LAKE TANA THE BRAVE

I hum of lake Tana honest and Chill, of the great persevering form that shines from  central abbysa’s creeks to pa’s beautiful hills; from natural-springs-times, and the diligent-backs it killed. to Pittsburgh’s endless decayed mills; and of the pretty truthful-epic-will, who is very very United; well; alive and Penn State skilled.

 

In a town called hype, I first saw you by dawn’s early renewed light, You’re personhood was shining cleverly bright, no other souls were in sight, next to the mightful, delightful!, mac and cheese bites, and the american food cooked so right; you asked "if my experience was alright?" I couldn’t speak up to you with all of my “Yinzy” “Brown boy” might, but I tried to speak to you in a comfort zone so deaf, numb, so tight, with your eyebrows positioned at me with a fearful/judgeful-”yes-what-the-fuck” fright.

 

I then saw you in Bentonville’s parking lot, when it was 10 o'clock, Thy skin was flaming/hardened/spiked like Venus’s natural e. D flaming rocks, You were warlike-kamikaze-bright Swimming towards, the “Giant Blue Box”, with resistance/existence as strong as a feudal France’s ox,  and It was J Dassin who was hunting down our 4 ears like a hawk, And the 6 voices of your hazardous-brown-eyes onto me were on lock. Your jaw dropped. The great parking lot was hot. God Damn sis how you looked shocked

 

U said you don’t look too bad, likewise-I agreed, but me, myself am only a little lad, manhood in my life is a passing fad. but ur interest in me makes me oh so Spongebob/lil-Boy-glad, makes me feel rad. You my dear, my sweet, my innocent little priest, who speaks almost Amarigna/Eevreet can never make me sad, for Pittsburgh’s society’s own bullets towards me I’ve always taken in and I’ve always had.

 

Then I saw you again in Lance’s kitchen. Your beauty/life ambition. Was a flamin, was a  bitchin, even in your most frail vocational-gesture it spoke Queen Boudica but only packed with modern ammunition, I was a primitive lecht-bird on display in ur mating competition, You chose me, over the skinny Joe’s, the Pittsburgh male hoes, towards the heavy bros, on the low, over You "went a switchin". Shit sis, my "Moon that glistens' U were drawn, onto me, U sat back, something about you onto me just listened, I guess you were a translator; for all on a peacekeeping  mission.

  

My presence, you never ignore and leave behind. I notice you in your looking at me signs,  and I do notice you in my frail form mind,  I'm knocking on your door,  as a frail form, fresh from a storm, yet filled with no scorn,  We’re singing a fearful  “You’ll Never Walk Alone” chime, a hopeful/noteful-buzzin/cousin of an “auld lang syne”

 

In our different  “calender times”, which are two Anthropocene epochs out of rhyme,  I notice you “ Lil Lake Tana”, and in anyway, shape, shape/form you can always be mine.

 

“Come as you are, for you are just my friend”

“A friend to end all friends”

“To blindly show that girls and guys are friends in the beginning”

 

It’s so hot and rugged in 2018 July, I’m thinking big, I’m superman! I’m fried, Why you fancy/worry about me, I’ll never know why.   But someday we will leap up helium-high, in a straight line, with our 4 kaleidoscopes closed, in Sedna’s no air sky, We will be 4 anthropocene eyes, 2 mount sinai’s, our 2 “cartoon balloons” will laugh and be oversized.

 

I’m your bro, nephew, cousin, I’m your sis, Let’s create music, and mindless happiness.

 

I will open you until our sunshine is but only made by u and me, for we are two pessoa’s in grave need, myself around us and you, will then be freed. Well go to the sacred city and commit good deeds, create a new language/ an isolate/ a basque at godspeed, and create charity in Pittsburgh, Our friendship will naturally seed.

 

education-leadership- is the thing your ancient-feathered-skeleton does proclaim, in ur own silent/beautiful proficient-at-life lane, Just like how I look up to you through and through, to keep sane, I love thou likewise as insane, just the same.

 

I who am lame, in a fucked up brain, now does know and learned of your Ras Dashan name!

 

And the question marks of your smile which is staring at Turacos between my arms, and other stuff connected to my brain is one silly grand game as if I was rich, not an isolated bitch and contained public fame. I like thou likewise, simple and plain.  

 

But I, the elf-king, with the 5 ft. 7 height, with alpha centauri’s bulbed up smiling light, and kamikaze- sight, have opened up my eyes wide-just right, and do know now what you are skillfully like.

 

The sunbeams on a leader's armor at least, is what thy sober mojo does calmly speak, You are 100 million strong, very powerful and not weak,  You’re Calm and preaching on a-swiss-like mountain’s peak. Honesty and gladness, is what you do eternally, highly seek. Ur honesty injects “us the people '' and swims via our bloodline creeks, I hope one day onto me you will teach and we will neutrally in a buffer zone, meet.

