Gene's Poetry

Hello my friends
from planet earth
it’s nice to see you
again.

Well let’s shake your move
and dance and groove
and do all the things we’ve always wanted to do

You know who is you in this new planet earth
A rebirth of our friends our sins our debt

We’ve gotta look towards our planet
what we see
is the future it’s not just him or me

It’s us together as we dance
in harmony
between ourselves

and them

whoever they are

Us against them
Whoever they are
Us against them
We’ll dance the night away

With them and us

Lets tomorrow decide our differences
and see if there is anything left
besides a hangover

(laugh)

Well let’s shake your move
and dance and groove
and do all the things we’ve always wanted to do

(laugh)

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You tried to transcend sex.
(Why not food?)
Freud said we needed shelter.
(But sex was there too.)
Food means nothing any ole way,
Since I lost you.

Forever is tomorrow.
Tomorrow is unseen.
If you believe in yourself,
Then you believe in me.

Archangels of the Universe,
(Always go unseen.)
Work is done mysteriously.
(But food was there too.)
Sex means nothing any ole way,
Since I lost you.

Tomorrow is forever.
Forever is unseen.
If you believe in me,
Then I believe in thee.

Climbing Jacobs ladder
Harder than we thought.
Work our way to Zion
The bridges are washed out.
Each hurricane Jah blows our way gives testament,
And we want to shout.

And we want to shout
There is no doubt
Jah is good
When times are bad
Jah is good
Please dont be sad

Forever is tomorrow.
Tomorrow is unseen.
If you believe in yourself,
Then you believe in me.

And we want to shout
There is no doubt
Jah is good
When times are bad
Jah is good
Please dont be sad.

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Do you remember the past?

There were massive deaths…

They said you would die…

Please respond….

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Attention:

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Sales of existing U.S. homes rose 2 percent in August to the second highest level on record.

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Dear Friend,

Can you believe this?

The real estate market is full of speculators… vacation homes… second homes… rentals for income.

“We’ve never seen this type of speculative real estate activity in the history of Los Angeles.” said some broker asshole.

As an aside… we have the most expensive home on the block, but for how long?

Remember that the winds are blowing in the south Pacific?

Building materials rise like a bomb!

Since we’ve yet to die from war, famine or disease,

We have the comfort we need.

We must continue to build and solidify.

There is no better place for you to be.

Than with Gene.

Lord have mercy.

Amen.

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I’m gonna rap on your door and tap on your window pane.

Until I can get through to you, they ain’t nothing I can do.

I want to thank you Aretha, Ms. Ross and and all you sisters that got me through…

I can say I know how to love a man, get respect, and it’s thanks to you. Bette and others so low down cool.

Until I became a winner, I was the loser of all time. It was when I decided I was young, gifted and white that I finally got blessed with my rhymes.

I am the happiest person on the earth because all my dreams have come true, and it’s thanks to you, my sisters of color, Celia Cruz God bless you… and Lauryn Hill you should be my cousin. Bless your hearts and keep this faith alive until the day we all die and forever after Amen, Amen to this love we share that transpires all ends, my friends, God bless, shall your fruit multiply for Jah and Adonai.

To God, Jah and Adonai. To Allah amen and amen. To all my friends amen and bless your hearts for your truth, your love, your courage and your faith to the one Almighty that guides us all.

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I’m gonna rap on your door
and tap on your window pane.

Until I can get through to you,
there ain’t nothing I can do.

I want to thank you Aretha,
Miss Ross and miss Rosa
and all you sisters that got me through…

I can say I know how to love a man,
get respect, and it’s thanks to you.
Bette and others so low down cool.

Until I became a winner,
I was the loser of all time.
It was when I decided I was young,
gifted and white that I finally
got blessed with my rhymes.

I am the happiest person on the earth
because all my dreams have come true,
and it’s thanks to you,
my sisters of color,
Celia Cruz God bless you…

and Lauryn Hill you should be my cousin.
Bless your hearts and keep this faith alive
until the day we all die
and forever after Amen,
Amen to this love we share
that transpires all ends,
my friends, God bless,
shall your fruit multiply
for Jah and Adonai.

