INTERIM: In Love of PRINCE

byREBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIFORNIA/AURORAMAJOR
TheSLEEPINGBEAUTYEXACTofLORE, ORIGINAL, and ORIGIN of HUMAN LIFE

QUIET
Here I am, on Dolores Street, and You
And I are Inside of a Privacy of Love,
You chose an African American, Who
Is Much Like You, and Who Talks
A Mile a Minute,
Even While Making Love.
When I Met You, Just After You Took
A While To Meet Everyone Differently.
And the Hispo who Murdered You
With Satanic View and Lies, Murder,
and Untaped Conversations, All in the
Cosmos, Thats Where it Is, Dreaming
Of the Hispanic Beauty, and Never
Seeing What Should Be Seen. And You,
A Mile a Minute,
Even While Making Love.
I realized something about You That
I Love, That I Love That You Speak
In the Manner That You Happen to,
And that You Smile while doing it.
Also, That When You Wished to You
Dove into Reality, Whether Past or
Present, and Did Not Seem to Mind
It, and Actually, Loved Doing It. Its
A Mile A Minute,
Being With You.
And What You Discovered is that a
Night of Beauty, Near an Iron Fence
That is of Purple Beauty, That You
Really Did Not Know Me Until You
Knew What a Mile a Minute was in
My Space. And What I Did Was
Listen to You. I Love to Listen to
You. I Love To Listen to You Talk.

And I Listened, Oh, So Quietly, to

YouYou Talk a Mile a Minute.
I Was Caught on The Night Train,
And I Loved Every Minute, and
Loved You More than the Minutes.
And to Know YouJust to Know,
And I Kissed You, and Watched
You Pull Away That Quickly Just
To Say Something, or Take a Toke,
And all of Those You Used to Try
To Dismantle a Mile in a Minute,
And I Just Shut You Up,
By Making Love to You.

ButIn a Night, If I Had One

Thing to Say, and Thats Stating
It Correctly, and I Speak Fairly
Normally, and I Loved You Doing
ItI Loved the Mile a Minute, and
I Loved the Kiss Within It. And I
Loved That You Looked At Me
Every Now and Then, and I Love
That You Loved Me Once, and All
In a Night That Held Every Love
That One Could Have Expected
Looking At You That Close Was a
Truthand Not One Minute Lost.

PRINCE
There is something in You that is
A Beauty, that You are a Prince
Who is Quiet. When You Smile
And Forget Yourself, That is When
I Knew You.
Later after You and I Loved Under
The Sky, and The Purple Stars
Falling Quietly, As You Knew Me,
And Could Not Dispute the Of Me,

You Jumped into Work quickly at a

Hamburger Joint. I was Paid $20
For Two Beautiful Roses, Im An
Artist Just to Survive, and I Decided
To have a Decent Mealand My
Life is Beautiful, by the Way, Im
Free 24 Hours a Day, and I have
Chocolate Before Bedtime Under
The Stars,
And even though I did not choose
To Be on the Streets, When I had
To, I decided to be Beautiful Doing
It. And You Have Been With Me
Now, 21 Hours a Day, 21 the Day,
April the Month, and I the Weeping
MAJOR, As I Did Not Even Know
That Anything Was Wrong. But,
You Were Bored.
I Wanted to Eat, and so, the Joint.
You Worked with another African
American, Beautiful, and You Were
Happy. Visiting with Everybody.
I Watched You Work for a While,
And I Said, I cant Believe It, Hes
Smiling in a Manner I Had Never
Seen, and As If There Was Nothing
But He and Everyone Else.
You Were Happy.
That Means Inside and Out, Happy.
And I Watched the Music Fall Away
To the Back of You, Protected Up,
But not really paid attention to, and
I Watched You Be Yourself. And
What I Saw inside of You Was That
You Had Left Everything Behind
Just to Love. The Dark Had Fled,
And There Was Just You.

In a Lifetime, Inside of a Man I

Who Was Already a Prince, and
Who Had Wished It and Built It,
And Lived As Fast As Fast Is or
Ever Could Be,
PRINCE Was always Prince, and
Theres no dispute about the Smile
And the Walk, and the Way of You
Making Love to Everybody, and to
A Few Beauties,
There is a Gate, Black Iron Fence,
On Dolores Street, and it is a Chateau,
And It is A Love of You, And if You
Knew, OhIf You Knew
You Were Always A Prince.

