Dear life:

I'm bored. Lets shake it up a little.

Love

I know where his hair peaks and swirls
I know where he begins and ends
I know the vine like pattern of veins leading from his hands through his biceps and body
I know every single facial hair making him the man he is
I know the story to every scar on his body
I know his facial expressions, I've seen them more than he
I know the feeling of his fingertips as they walk down my back
I know what makes the hair raise on the nape of his neck
I know the strength of his hands
I know the feeling of my lips against his neck
I know the creases at his hips
I know the sweet smell of his sweat
I know his breath against my skin
I know his scent in the morning
I know his outline in my bed
I know his lips
I know his anger
I know his passion
I know his story
I know hes fit for someone else

i don't trust you...

i want to. I want to believe your intentions are pure. your hearts in the right place. you always wanted more. but the seed of cynicism that was planted and watered has now fully blossomed into an overbearing weeping willow tree overshadowing my heart. disallowing any ray of sunlight from touching me and allowing whats left of truth to grow. the lack of rain poisons the naiveté required to truly trust another. the hope beneath that willow tree has started to wilt and soon will wash away. what's left over will take years of mending before it can be truly given to another.

Vybz of New and Old

N.E.R.D. - Killed it at the Fillmore. I'm still recovering.


Lupe - i love you. lyrically unmatched. urban intellectual.


One for fun - and he could get it

alone

he feels me. I breathe him. He kisses me. We. We Wished we had more time. We hoped the burdens of life would just pause. Just for a bit, so we could enjoy each other a little longer. We Knew we shouldn't. We Felt we should. Rational versus Passionate. Paramount passion wins. We love. verbally. physically. emotionally. spiritually. Frighteningly right. Rationally wrong. We are not ready.

but we love

a love letter to sound

What am I drawn to?
I am drawn to you
Your dramatic sound resonates relentlessly escaping brass
Trumpet shouts have never been so persuasive
Guitar strums accompany your strength
But your smoothness is what carries me.
I hear you for blocks
Resembling the first few bars of "loves speakeasy"
Yell those chords baby
Shout those blues
It's like my movements are the kick drum to your soul
Your notes carry me
Two wheels to destiny
Music breathed so deep
I go wherever my heart takes me
& I came to you
Don't worry.
I feel you
I hear you sneaking up too
The sweetness of your saxophone teases me,
Like an unconditional love I've never known
Your sweet nothings dance on my earlobes
Your complexity silences my thought
Too perfect to be tarnished by the tangible.
You move me through the streets
Instilling Grace without restriction
Allowing me the freedom of large spaces
And ease of passing faces
Your notes move me to liberation

& finally
For just a few moments
I am unburdened