Highs and lows, from the breath of chaos goes,
Swing low, sweet chariot...coming forth to carry me home...
Wait, home is there in the myriad of colors that await the eternal space unknown,
Of your simply divine and often grating soul.
Paths vary but they all carry the same undying message,
Replayed, displayed are the parts that cause deep, shivering exhales...
Just as the rising sun does not debate brightening the darkness of night..
Nor do I debate the light of an awakening heart.
Tender folds of life licked in ways untold,
Surmounting an incredible desire to hold that which slips through fingertips and toes...
Even as each dappled display of consumption burns, branding the marks
tattooed like ink from your lips across hips sated with early morning
dew,
I concede....I concede...I need...
You.
"Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" is generally classified as a "Negro spiritual," but it was actually written by a Chocktaw slave named Wallis Willis. Prior to the Civil War, his owner sent him to the Choctaw boarding school, the Spencer Academy, where his music attracted the attention of the superintendent, Alexander Reid. After he was freed by the war, Willis moved to the Indian Territory (modern Oklahoma), and in 1871 Reid provided the lyrics and music to the Jubilee Singers of Fisk University, who frequently performed the song and eventually recorded it in 1909. As a result, it became one of the most familiar American songs and was named the Oklahoma State Gospel Song in 2011. For some reason, it has long been a favorite of rugby players and fans, especially in England.
ReplyDeleteSwing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.Chorus
Sometimes I'm up, and sometimes I'm down,
(Coming for to carry me home)
But still my soul feels heavenly bound.
(Coming for to carry me home)
The brightest day that I can say,
(Coming for to carry me home)
When Jesus washed my sins away.
(Coming for to carry me home)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do,
(Coming for to carry me home)
Tell all my friends I'm coming there too.
(Coming for to carry me home)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Its lyrics are sometimes deciphered as a code associated with the Underground Railroad, which acted to smuggled slaves from the South into the North and on into Canada, but for Jennifer they serve as an erotic backdrop.
I love this song, and yes…I think most things serve as an erotic backdrop for me. Something as ordinary as a small flower could be used so many ways.
DeleteSoft and warm the petals are from the suns fevered rays,
Over my lips; those shivering, traitorous lips that tremble as it flutters,
Administered by a lover's teasing hand,
Reminding me not of the heat of the sun, or the softness of the flower any more...but of the brand, on my soul.
Something like that anyway. That was just flash poetry. :))
But, that same flower could bring sadness or reflection if the petals were wilted or dead. If they were say...pricking, painfully, biting into the tender flesh of lips long dried from winters harsh winds….
So yeah, perception. xoxo
Thank you Duane <3