What I Long For

I can taste a future together with you, woman, it is that serious. Here I am swallowing stacks of memories we have just begun creating so you can linger on my mind a little longer even though I hate waiting.

Your Imperfections Are What Make You Beautiful

You are the finest thing
I have ever laid my eyes in
Not on because your worth
Is not defined by
That tiny hair under your chin

Fake News Matters

The news is no longer news worthy to me. Constantly torn by subjective images on TV. Black lives matter while black on black crime staggers and the state of the economy and inflation continues to lose swagger.

It’s Not What You Think

Stuck on a presidency for the first time in history
Yet still won’t read, steady forgetting the past
But you’ll run to the theater to see
Django Unchained’s black ass
How about the chemtrails are seeding
The clouds are no longer keeping
The air we breathe safe

She Doesn’t Love You

The reality is that agreeing to have sex with your ex provides only one person with what they truly want – a limited, unemotional physical connection (no strings attached) vs. an open door back into the relationship with the one they love.

Anatomy of a Broken Heart

There’s this period where you just feel numb and find yourself staring at your cell phone or computer screen, having super trippy, intro-to-psychology-type thoughts like, “She can’t find her happiness with me because she isn’t happy with herself.”

Shambala

Brushes of silky smooth
Skin against mine
Leaving a trail of the wettest ale
You are the epitome of fine wine

Limitless

I sit and wait and pine For words that never come Momentary happiness has come undone No turning back but shadows of the past do hunt Lies and deceit over the smallest things corrupt But no one is perfect, I wouldn’t be fooling anyone That love was pure from day one The passion ripe for […]

Dear Ex Girlfriend

She said she needed to find herself and we had been living separate lives. The distance tore her apart. I was out of sight and out of mind.

Eyes Wide Open II

5th Verse The next one to catch my fancy Sapped me like an oak tree Macked me like ODB She was the type to bring alive And then stomp all over your dreams But she was mine and I was hers Placed myself on a shelf She did not deserve With access to my dreams […]

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