A song For Mama

A song for MaMa

•As your fingers stroke the keys attached to this box of sound, I smile./

My heart skips a beat yet manages to remain in sync as if my life is this songs metronome./

•I sing. You play as if sound is your native tongue./

Remembering days where this box acted as a shelter in which we sat under./

•I sing. Simply because that is all I know. You gracefully trace those keys to create a melody beat described as love./

•I sing. Simply because you taught me to./ 

We sing,simply because you allowed this city to./

•You play. As if god's hands lived through and notes were his way of communicating back and forth with you./

•I live. Fueled by thoughts of allowing that conversation to live on./

I live. Simply because your work is still undone and we have more lives to reach./

•We play. As if each song is our last. Creating a path which travels far beyond our time on life's stage./

•We play as a form a refuge. We play as a cure for pain. We play in an attempt to create sunshine and a rainbow after the rain./

•We play simply because that's all we know./

And I sing for you mama. I sing because we have always communicated better over melodies and notes./

•We sing,YOU play. We live and We Love!/

I am,you are WE are

•you see these dreams that we share can only compare to never never land./

See I had been stripped bare and this blank sheet was sketched on using the finest technique from your hand.

•moments were carved.memories were etched in stone./

Pain was stenciled in. Love was branded, lust was this shooting star./

•by far, you are that warm cup of camamill on those sleepless nights./

You are that,first bite of something sweet when indulging your sweet tooth's urge./

•we are mike,magic and bird during the dream team's birth./

We are, joined like love written in cursive./

•We are what most aspire to be./

You are truly fit for a king and there for you are my Coretta Scott./

•my Jill Scott singing about that long walk./

My cold glass of lemonade on those days that are hot./

•you are my boom box./ my beatbox when the CD's skipping and I am looking to get this verse out./

•We are,everything that we have dreamed about so allow me to show you 50shades of me./

•and I promise, I will be everything you need me to be.

 

Hi and Bye (Farewell until 2Maro)

HI AND BYE (Farewell until 2maro)

•There's never really any way to prep for these moments./

Roses don't smell as sweet. sun isn't as bright.no more looking forward to morning./

•every song reminds you of them. Every thought is taken over by them./

You even hate to hear your phone ring,simply because deep down you're hoping it's them./

•But, they never call. They only exist in memories./

They never come back. They only appear when you're dreaming./

•See,You never truly get over them,you just find ways to cope./

Holding on to false hopes of an us./

•But to no avail,see the love that you once shared has dissolved./

And yet you hold on./

•typically for all the wrong reasons. Ignoring signs screaming for you to let go./

You hold on to those false hopes fighting to let go,but you can't./

•See you ignore the fact that the love they had for you,which belonged to you is now all for another./

Wishing you can turn back time where every day you would tell them that you love them./

•But it's not that simple,you fumbled that chance. You neglected loves true meaning./

You don't stand a chance,you took love for granted./

•so you give it one last stand,hoping they see it,/

But to no avail,because now someone's pregnant./

•damn! Hi and bye. Farewell.congradulations./

:Moral of the story if you have a chance to love them,then do just that because love doesn't mean forever.

Hey Old Friend

•An old friend told dude that his grooves are often sad as shit./

Full of heart break and downers and I'm like,hell! At the time that's all I seemed to be having and shit./

• Though the timing is,exactly what is, or what was needed for this growth as a man./

•Understand that this stance taken to become an open book saved my family grief./

It saved my family burial arrangements and my children stories of me told in the past tense./

•This stance allows me to take the stand in life and stand excited about life as I remind you that life didn't beat me./

•I stand here with war wounds and scars as proof that this battle was hard fought./ the irony of it all was only my heart was lost./

•But that's a cost paid in a life made of sacrifice./Regret nothing! Stay humble! Remain focused and keep a mind that's open in order to live right./

•so yeah old friend, you were right. I agree that this dude's grooves were sad as shit./ filled with heart break and sorrow, but I love every bit of it,because without it, I would only take for granted this new me tomorrow./

