green boots...

i use to wonder why each morning around wayne street was so...
so...
well i can't quite think of the word.
however it's one similar to noisy.
birds held conversation for hours outside my window.
local neighborhood drunks and drug users talked of days when they were sober...
when they fought for this country...
they spoke of pass times.
& i could hear the regret in their voices.
sad.
& i wondered what brought them to this place.
& how could they get back to what was once great?
i wondered..
& i'm sure they did too.
wayne street blues & kids singing rap songs.
makes me wonder if i'm lost or if i'm where i belong.
& i met her about 3 years ago.
she came from richmond.
we ate sushi & spoke for awhile in a park that she was taken by.
it was grand however at some point she went her way & i went mine.
amazing how i think of her from then to now.
she writes.
she writes just like me.
turns me on like a handle.
& i'm in deep however she'll never notice.
following her poetry like i follow my roots.
never getting to the root so i keep moving towards it.
this morning was different.
mr. lewis was found with not an ounce of life in his body.
wayne street.
quiet.
all i hear is death.
creeping up on all of us.
suddenly.
& what have you brought this world?
mr. lewis brought my eyes to a sudden open as i was sleeping before.
i'll never forget him.
& she said she'll be arriving around 4.
i can't stop thinking of my attire.
i think i'll wear my new black suit & green boots.

yellow taxi.

somewhere in my dream i thought of something so harsh.
i wondered too hard on my regrets.
i wished they were dead.
do you still think i'm okay?
too much time gone by now.
stuck.
stuck somewhere in between life and death.
however i prefer to live.
so i write.
i write what they were afraid to say.
i could care less & they knew it.
they loved me when i was at my best.
so they're all here now.
deceived.
mother said never to judge a book by its cover.
so lets talk.
i would rather make love to your mind than your body.
you would rather get straight to the point.
& would lie to get there.
i would believe for i'm jaded.
& she smiled intensely as she walked by.
i wished i could walk with her.
however i would never walk with her.
a beautiful moment captured was all i needed.
& i was appreciative.
what are you?
it's okay if you're unsure.
that makes us the same.
& i'm glad you came.
now the sun has gone home & it has began to rain.
yellow taxi take us home.
what a moment.
so fond of you i am.
for i hate taking yellow taxis alone.
now on this ride preach to me your story.
yellow taxi driver said where should i take you.
she said 4th ave & Warwick.

take a picture with me...

so..
as i walked down Main street I heard a bird singing.
it was 11:54 PM so i wondered about its meaning.
and most likely you're thinking where is she going with this...
i couldn't tell you but if i could would you even listen.
however i understand that we both have a lot to say.
& your father never worked for the man.
mine either.
therefore we listen to what no one has to say.
consumed within our own world where we look at ourselves as Gods.
obeying authority never.
so when we fell we fell hard.
& i never thought i would bend my knees.
i never thought prayer would seem so great to me.
& then i prayed.
& then i was free.
yet i still wondered about you.
you...
& she was amazingly beautiful.
i could describe her however it would take a moment.
she was interested in change & i was too.
she was filled with light & i was filled with bleu.
searching for truth and running from anything that was not true.
i had a moment to ask...
how are you?
& she replied with everything opposite of gloom.
somehow i wished she wasn't already in love with the moon.
for i would take her away to a place where spring time is everyday.
flowers bloom by the second and each day is sweet.
sorta like honey.
however.
my heart accepts my own reality.
so...
my next question was..
would you take a picture with me?
please..

& i just can't wrap my mind around it....

what was it that roamed within my thoughts? would you happen to know? i'm different. we just look the same. however your traditional ways don't consume me. in fact, i think you're weird. i think it all makes no good damn sense. why would you rather be what she thought you should be? slavery within your own world. do this. say that. eat this. read this book & don't forget to shower twice a day. & that car doesn't fit you. those naps in your hair are UN-pretty. no man would ever love you. & don't you dare miss church on Sunday. we wouldn't want you to disappoint the Reverend. & dont be cheap doing offering. God don't like ugly. & i couldn't find it in my heart to even partially abide by tradition, so i'm here, beaten & torn. lied to & tricked. cursed. crushed & confused. yet...my naps, she found them to be pretty. i could go on however i'm sure you get my point. somewhere in my sadness i found sunshine. i thought your traditional outlook was off yet i still offered to wash your feet & scratched your fears out your head. i still loved you. so why is it so hard for you to love me? i just can't wrap my mind around it...

love, paper & pens...

so, it just so happens that i never planned this. it was a feeling. a rather strong feeling that came about. & i just thought that maybe i'm not even a good friend. a guy that i call my bestfriend birthday was today & i didn't even call him. i sent him a text & he replied however i didn't. that was a random thought. i could be that sometimes. well, as i said before i never planned it. she didn't either i suppose. somehow we loved each other so damn hard that it has left concrete scars on our hearts. shes now attached to my soul so she goes where ever i go. most call me foolish. they call her that too. nobody understands it but us. i guess thats all that matters however i sometimes want folk to agree. the most important thing is being accepted. right? well maybe not. so i write. i write. my imagination is filled with happiness however my reality is filled with something else. neither happiness or its opposite. it's something that i can't describe. the world has got me down to my knees. i thought at one point i would never bend them again. silly me. lost within a bleu mist. wondering if i'll always be a Miss. counting my blessing because i now believe they do exist. however i'm just writing. i adore this art. you?