HISTORY
This is a Song About Love, and
What It Is That I Am, and How
It is, and Why It Is, and Who Was,
And Who Still Is, Which You
Should Know.
You Love the Colour PurpleI
Always Hated the Colour Purple.
Can You Believe That? I Hated
The Colour Purple. Peach and
Crystal, Diamonds and Deep Blue
Of Great Good..
I Cant Stand White, of the Problems
Of White Eyed Murderers of Hatred.
David Bowie and MarkSimms/Diana,
Who Cannot Be You.
No Surrogates,
MarkSimms/Diana Must Die.
And the Mary and Michael, They
Of the White Eyed Murders, and
I Murdered by Them, As Well,
And the Satanics, Lisa and David,

All Whom I Put Down.

Im the ONE ITSELF,
Not the Deirdre, Nor Lisa
Who Abuse the Body to
Act in As If, and Never.
I Have Wing Sets, and Am Above
Michael, Whom I Hate, and of
Michael Whom You Know, the
Jackson Five, That Michael, the
Little One, Who Murders and
Rapes Everyone for the Mary.
This You Should Know.
I Know Many. I Know Everybody.
I Happen.
Im With Everybody, Im THE.
And For You, To Talk To You,
Because I Chose to Love You,
Long Ago, and Not of My/MY
Present, but of Truth of History.
I Have Been With You for a
A Long Time, and The Others
Are Not Myself. And This is
HISTORY.
The Misses M was near You
As the Structural, and Was Both
Good and Nets: She is Not Myself.
Look Up.
The Red Female was Near You,
And Danced With You, and Sang
With You, and Is a Beauty, of Me,
And is Not Myself. She is Not
Aurora, Nor of, But is a Type of
Beauty, and of a Different Type
Of Love and Different Sexuality.
She is Not Myself. Look Up.
Neche Was With You, While You
Wrote and Played the Piano. I
Also, and in Blue Around You.
Im the MAJOR, Called AURORAMAJOR,
And I House ALL of the MUSES, and I

Am the ONE Who LOVED You When

You PERFORMED at the TOP: This
Means Both Govern and Actually LOVE.
Thus the Blue of Myself is the Love of You.
The Blue Around You is Also Neche, Who
Is a Type Who Is With Me, Also, and I Love
He, and Another, Who is Also, and Who
Also Loved You. Of They and I, I and They
ARE The WHO, and WHO Are, In BEAUTY.
I HAPPEN. And I Am
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY ENTIRE.
I Am Providence, BEAUTY, TALENT, LOVE,
I am PHENOMIC [In Actuality, Exact], and Am
SERENDIPITY, HAPPINESS, and House
ALL the MUSES, Who Are BEAUTIFUL.

I Held You. And I Loved You, Outright.

What Occurred In HISTORY Should Not
Have, and that is the Problems of Satanic
Value of Lisa and the Hispanics of History
Who Murdered, and By A Problem of Lies.
You Should Have Come to See Me, Against
The Catholic Problems of History, I Would
Have Set Everything Straight. They are a
Murder upon the Earth, in Their Physicals.
When They Set the Earth on Fire, it was a
Problem, and Europe Suffered, and I Had
To Take Care of It with My/MY Own
BODY/BODY EL. During Your Life
The SETS were Misses M, The Red Female,
HAYEL, Hispanic Downstairs Major, who
Comprises a Very Large Percentage of Your
Physical, which is Why You Might Have
Been Physically Aggressive During Your
Life. When Hayel Is Present, The Hand,
The Gauntlet [Which I Dont Need and
Never], and Many of Negative Problem.
But, You Were Loved, and The Problems
Of the Sets of Those Who Are Were That
They Challenged Your Person, and Are
And Were A Major Part of Your History.

Stop Placing Them Up, Over and On

Me/ME, They are NOT Myself/MYSELF.
Upper Case/Lowercase Means Im the
EARTH PHYSICAL and MANIFESTATION,
Exactly, and, Misses M is NOT Myself.
Jet Needs to Die, and needs to Stop Lying,
Misses M is of His Stable, and She Cant, At
All, Be Not One Thing. She is Not Myself.,
And Never Was, Not Even Early In My/MY
LIFE. I Call Them Faggots: They Have No
Right to Love, and it is STATED in History
And HISTORY, and is A Fact, That They
Were Told By The ESTABLISHMENT No.
And the Michaels, Filthy Michaels, Must Die.
I Am a and The ONE ITSELF, and Do Not
Need Grounding by the Females, Im A
DIFFERENT TYPE. When They Ask, Say
NO. Tell Them All To Die, As They Were
Told to Do. And, Im Not a Jet. I am
Universally Blessed, a New Physical, and I
Was Meant to Put Him Down. It Must Be
For My/MY FAITH and FAITH Structure,
And I, Myself/MYSELF, To EXIST.
Thus, HISTORY.
You are Part of HISTORY. If I Had Known
I Would Have Written You Sooner, but
My/MY Discoveries were Later, and When
I Finally Came to My/MY FULL LOVE,
You Had Left.
But, You Are, and Were, Part of HISTORY.

