guess what Old Friend?
i took several walks yesterday & you crossed my mind 13 times.
or was it 14?
i'm not too sure however you existed in my mind.
i smiled. 
not hard however bliss came about.
now if you won't get your pants in a bunch I'll express something.
can i proceed?
well aren't you the sweetest cup of black coffee.
cream-less.
sugar-less too.
but sweet.
i thought of the matter that got us here
i would like to ball it up and throw it away.
in fact.
I'll like to write it all down and burn the paper.
You see my Old friend...
i need to release this pain.
as I look in the mirror I see flaws.
so many flaws.
which leads me to this...
how can i judge you?
who am i?
besides jhey bleu.
your color is bright even in your dark shield.
this is just how life is.
flaws exist just like the color purple.
just like the L train and just like you & i.
can i say hey friend?
again.
can we laugh & turn into oak trees & airplanes?
can we exist?
together?
hey old friend.
lets be new.
again.

jhey bleu

it was foggy and the light was just too bright.
these insecurities made everything wrong seem so right.
struggling to be something that shouldn't exist.
wondering.
should i wear that?
or should i wear this?
it was never your purple light.
it was the darkness that came in from the left.
it was the darkness that came in from the right.
have you ever wanted to master it all?
i did.
this way hurts.
it can kill too.
but it was never your purple light.
somehow IT stayed the same.
why thank you.

NOT red.

hello.
time has flew by like it always does. 
well not always.
i remember a time when time walked with a cane. 
& to be frank.
i truly don't miss those days.
secluded and NOT free.
anything but not FREE.
the last time we met my gown was bleu.
somehow it went from bleu to red.
Red. I just laughed in my mind.
i've never worked so hard to get away from everything bleu.
the changes where dramatic.
& even black at times.
i wonder.
why does one have to experience something so tragic to travel back home?
i don't know.
however the struggle is non-fictional.
i played the role of vanity.
a fool.
my travels were high & low.
LOW mostly though.
i felt the ground kiss my left cheek. 
the journey back was most intense.
i even stopped to pray.
i cried along with the rain.
what i really would like to say is.
hello bleu.
i'll never travel with RED again.
honestly.
we just didn't fit. 

i'm imcomplete.

when seasons change.
you change too.
when fingers are pointed.
and we play a game of who blames who.
we fall off the correct page.
and now you're like black and whites on the first day of school.
brand new.
the season brought me everything i loved.
but somehow it forgot to bring you.
i'm incomplete.

boom!

can't you hear the boom!?
your heart's pounding.
it happens every time i'm around you.
or every time you're around me.
thanks.
you  have saved me from my own disaster.
i almost gave up and then you came up.
in some story.
some story that told non-fictional stories about the L word.
your heart goes boom.
i guess it likes to be heard.
by me.

i couldn't think of a name for this one..

today is a day for love.
i wonder where i can find some?
drowning in my own sorrow & i have had just about enough.
winter has come and gone.
spring is back again.
we always love in summer.
but autumn is when she wins.
and you disappear.
again.
sad to say that next summer i will not be here.
you'll arrive at blues central cafe.
& you will be showered with confusion.
i'll be somewhere in love land with her.
or maybe him.
experiencing love.
again.

love until two..

i dream of 1941 without pearl harbor.
my dress is blue.
my shoes are too.
and this fella is crazy fine.
love belongs to me.
love is all mine.
my mac n cheese is baked twice.
and my glass is full of wine.
red in body.
and each word presented around here is astounding.
yet no Harvard grads live in this village.
education is profound.
and i've found peace in you.
just wondering.
could you be mine? 
til at least around two ?