I have a Dream Still

I HAVE A DREAM:

• I often view dreams as an extended version me./

I view them as my subconscious working diligently to consciously guide me in the direction of where my life is supposed to be./

•I see these scenes in IMAX 3D,HD with a view that's panaramic./

Paranormal activities seem to be nothing more than normal scare tactics./

•Used as an excuse to hold firm of reasons as to why you can't be./

Why you shouldn't be. Why you could never be,/

•and that's why you will always be destined to fail./

See,my ancestors sailed these seas blessed by the blood lines of kings and queens./

•so if, Harriet Tubman was able to lead those in which she freed minus the help of google maps and Siri,I know I can make it./

•if Dr.King managed to reach,/millions minus the help of Instagram or a tweet I, know I can make it./

•Understand that these dreams I now have,could have paved they way for those after me./ Strategically planning plots plotted deep in the soil planted by the hands of enriched guidance./

•Silent by the cries of those drowning in their own sorrow./ Thoughts pirated by negativity hijacking the transmission whose mission is to not lead us astray./

•See these dreams that we have modern day should be anchored by the ways of Of sister Betty Shabazz yet tailored by the finesse of a young Marvin Gay./

• On this day I dream. On this day I embrace the struggle brought about by this tug of war for my sanity./ on this day I dare to be happy by any means necessary staring out of a window armed heavily with hope one door down from Martin at the Loraine Hotel./ Yet I still dream!/

I have a Dream Still

I HAVE A DREAM:

• I often view dreams as an extended version me./

I view them as my subconscious working diligently to consciously guide me in the direction of where my life is supposed to be./

•I see these scenes in IMAX 3D,HD with a view that's panaramic./

Paranormal activities seem to be nothing more than normal scare tactics./

•Used as an excuse to hold firm of reasons as to why you can't be./

Why you shouldn't be. Why you could never be,/

•and that's why you will always be destined to fail./

See,my ancestors sailed these seas blessed by the blood lines of kings and queens./

•so if, Harriet Tubman was able to lead those in which she freed minus the help of google maps and Siri,I know I can make it./

•if Dr.King managed to reach,/millions minus the help of Instagram or a tweet I, know I can make it./

•Understand that these dreams I now have,could have paved they way for those after me./ Strategically planning plots plotted deep in the soil planted by the hands of enriched guidance./

•Silent by the cries of those drowning in their own sorrow./ Thoughts pirated by negativity hijacking the transmission whose mission is to not lead us astray./

•See these dreams that we have modern day should be anchored by the ways of Of sister Betty Shabazz yet tailored by the finesse of a young Marvin Gay./

• On this day I dream. On this day I embrace the struggle brought about by this tug of war for my sanity./ on this day I dare to be happy by any means necessary staring out of a window armed heavily with hope one door down from Martin at the Loraine Hotel./ Yet I still dream!/

Ms.NewBooty

Ms.Fat Booty

•Pause for second and disregard all notions./

This story takes place in a wave of emotions./

•see the star of the cast got it bad for this gorgeous./

Pretty young thang with an ass that's enormous./

•But the thang for his flang is to blame for his conscious./

Ms.Thang got a man so the brain sesed motion./

•though the sense in this pic should make sense that is common./

And the common move for the two should be to keep walking./

•but he's flirting and she loving the attention./

•and dude rather move despite clues and options./

Tifi belle to the shoes and his heart is so selfish. Besides, I her smile is warm enough to melt glaciers./

•neither thinking bout the results of their actions./

They continue on a path of destruction./

•or is it love? Or is it a test of wills that'll force them to fight for it./

Who will ever know?/

•conversations grow.emotions soon follow. Visits become frequent,then everyday./

Sex becomes amazing.protection is nonexistent. We sharing our DNA.

•Wishes become reality.fallacies compiled of wet dreams./

Piracy of that which is said to be forbidden guided by the lust./

•or is it love? Or a test of wills forcing me to fight for this situation's beauty?/

Or,is it lust that got me living the feel if Ms.NewBooty?/