This whole album is a breath of fresh air. Interesting to listen to and fun to move with.

"Go to God"

I like to play the enchanting, invigorating "Got to God" upon arising. My body immediately begins to move in sync with the compelling, fluid rhythms, and I feel drawn to embrace the new day.

"Velosity"

In this track, the instrumentals ascend gently and perfectly frame the angelic vocals of Clara Hembree arriving finally at an inspiring plateau of orgasmic peace. One can not but dance!

I love this album!

Lauretta S.

Orange Colored Poetry
by, Clara Hembree

God speed.  When the obscured path is revealed.  Each step leads to the next like a well rehearsed ballet.  With your purpose determined and your intention clear, you bear in mind the ideal image of prayer.  The water flows with you, the birds speak to you, and all of nature becomes your kingdom although you don't rule anything.  While you are realizing this, wishes in the air whisper to your subconscious "All of humanity can feel God speed. All of it."

You know there's a bowl inside each of us that holds our happiness.  But there's so much pain on the top; it will take such a long time and so much work to get to the good stuff.  But if you really want to be satisfied, the bottom of the bowl is what you'll see.  They say the bottom of the bowl is endless, so lets drink up!  And pray for God speed.

Velosity

Pray for velocity
Pray for velocity
I don't want anything from you
I'm digging up my own
Wish you could be here now
Digging up your own
No one can see you now
Rate you on how deep you go
I don't want anything from you
I'm digging up my own
And I pray for velocity
Pray for velocity

This poem was used as lyrics to the song "Velosity" (misspelled on purpose) by The Maheekats.  It has been one of their most popular tunes.  To hear a sample of this song or to buy the CD please visit www.maheekatmusic.com.  Tees and stickers are also available.  Thank you!

Orange Colored Poetry
by Clara Hembree

There is freedom on the horizon of the desert.  If you can find an open space where you are all alone, you can scream out loud, as loud as you can.  No one will bother you with the question "Are you OK?”.  You can rant and kick up the dust and beg as a child to the father to give you what you want.  No mind games in this desert.  Just a simple, primal feeling that finally gets heard... by you, the real you.  And once this feeling is free from denial and justifications you begin to taste it... freedom.

Desert - Part 2

Oh sweet desert with your mud dust crust,
Bellowing cries in darkful lust.

Ode to the sand at the foot of Joshua,
A Victrola to capture it and anchor the plethora.

Dawn you sun! It's because of your kiss,
That my canyons await you, as a gold mine's abyss.

Does it give you permission to bleach my children?
Give summer rain to the song of your rock wren!

Stomp at the ground and curse and fit,
But the silence resounds as the ghost knock quits.

Prolific distance, a skinny dog's shadow,
Pains long as the wind leaves him a pillow.

Hubcap mama, trailer queen,
Life looks better when it's left unseen.

Here is a gift that begs your name,
Venomous writhing that cleanses the blame.

Gold my friend, is the hue of the air,
Unconditional Love that doesn't care.

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