Some Opinionated Truth

Cloud 9 (Monae's Verse)

Lost in my dystopia trying to be her uphoria
When it hurts the most for hope I look to ya
My world stabbing on my back, where's She-ra
Jane all the same and I'm he who claims ya
I love the thought of loving you, waiting to get to it
So well together I'm stuck in you like the perfect fit
Where soaring took me to that place I couldn't quit
Time that location of love where strong will got it
Past moons of many over mushrooms and roses
Fields one hoped to truly come alive in doses
Of she who may also choose me but only she knows
Where fly was the coolest on a high ground all low
Growing became a thought in the midst of recall
Looks at the stars with hopes that from Cindi a call
My Monona got me wonna talk to space; on stall
Waiting for love or us the same, we against all

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Stealing Time

Seconds with her; meals I say I've dined
Minutes that occur keeping the blessed blind
Hours, a clear reality of ours; my anodyne
My girl got that spell like a written sign
Or a few paged letter, leaving me to wonder
Have you seen her; leading crowds to her lover?
She loves her sir; and before knew that I'd love her
Jane Bonnie and her Grim Clyde lay sheets for cover
My pattern stitched alphabet; her sung lips wet
Words Mona say let me see a dream not had yet
Just to sleep on reality with Juliet; the duet
Waking to her statuette, a figure losing me in silhouette
If I can make it to tomorrow then I got through today
Not grasping to borrow but taking a clue away
A possibility to grow with thoughts of her on display
The route I go in getting the girl with what I didn't say

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If Tomorrow...

Lives to see today will there be a tomorow
Living to account pay from a hope borrowed
Life to finding a way out of none; love her I go
If wrong I still loved with a passionate flow
A symphony for me my sword get the possibly
Mushed rooms of roses, thee gdroid Jane I love thee
A key to liberty just us, our words be prosperity
Unlocked a bloom, that closes voids pain for me
If words have mass I hope my congragation is her
Unheard class past cope, expressions of none other
Than she and me, her and I off somewhere together
A fan without my droid, a bye; off there, yonder
My star went running, watching her my fixed pace
Waiting to be beaming like a mixed arms race
My hero name Greendown, with the power of bass
Such a grim lover, the frown, however smiling is the case

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A Spot of Bliss (The Lover’s Rock)
Off yonder in thought, through doors she opened
Wonder woman sought to free one that was hopin’
Possibility plays with reality to peek on destiny
A key note to days when beauty seeks to catch me
My Mona Jane painted by Jane Mona to a motto
Making me wonna give my kept ears unlike Van Gogh
To her, 96 percent at least; some things are farfetched
The listener with four cent on rent with a dent got ditched
Yet the story told lingers as mine, well now; the steal
Some present bind, wearer of Valentine, can this be real
Every day the fourteenth with a will making some way
Yesterday’s replay through teeth speaking of one day
When the lost star gets the truth in his being all might smile
This Droid Lover Grim will be best for she which went the mile
Distant lover time is our when we get to it so let’s run
You know for you I rhyme without quit; our being young is fun

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Presidential Representation

When the dollar lost value I looked for her
In space unmapped, a fearful speaker
Lying from me an enigma for some lover
Twisting nonsense to sense, maybe if earlier
They wouldn’t be off that fact that I want
Jane. When at battle she made cool my taunt
Keeping me with hope and belief without flaunt
Where many moons is a reminder not to daunt
That destiny’s child that just couldn’t be
With reasonable doubt the blueprint wasn’t of me
Yet seeking love I found a way to the moon possibly
‘Cause it’s no nigga like the one I am; really
Where they do that at? For belief Cali search
So much faith in love I keep clean the church
She’s so fly; I’m trying to build her a perch
Dust proof thought of love that the world can’t hurt

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Calling You Heaven

To get to you would be bliss unknown
It’s only explanation would be love shown
A spiritual place for a lover that’s prone
For she who won’t call but is on my phone
Monona, stretched Mona, derived from Monae
Aye Miss lady would you step west and play
Tomorrow is hope of yesterday dreamed today
Wishing on stars that one might come my way
An Atlantic droid alien chick always singing truth
Talking of days when I’m her rolling stone; Booth
Must be hitting bones, my thoughts her sweet tooth
If they leave her tongue angels are made; so smooth
I need help for my needing you; what we could do
Save the world from its destruction; only you
Can be that baker and I a sweet love you brew
As I hang around counting crows looking for a clue

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Lover Prints: Two (with flutes; can one be found?)

I call her the model my phone takes after
Pictures I took of a thought to take later
One’s where I happily stepped next to her
Days when further is no longer over yonder
Can’t say if next to her I have been near
But pretending can make a blank image clear
Nights a toast for me rings forever, cheers
Minutes of dollars spent hoping one hears
Yet with better sound it’s deftness that rings
The rings adding one twice for two beings
The craze I crave, two shades of clothes wearing
The perfect image of a woman having me hoping
Hours I call ours for to us seconds belong
Due to opinion, knowing could be wrong
Time that stretched history for better times along
The path where standing on faith got strong

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