Star Song
in hisses and kisses.
Don't think you know everything,
my king.
Come into my temple
and you shall not leave unchanged.
Don't underestimate a goddess
when her heart is in your fangs.
Come into my temple
and you shall not leave unchanged.
Don't underestimate the serpent
when your heart is in her fangs, no!
I have warned my beloveds of my death to come.
I have seen your face and I know you.
It isn't your tale and your power 'twill spread
but the story of how I destroy you!
There is no black and white to beauty.
There is no black and white to beauty.
No, there is no black and white.
There is green and blue and gold and starlight.
Here we are: little vipers sing the Snake Star Song
in hisses and kisses.
Don't think you know everything,
my king!
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S. J. Tucker Perry, Arkansas
“Without our songs and stories, we are nothing.” S. J. Tucker has been captain of her own music career since 2004, when she left the workaday world behind to sing songs and change lives. Tucker is the voice of lore at the campfire and the sharp laughter of modern myth. With one hand anchored in her art and the other held out to us, she is songs and stories, community and wit. ... more
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