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    The Green Jolly Robin H.
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    Pain in the chest
    The heart won't rest or resist the urge to hurt

    love is on my breath
    My wrist bends and twists and jerks
    Trying to write
    Crying for right - tears blind my sight

    My wrist bends and twists like an everlasting winter night's shiver
    all right, My wrist hurts like dust and dirt, mmmhmmmm


    Pain in the chest
    deep in the heart
    full moon on the horizon
    Othello is my part


    The Jackal laughs with his empty stare as I walk through the valley
    Drawing outlines of my body with his chalk , I know his visions of chewing on my flesh, his watering mouth betrays his silent and calm stare,
    I hang my head down, low, swing low
    and smile like a joker swallowing a hot poker
    and fall on my knees,
    to ride the waves of Plutonian seas on a raft made of splintered wood, drift and flotsam from the Santa Mah-Saturn

    I ride the waves of these seas
    until my knees bend and split with disease
    I scream hey Africana!
    I run for Africa
    It echoes in the canyon
    "Hey Africana!"
    I'm coming back to you

    In this life or the next

    Yeah bet on it....one day....in this life or the next.

    i'm going to Africa.



    "i shut the door and in the morning
    it was open
    -the end"




    Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.

    Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.

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    The Green Jolly Robin H.
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    Paper is blown in the wind and zig zags
    Shadows play and dance like lovers in a tryst: Winter and Summer, Fall and Spring
    As I gaze at the city of lights and towers
    From the roof of a Den Dao

    Leaves fall like sinking stars exploding in their silence
    As I turn to stone and mourn the lost souls of my ancestors
    Big cracks form around arms and legs, torso, and neck
    Little cracks branch out like smaller rivers
    I turn my neck and it cracks
    My eye blinks one last time
    A gust of wind blows me in to dust
    And I am gone

    Like my Father and Mother
    Like their Father and Mother
    Soon
    Like a leaf falling and exploding like a silent star
    we will parish from this place
    like a turtle escapes a box

    Like a tiger escapes a Cage - a very big cage he is grateful for

    We are eternal
    Eternally passing away
    Riding the wave of the ages eternally
    Yearning to be mortal
    For in the mirror that which seems to live forever
    Is seen rather as passing like the fickle flame on a melting candle
    And that which is fickle is everlasting, in the mirror, like a slowly rolling stone mountain

    That is how ye thief thinks
    No thief of gold
    But the thief of hearts
    Yes, the thief of sober and drunk hearts alike
    Ye thief is no fool but nor is ye thief wise
    The thief steals cause all time is stolen

    That is how a thief thinks yee see



    Yours Truly
    The Teeve of Shawdoh
    The Teevis of Shadwohun
    The Red Buddha
    Robin Hood
    Teevis, Teevis, Teeve - and gone


    "i shut the door and in the morning
    it was open
    -the end"




    Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.

    Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.

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    The Green Jolly Robin H.
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    Hey Gus
    Why all the fuss
    Just get on the bus

    I can't get on the bus
    "i shut the door and in the morning
    it was open
    -the end"




    Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.

    Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.

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    The Green Jolly Robin H.
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    Some hold on to fullness like a raft in raging torrents
    Some hold on to emptiness like a sinking ship

    Some hold on to nothing
    And some hold on to everything

    But a Teeve does not hold at all.
    A Teeve lets the universe hold him or her
    Until he or she falls through the cracks
    Upon the lowest place and waters the soil

    From the soil grows the plant
    From the plant the flower
    And maybe a fruit or two

    This is the Teeve's bounty
    A bounty he or she never sees or holds
    "Cause the Teeve don't hold" I says

    Nay

    Teeve's are Teeves

    Teeve's are not leaves.

    If le Teeve were so lucky to be a leaf

    Wouldst he pick his teeth with a rusty old pin he uses on locks?

    Nay...he'd have a gold comb to plumb through his hair.

    Dat's how it is mates. Dat is how it is, eh?

    "i shut the door and in the morning
    it was open
    -the end"




    Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.

    Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.

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    The Green Jolly Robin H.
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    "AEY!" the thief told me. I didn't know he was a thief at the time. I just looked at him with a dumb stare.

    "AEY! BOI!" the thief said again. "Where art thee from boi. Dees places here on the docks and dens ain't no place for a boy. What yer name boi. or is it boi?"

    "Names Jeremy." I said. I was gnawing on a piece of bread and nothing but bones.

    "Come wit me Jeremy. Aye. I'll train yee to be a thief so yee done starving," and with that I was trained to be a thief...so I woulds't not starve any more.


    "i shut the door and in the morning
    it was open
    -the end"




    Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.

    Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.

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