Jeremy+Cothran


 * An Ode to Sweet Tea**

An Ode to you, sweet tea. From your sweet taste To your tea attributes You make life surely, sweet.

I look upon you On that store shelf up on the third row. I take no second thought when I consider buying you. For you are the sweetner to my life. As I take you off the shelf And onto my cart. I can't wait until I get home.

From When I open you To pouring you into my class Nothing is more refreshing. An Ode to you, Sweet tea!


 * "Praise poem"**

I am running. I am sprinting. Running fast Running long. I chase you until I find you. I seek you until I have you. I hunt you Until I aquire. you.

It is you that makes life sweet It is you that makes life worth living No other can refresh me No other can refurbish me.

Sweet Tea, you are my refreshment. You are the sweetness in my life And for that, I praise you!


 * RIff poem**

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 * 3 Poems from A poet

Poet = Jim Morrison.

An American prayer**

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? filled with green death (I touched her thigh & death smiled) We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us

With the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we are promised

Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove%Proxy-Connection: keep-alive Cache-Control: max-age=0 We of the starling flight & velvet hourProxy-Connection: keep-alive Cache-Control: max-age=0 0We of arabic pleasures's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A night of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala**.

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Old men worship with long noses, old soulful eyes. Young girls worship, exotic, indian, with robes who make us feel foolish for acting with our eyes. Lost in the vanity of the senses which got us where we are. Children worship but seldom act at it. Who needs temples & couches & T.V.

We can do it on a sunny floor w/ friends & make any sound or movement that comes. Roll on our backs screaming w/ mirth glad in the guilt of our madness. Better to be cool in our worship & gain the respect of the ancient & wise wearing those robes. They know the secret of mind-change reality.


 * Awake**

Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones The time has come again Choose now, they croon Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us Everything is broken up and dances.