 

You're Mar’s red northern Sands, On Ras Dashen, on Ascraeus Mons. From their you did see Steel and make your heroic grand/stand, You lent out your small yellow hand, sung a warring celtic psalm, a warlike, naked, chant, preaching lex talionis in Ancient Aksumite bountiful Lands, Rifle on left shoulder and lightsaber in right hand, You screamed "My dear Pittsburgh I can!" You were a Jedi, a distinct minority clan. Thy will ain’t fucking around, thy tame/brain, ain’t no bullshit scam. You’re a leap of faith, a young leader taken with haste, yet with a mindful/timeful Ben Franklin pace.

 

You're Neptune It's a place, so far, unconquerable so cold, so blue, It’s a lone poets one room-alone- brew, so thoughtful-maybe-A jazz leader-so-true, U carry Neptune on top of your head, In past a life maybe ur brain rhythm was damned-screwed, An Atlas like you can’t go to bed, I would be dead, stomach acid I would’ve already bled, But Neptune forever on your head is on top of you! Yet you drop kick everyone flailing metallic screws

 

You’re the True Rhythm of Jupiter's fall who feathers happy moons with the superior soot of sleep, in awe, Ur a natural wake up call.  A yearning Ellis Island; a crazy vagabond for all, who’s gigantic/saint Joan leadership, runs so tall.

 

You’re Fate, instead of staying in Space, You accepted Your fate, You’re Real Woman’s job you're doing great. You’re one hell of a diplomat walking with a “fuck it society gait”, towards influencing being's you can’t wait, Society’s own mom raised a feminist, ur a Julia Ann Drake, in Seneca-Falls, Ur Showing no hate. and that’s why your person hood unemotionally radiates, my dear fair skin mate.

 

You’re A Person! You Are Alive! And Beautiful. Your needed-leadership is sexy, I crave it because it’s zesty.  It’s massive, It’s the opposite of “passive”, It’s brave/attractive, you hold “underachievement itself” captive, and u educate the masses, you nourish me because thy quiet actions are charismatic. and you nourish your own damn self like a saguaro cactus. Thanks for the example with your radness.

 

Thy historic flights at night, in a northern dark realm with no light, has a “warlike” might.

 

Just like The Red Baron with a combative/get shit done/Einstein wit. Your a docile individual, you don’t give a shit, thou work ethic towards the masses are invisible, thou obedience to work, is unconditional. Never ever cynical,  Who's crazy work ethic, tried and tested, epic work method is Myth of Sisyphus-mythical.

 

In my dank 14 pointed smile, in my giddy-boy style, which is gazing at the oort cloud between your two eyes. You are alive! Off of life you are high! I wonder about the way you were beamed down from Pittsburgh’s cute, smoky sky. And why towards this poor boy you worry about  me and ask “why?”

 

I sing of you “the Tana lake” You’re truthful and awake, We’re unconditional friends, no bullshit between us is oh so morally at stake, any day we can give each other’s hand a “5 richter scale shake” “a glorious quake” and become two friends who get high/laugh/cry and bake a cake. And we will swim to the bottom of both our cranial deep lakes, while showing society no bullshit hate.

 

I will open you until our sunshine is but only made by u and me, for we are two pessoa’s in need, myself around us and you, will then be freed. Well go to another sacred city and commit good deeds, create a new language/ an isolate/ a basque at godspeed, and create charity in Pittsburgh, Our friendship will naturally seed.

 

I am just a little lad, manhood in my coffin is just a passing fad, but you my Tana, my platonic left hand,  make me oh so heavenly glad, reawakening souls of Bantha hunters I once possessed and this cat has always had. When I wore Luke’s protective armour- pads, You my dear my sweet, my Eevreet at least Geez-priest, can never make me sad, And Hey sis! Miss! Hear this. You don’t look that bad.

 

May I know you one day; until then my name is Dave; And….

 

May light surround you and guide you to glory

May you become a success story

May you become top under fourty

May you become a ceo

May you forever wear your business clothes

 

May universal eternal/galactic-external saviors present, and past salvation they cast, Evil they outlast, and kick evil’s own ass, guide-you. May your Amazon mind always behave, towards destruction’s own dismay. 

 

May your Inukshuk, form be saved, May your reincarnated-mind never into humanity’s bullshit be enslaved, May nature never hide your brain under your braids, may your fresh flesh on the mountains of bangladesh, always be unscathed, May your  collegiate freewill and the evil it kills, always leave humanity amazed.

 

My frail form now pronounces you Lake Tana The Brave!

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- David Ras