To The Masses (edit based on Tom's corrections and some of his suggestions )

[serge gurkski]

'A contribution to the Harlem Renaissance

http://youtu.be/xTEmldzx1xE

I pray the sweetness of hope
instead of love.

Do not – for the best of you – indulge in that
pool of pain made so to break you
once you lost this sweet feeling.

You better do not
corrupt the stones that hold you,
but should you feel so inclined,
to cut it short; do, please, not
waste away of what you don't have yet,
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In altered zones of half-delight
I tumble around and the days
steal themselves away.
The lovers come and go,
leaving me lonely and
politics is not soothing me either,
I talk America, I talk to a beautiful nation.

Beautiful is not you my friend,
but the concept that governs you, is.
Just dare to read Jefferson.


(this is just the intro)

I will wait until it is finished. You would expect no less.
Very best,
tectak

that is a good idea: this stanza starting with; altered zones is too Gurkskish for even me. ;-) . It is under construction. I scribble too much. should really reduce my out put. At least as far as texts are concerned. cheers serge