To God, Jah and Adonai.
To Allah amen and amen.
To all my friends amen
and bless your hearts
for your truth, your love,
your courage and your faith
to the one Almighty
that guides us all.

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Some people cry
and others get angry
when they find out they will die.

When you think of them.
If you think of them,
think of yourself too.

An we’re supposed to do
What Jesus wants us to.
Why don’t we do what Jesus
wants us to?

I made a choice
to go my own way

Thank God that way gave me you.

You are the center of all existence.

In the end
We are not different
when we die we are not different.
And i thought I was so different.

Everyone dies.

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Me and my vagina, it’s an innie, not an outie
Penis envy move aside, my vagina should be glorified
Chromosomes decided my vaginal fate, but I decide to love it or it hate

Now men don’t have a vagina like meeee…..
They have a penis which allows them to stand and peee…..
That’s about all the diiiiiffffeeeeereeeenncccee I can seee…

It’s there, I don’t really notice it.
My vagina is among the nicest.
I think vaginas are really powerful.

Yes, vaginas are really powerful. They’re historic.
I don’t know what I would do without it.
More men should consider living
with a vagina.
It’s easily obtainable,
but it’s doubtful they
could mentally support one.
They’d probably just end up as
vaginal whores.

God really was gracious when
she gave me this vagina.

Thanks, hon.

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I’m a head in the middle of a table
Can’t you see?

That’s what it looks like…
well then, that’s what it is.

It’s not funny
It’s not religious to the eye
but maybe awakened destiny

No touch, taste,
only electrical senses

Thank God I can speak
Thank God I can speak.

There’s no way to make love to me,
Is there?
No way to shake my hand…
But there’s
NO PAIN.

I don’t hurt, and I won’t hurt you.
All my humanism gone–
and I still can’t find myself.

But here I am.
In the middle of this table.
Maybe doing something that
you don’t really like.

I’m a head in the middle of a table–
Here I am.
Am I today’s paraplegic or am I a future man.

If this song was not for you, then I’m sorry.
But I’m so lonely, I am soooo lonely.
I want to cry…

But do I want to die?

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As I lean into the turn, pulling, shifting,
Moving in ways I always thought I’d be afraid:
Frightened too impulsed.

Yes, the excitement, the danger, the confrontation
Of simple gravity is what it’s all about.

knowing not what to expect around every blind turn
Its what brings a man to face his every challenge
Impotency, fears,
It’s what we call riding the edge.

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Tu fértil inocencia
Como una celda esperando
Ser inyectado con mi amor viril.
Soy tu gran anestesia
Mejor que tequila del agave azul.

Sueño con el otro lado
Soñé que te cuidaba
Hay campo fuera de Guadalajara
Cultivarmos la buena hierba.
Crecemos el agave azul
Creamos el maguey
Tomamos el tequila
Hacemos el amor

En su alta vista
De los gusanos rojos,
Que el regalo se comparta.
Ten fe en este granjero.
Cuestalo que cuesta.

Los ruidos estallan
La gente trabajan
Acapulco mueve por el agave azul
Día y noche. Viva!
Y disfruta la caída.

Nos encontramos aquí
En los llanos de Jalisco.
Cambiamos nuestro enloquecido.
Porque tengo fe en ti.
Probamos algo nuevo.

Ya no soy su lechero, machista.
Tu tía no es tan calientita.
¿No sé quién intentó matarme?
No quiero una cuenta bancaria.
Te quiero a ti y a nuestra tierra.

Los ruidos estallan
La gente trabajan
Acapulco mueve por el agave azul.
Día y noche. Viva!

Vendemos el maguey.
Hacemos tequila del agave azul.
Y evitar la caída

Sueño con el otro lado.
Soñé que te cuidaba.
Recuerdese del campo fuera de Guadalajara.
Con una coa y felicidad, seamos jimadores
Cultivando la buena hierba y el agave azul.

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