Don't want to discuss love only that
it has chosen to walk with me
and not lie. That is sufficent..

am appreciative!


Woman of few words these days;
gallivanting in manna.

"Woosa!"

friend(ships)

Sitting here

freshly cut in

  a vase of water

the want for friendships

emerges. long legged roots

beneath words spoken

maneuvering through the universe

destination, Bring Life To.

Hindrances wrestle in hopes

of defeat&death but say nay.

Authentic connections are the way of the world!

real folk moving about in hunger for the souls of there kindred

exciting here.

to leave this

shattered planet of evil and good of

roses laid bare on the

asphalt of

Brooklyn streets or any other..

experience road blocks and passageways with folk..

life burnt in the effects of trouble and merriment gumbo

ain’t no desire so pressing to a tree of Lebanon than an unmerciful fire...

body paint




..to be continued....

No intro needed:

Remember when you first found love how you felt so good
Kind that last forever more so you thought it would
Suddenly the things you see got you hurt so bad
How come the things that make us happy make us sad
Well it seems to me that

Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain

Love can be bitter love can be sweet
Sometimes devotion and sometimes deceit
The ones that you care for give you so much pain
Oh but it's alright there both one in the same

Don't it seem we go through life going up and down
Seems the things that turn you on turn you around
Always hurting eachother if it ain't one thing its another
But when the world is down on you love's somewhere around
Well it seems to me that

Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain

Over and over you can be sure
There will be sorrow but you will endure
Where there's a flower there's the sun and the rain
Oh and it's wonderful there both one in the same

Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain

naked

the handeling of the heart
is a delicate art
because it's paper thin,

so guard it

or sign them papers.

know yoself from another perspective


see, this is the most serious that I've ever been.
the most clear headed,
besides fro' kinks
pickin' tuggin' then buzz...trippin' to the flo flo flo.


Hancock up like
e high
freakin' off Prince guitar"Computer Blues"
quiet silence births inner voice,


know yoself AND DON'T GIVE UP!







thank you Sondra and Chris.

rapoerty

Jay Electronica cept's with gender change:

"I'm a grown woman
I'm mapping out everything that I want to do
and I'm doing it the way I want to do it
you got what I'm saying!?

I'm 77 trillion years old.. say..

"Boyfriend, I don't know what you did to me…

(pumped in mine ears as I took one step
in front of the other down Sterling Place
morning sky decorative with stimulus clouds; paced
sunshine's yawn. It's October on a Tuesday morning in Brooklyn
this astrological prawn

meditating on trees)

but it sure feel like something good for me.

(Insinuation spins free
pass familiar faces. now pondering
possessing the key within lodged tween’
scream&Self&mean ol’ green)

stay on my mind all day and all night. I'm seriously
contemplating on making you hubby. Yo, I'm 35 boy
I need to settle down now. I don't need to be up in the
club chasing the clowns down, you don't need to be up in
the streets chasing these browns round/ let's say we catch
a matinee today. downtown.

(a slight blow of wind from the North brushes my left cheek
caressing. “Morning Nubian!” cipher rolling, no matter what,
there will be a time and ready shall this soul be, told by a friend
a serious matter of heart play dangling..)

so I can tell you about this dream I had lately
the one with the house on the hill and baby
and picket white fence and a field full of daisies
the AMG kit on the seal for Mercedes
"would it hurt you to try me, huh daddy?"
every good woman got a good man behind her
and every superhero got a good man beside her

(..periwinkle sienna puffs sit still hung
upon a glassy blue. Wonder how many folk
even looked up at the sky this morn? really in love this morn?
observing creation in creation)

"Boy stop playing, I wanna hold your hand" (the beat rides vibe thru eH 150 Sennheiser

ironic, there is noOne to my right hand; closer to traffic. it's aight thou..)

Look chocolate, lately I've been feeling awkward
finally found someone to talk with walk through the park with
I'm on some "Joan of Ark s#!t/ I need a rider with me
Sometimes I sit and wonder why you even bother with me
Look sean looked in your eyes and see dawn
through drops on the leaves in the lawn I breathe calmly
read Quran c. surah 60, love heals all past wounds you assist me
you wit me?
the butterflies came to get me. Cupid cock back the 4 pound/ squeezed one off/ the shot hit me North of the kidney, and now I'm head over...wait, here's the..

(love is for suckers like me. it is.
yet I rebel in hopes of a chase
then kiss down then tell me, I’m theOne!

Tell me. I need a rider wit' me!