lower east side. |
she lives in the lower east side.i reside in brooklyn. and she can play piano lord knows i've got the blues.but when i sing songs to her.she tells me im looking. for something.that i will never find.i...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 18:08:00 GMT |
like john. |
her name was love. naima. was her song.the manifestation is what killed her.the rainflood will save her.her name is still love. time for a new song.wish i could play the saxaphone.l...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 08:37:00 GMT |
poem #1 |
she sings moon symphonies::corinne bailey-SUN-rays sung, slightly off key.and i'm just listening, whistling tryin to find the note, rocking beneath the boat that oceans guide to the silver cities.so i...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 15:24:00 GMT |
huh??? |
what am i doin my life is ruined. skippin class. im truent. in the bathroom getting high searching for truth.
when that shit is right in front of me eyes too blounted to see. mind too abstract ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 07:07:00 GMT |
rants in my pants. |
so you want to know what i think.
what is logical and or reasonable. happenable
>>>
is skewed.
The TELEVISION with its commercials. cuz they suck as well.
is seeming to be more and more of a wa...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 12:22:00 GMT |
an exercise in meter. |
givemeyourrhythmsoicanfindtheryhmeandtimeofyourpoeticmind.
givemeakeysowecanbefree.
its just a metaphor i am talking about your heart-beat.
givemeasignthatthenotesarentdissonant
andthatyouarelistening...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 09:00:00 GMT |
peotic's fo ya. |
i never knew anything like this before.
you, opened the door, and said come on in it's cold outside.
and we built so high that Jah touched our temples, relenquished our fears making love seem easy and...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 21:35:00 GMT |
