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Little Miss Dynamite_081141304.mp3

Just The Same.....

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the night air is empty (2).wav

Genocide Calls

One Too Many Lacole's

Hera

At the stroke of night, Hera flys at the speed of light
Brushing cheeks, and sprinkling loved ones with kisses

Hera’s goodwill is felt when a stranger lends a smile or rushes to hold the door when your hands are too full

Channeling the power of her invisibility,  
Hera travels the sky unseen, meeting everyone’s needs

I thought I caught a glimpse of her, 
as the clouds rolled passed the moonlight, I was mistaken, it was just the reflection of my mind’s eye

There was a melody, “Sewing the Seeds of Love”, as the clouds moved above

Hera’s spell carried me back to a super fun day, a day spent with laughter, adventure and a warm hand to hold with a long time friend that hung on my every word 

The warmth and connection super charged my soul, so I must come back for more, no fountain of youth, instead an understanding and safe, warm place to rest, cradled amongst the stars, purple rain and sweetest mist

Mums the word, as a secret too good to be true, could get backlogged with traffic, leaving Hera stuck on the Tube.
©️Suzyzoo

Hera

The bull rears its horns 
Loves a challenge 
Street fight, Federal Reserve, say no more
AI, banderillas, the crowd
Push and pull
Matador’s cape
Fight or flight
Give me more
Barreras double money
2022 downturn kept em sayin “Ole”
Look out for fear of heights 
The bear’s always looking for cracks in credit market fights
Will AI reach the gain of 1.5 trillion by 2025 anyway?
Is data in the cloud where it’s at?
Don't look now, 
Is the bear up to bubble trouble?
Powerful bull
Got that stare
Beware 
Big black bear
Blue chips fix
The rise and fall is anywhere
Gonna go invest in my
Cheshire Cat 
©️Suzyzoo

Bull-Bear

Black Friday at the Track
Majestic Steeplechase 
Manicured landscape
Smells of burgoo
Hot Brown
Derby Strawberries
Mint Juleps
Bourbon 
Lillys for the Phillies
Derby pie

Everything is all at once
Tap the champagne 
Gray horses 
Go baby go

Majestic Thorobreds 
Galloping around the track

Bet the bloodhorse
Trot trot
Clip clop 

People watch

Beautiful Tatiana Cherry cigar smell
pitter patter to the bettin window

Giddy up to the paddock
See who’s sassy
Just lightened their load
Or rearing to go!

Trot trot 
Clip clop

Bet on a name, jockey silk, color, jockey or number

Steve Buttleman, bugler, 
Plays the notes 
Nostalgia sound lets ya know
You’re in my Old Kentucky home
Horses are called to the post

Onlookers have placed their bets
Wear your hat for good luck
Some bet on cocktails, 
others donate to the landscaping 

Once in a while ya get it right
Could be a long shot 
The odds pay in your favor
Some take in the event and savor 
Get braver 
Bet an exacta
Trifecta
Box it in for a big win

Win, place or show who’s gonna win?
Nobody knows...
©️Suzyzoo

The Song I  Wrote That Night

I am revolution
a confluence of self propelled
protoplasmic revelation
the synthesis
of infinite cataclysmic events
my fingerprints bleed anarchy
i have no form in the void
i am an atomic convolution of rebellion
A real fucken Hellion 
bound by space time
and wrought by the primordial ooze
out from which i crawled
i am a direct result of phenomena
completely beyond my control
my mind a battleground
for eons of evolution
i exist as a continuum of volition
that ebbs and flows
indiscriminately toward an oblivion
that precedes and succeeds all
i am a confabulation
of electrical impulses
a web of synergistic energy
that incessantly battles forward
toward an indeterminate horizon
meanwhile
universes postulate inside my skull
strumming the strings of my cranial guitar

The Song I Wrote That Night

UNREPENTANT1916/SUPERKUNT

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