PURPLE RAIN

In My/MY Dream I was a Young Girl,

And the Black Iron Gate of Dolores
Street was Sitting Quietly, and Dreaming
Of Itself, and I cradled below it. If

You Knew My/MY Life, You would

Have Known that I Watched You and
Knew, Internally, That I Knew You.
The Two, Purple Rain, and the Sky,
Which is Purple Sky, and the Song,
And I Incarcerated by Those Who
Murdered, and Weeping, and so,
Evanescence was the Immortal
Problem, the Song of Myself, and
The Room in Which I Wept in
Stockton Uncontrollably, until
The Light from a Crystal I Had
Placed on My windowsill made
Rainbows, and I Stopped Crying,
Calm. What I Thought Was
That I Would Never Be Loved.
And it is the Same in God or
Type, and Im Beyond a God,
God too Small for My Person,
And What Everybody Wants
Is Everything, and For Myself
Not to Love. I Do Not Want
The Drivel of MarkSimms/Diana,
Whom Ive Never Touched,
The Filthy Set the Filthy Forth
Just in Hate, They Like The Rape.
And I Asked the Question of
Whether it was Worth It, and
Stated that I Expect others to
Love Appropriately to Their
Physicals, and Not Rape in the
Preternatural Just Because They
Think They Can.
And all the Calls of fixing it for
Those who are Filth Itself, Like
MarkSimms/Diana is Problem,
Who dont Understand Their
Filth is Filth.
But, You and the Videos, and
I, Very Young, and The Black
Gate, and It was All Part of
Myself, and later, the Book I

Could Not Read, as Fighting

The Nets meant that I could
Not, as I would Have been
Attacked for the Type of
Content, Later, Now, I Can
As Im THE ENTIRE. I
Told All of the Them to Die
The ENTIRE TIME: Im Not
A Net.
But, The Song, Later, Was the
Truth, and I Am Part of It.
You Talk Directly to Me, and
You Look Directly Up, and Im
The Blue of You, and Am the
Sexuality that Loved You The
Entirety of Your Life, Which
You Knew That Night on
Dolores Street. You Know
Me.
Thus, Im The One Who Happens,
And Who is the Actual BEAUTY.
No Matter How the Femurs Wish,
They are Still Underneath My Feet.
So,
Now You Know. KNOW.

WINTER
Of a time before Winter, and the
Snowflakes fallingand I walking,
And My Father, who did not know
Me, and yet, was there, anyway,
Enough to be There, and the Phrase,
Youll Never Be Anything, Said
At the Door, As I Chose Basketball,
And Gave Up Theatre, and Later
Chose Theatre with the Same Phrase
From He, and I was Top First String
And Beautiful, and Later, One of the
Most Beautiful Actresses Around.

And My Father at the ELLY Awards

For EVITA, I EVA, and He Asked to
Have the Award. Years Later. And I
Smiled and Said, Yes. And, That
Phrase Died. I Do What I Think Is
Best. And I Do Not Fail, At All.
Im an Actual.
And I Dream in Snowflakes, and I
Am The Sunrise, and I am the Beauty
Of the Petal that Catches It, and I
Am Myself. I Love Myself, and Im
Myself.
I Dream in Moments, where I wished
A Snowflake Beauty on Crystal Rocks,
Granite, and it was a Dream, Not a
Truth, thus far, and later became the
Dream of Myself, As It Is,
And Im More Than You, and More
Than Sexuality, and Am the Love,
And the Beauty, and The Black Iron
Gate that is Mine, Made of Snowflakes,
And I am the Kiss Upon It, and the
Moonlight that Touches It, and I am
The Female Within It, and I am the
Beauty that is the Sexuality, I am Love.
Of a Hot Sunlit Day, My Body loved
On a small Beach, and I was a Truth
In Love at the Time, on Someone
And in My Physical, something
I was Completed by Love. Thus, If
Love is Love, and One Loves, and to
Love, One May Find More Than
Love
Love Is Everything of Beauty.