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Автор: Rance A. Robeson Sr.
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and grow; learn about things that you don’t know; put ignorance in tow; spread joy and love everywhere you go; make hateful ignorance, dumbness, and stupidity an eternal enemy and foe. Be so good that success can never confidently tell me “no;” but with a smile, welcome me and say “Yes, you have earned the right to go,” because I handle my life business like a pro.

      Scatter thoughts about things in this world that I want and need in order to not suffocate but breathe, and happily live a good life of pleasure; and please, calmly at ease…honey to bees; a springtime flower caught up in the mellow breeze. Scatter thoughts about how to spread your wings in order to achieve and be at peace with our earthly wants and needs.

      Cool Is

      Is cool a strong, pleasing disposition? A fact or fiction? A Muslim or Christian? What is cool? Is it a mansion with tennis and golf with a built-in swimming pool? Someone who is not ignorant, petty, a selfish fool, jackass, or mule? Cool—is it something that grows or something that we know and show? Or a place that we go? Is cool something that is dirty or clean? Is cool about confidence, attitudes, and a self-esteem that only applies to the young and teens?

      What does the word cool really mean? Is cool about drinking alcohol or taking drugs? Or is it about getting lots of smiles, handshakes, or hugs? Cool (or is it smooth)—is it something we get or learn from our families, pick up in the streets from people that we meet, or is cool something we learn in school? Is it something we fish for with a line and hook? Or the way we dress or look? Is it something we see in the movies or read about in a book? Is cool or smooth the way we walk or talk? The way we carry ourselves or something we taste or smell? Is cool something we find, something we develop in time? A gift from the Holy Divine? Or is it a state of mind?

      Why do people want to be considered cool; is that a special tool or rule? Is everyone cool? Do you have a clue? Is it something we do or how people observe me and you? To be cool, does it mean you are part of a crew, clique, or crowd? A person who does or does not show out, misbehave, and talk loud? Is cool all about style or a smile or someone who is peaceful and calm? Someone when, under pressure, is not easily alarmed?

      To be cool, must you be big, short, or tall? Is it someone who is selfish, rotten, and spoiled? Is there a true meaning of the word cool or just a word that we use? Cool is the air, the summer breeze that blows through our hair in the grass and trees. Is cool something that is not hot but content with ease? Something that does not tease? Is cool something that we achieve?

      Smooth—is it something that is not rough or tough but something with good stuff? Is smooth good or bad, happy or sad? Can children inherit it from their mom or dad? Or is it just a fad? Or is it a way of life? Something mean and cruel or someone who is gentle and nice and not into crime, sin, or vice? How can I become cool or smooth? What do I have to do or go through to have and possess the right tools? Or is cool about a hairstyle, wearing diamonds, expensive sneakers, or jewels? Is cool about the car we drive or the attitude that keeps us alive? Or is cool a good feeling, a good sensation, a consciousness and emotion that feels good inside that we wear and demonstrate with pride as we let cool take us for a ride? Because cool can never be denied! Is not a phony in disguise but a person or group that is level-headed who has purpose, genuine and wise?

      Southern Nights

      Southern nights are so seductive, like a beautiful woman in heat,

      Who’s safe, sensual, sexual, and all so sweet

      The night air goes in and out of my mouth; I suck it in so deep

      It’s tasteless, yet yummy and cool, and also sweet

      The gentle breeze blows through my hair

      It caresses me with affection and seduction, with love and care

      The stars are like a blanket with shiny jewels of tiny balls

      That gives off light and rays

      If you look close, you can see the North Star, the Big Dipper,

      And the Milky Way

      The moon is a raving, teasing harlot who likes to play

      Passionate and sexy games

      Once you’re under her spell and she touches you, you’re

      Never the same

      The color of night is so big, bold, peaceful and calm

      Like she’s an old trusted sweetheart who would never

      Do you harm

      Southern nights are like a damsel who shares her tender amour

      It gives you a sense of warmth and gentleness that’s tranquil

      And safe

      While she holds you in her loving embrace

      The night is like an earthly penthouse or roof that is stress

      And drama-proof. Dixie nights are so beautiful

      You can take my word for what it is worth

      There is no place like this on earth;

      It is the garden of Eden, where God gave birth.

      Somewhere Along the Way

      I pray this day for you not to turn away but come back to

      Me forever and a day

      Love is like a burning fire when used and treated right it can

      Be a God-send, it can bring warmth and comfort

      But when abused it can become a danger, a liability, it can burn you

      And if it gets cold it dies. I possessed my lover, friend and soul mate

      A woman who loved me dearly, but I took her love for granted

      Somewhere along the way, she loved me-yes she loved me

      Not for the money we didn’t have or the clothes, expensive cars, and home

      We only dreamed of, she loved me for one reason and one reason only

      She loved me for me, but something in our lives and relationship had changed

      That something was me, I took her love for granted, somewhere along the way

      When reality came around, selfishness and egotism had blackened my eyes

      And knocked me down you were gone and not around

      It should have never been about me, but about us.

      Fool I’ve been to lose your love and trust

      You gave so sweetly, I was so into me, myself and I, so deeply I misused

      And abused our love completely, somewhere along the way now that you

      Have returned to the Angels and God up above

      I wish I had told you all the things about you that I love

      My body and mind got lost, somewhere along the way

      I thought I had you under my control when I could disappear all weekend

      But when I got back home you stopped speaking, you were right

      I was with some girl, creeping, not realizing I was out there seeking

      A girl and love I had all the time.

      Man, what was wrong with my mind

      I made a bad connection, somewhere along the way

      I couldn’t see the forest for the trees.

      I was thinking foolishly, things like

      “I got her now, I don’t have to do that anymore

      She loves me, she’ll never leave me, besides I am doing her a favor

      By just being with her, what woman wouldn’t want me—God’s Gift”