All We Are...

All we are, is dust in the wind..
rising on thermals of thoughts and feelings,
falling with the gravity of our innermost misgivings,
and whats more...
we rest conspiculously on the shelves of time...
Like words to a page, we write our history,
in truth and fiction..
but oh how exciting it is...
yes.. what a pleasure...
to live, to live, to live...

ALH - Cool Breeze..

Looking forward...

If I took back, all the things that made me sigh
Would I still call the others, "good times",
and appreciate the other times- when I smiled?
Its all Relativity - so lets displace Negativity
and remain in proximity to Joy...
Because it doesnt require constant stability...
Only that in the end, you remember to be happy..

Witness Mans Shaky 2 Year Plan

Its a Fleshly Man
Who Plans to Span
The Time between dedication
and rehabilitation
With a lil bit a concern

en i looked a bit further... u right
2 year plan
Find em then preach
Hold up the Bible Teach
drop it in their hand
Find a sistah that undah-stands
drift away but still block the outside man
then WHAM!! KABLAM!!
SHAZAM (<-overkil I know)
Be there as she gets Dedicated
Some try right then,
but others say, well i already waited
So i'll Jump in a Year later
KAPLOWW!!! DATE HER!

Yeah thats real smart...

Tired Of Your Friendship...

"This is the last time I'll tell yah
I'm tired of your friendship..."

Last I heard, a her
she was dying to be friends with
Some dude around the corner
Who got a shiny benz, always fresh kicks
At least he said he got his own ...shhhh...

Why even bother with it,
She could get her own wip
She could be the cool chick
To run around the mall with,
50 1000 Bags and a cell she could call him wit

Cuz when he calls,
she straighten up...
she know she better fall in,
Like a military drill sergeant,
She know she better call him...
Everytime she gives in...
Cuz He gon get his, and

she gon get her fall look
She gon be off the wall,
!! Look !!
Who's that girl with the mean look...
The one with the dude with the mean hook..

Now she got a black eye,
Changing up her hair dye,
Banging it up and Weaving it up
So she could pretend that she fly
But really shes covering up
all the tears that she cries
Cuz 3 months into it,
she realizes she was just his new prize

And shes looking for someone
To dry the tears from those eyes
But Homie, I'm not even there
to watch you as the tears cry
I'm walking tall on my side
Not regretting, even tho I tried
To be a friend, and a wise guy.....
But wise guys do wise by
Making a way for the feet
So when they walk these street,
They not tripping off the beat,
Cuz they hear that music sweet,
That sings of futures and a sweet thing
That'll fulfill their dreams and
Always looking deep,
cuz they not a surface creep
looking fly on top
but really nothing underneath...

I'm tired a being your friend girl
Disappearing into your world,
whenever shiny things pass your eyes
Your blinded to all my smiles,
Of imperfect, perfection and warm tender affection

Now you sitting in a restaraunt
Waiting on the waiter to want
to come n take your order,
Cuz you see me in the corner,
with a bright shiny face
and a beautiful smiling mate..
and now your all alone
contemplating your own fate..
because you finally found your soul
after years of chasing gold...

You wish and want and regret...
I'm sure, I could almost make the bet
That you wish we'd never met
Thinking its better to have never known love
and never have it be returned
Cuz maybe you wouldnt feel
that you lost so big a yield
Of interest made on interests..
And to see it go somewhere else...
Thats how I felt sweetness
But thats all in the past now
I got tired of your friendship...

Straight face- eyes..

I try hard to keep my
Straight face- eyes
When you come around and smile
Your lips keep trying hard
To tear my guard down..

If you only knew
that through and through
I imagine us as being Us
But where do I begin?
This isnt some game I can simply win

These are battles of
our soul
my heart
your mind
our thoughts
controlling all our actions
cuz in the end..
we're still just friends..

Until when....

T.b.c.

I find it hard to shed tears...
Freely.. that is
My eyes burn at the tyranny
of my heart with/upon my mind
For I have vowed in vain
and made promises to the disdain
Of my soul..
Cry not these tears of mine -
for you've cried so much of old..

Why... caretaker.. why.... have you forsaken me
You were supposed to be whats supposed to be
I should not have to raise myself in inequity
And although Life was designed for us to live in futility
I am to have hope, I am to have freedom to breathe
the sweet smelling air of credulity!!
A childs right is to know that "everything is gonna be alright...
Everything is going to be ok.."
Why was it even a choice to believe them??

t.b.c...

If you listen..

I'm asking you...
To stop hearing me...
and listen..
I wanna be more than the whirring of the fan in the morning
that lets you know that it was on all night and blowing cool air across every crevice of your room...
Listen closely,
I wanna be the current of electricity that runs through the walls of your house and invigorates every device to bring ultimately to you, your please and delight.
If you listen,
You can hear me turning on your lights, to protect your foot from stumbling against any jagged edges that may harm your beautiful body, which will soon be drenched in showers of water which is conrtolled by a system miles away,
all powered by the voltage in me...
If you listen..
You can hear me talking through the alarm clock, the radio, the tv, the computer screen, as I welcome you to a new day of bustling activity.. Only to welcome you back home to your favorite chair, with the built in massages pads and as it caresses and comforts your body..
If you listen..
You can telll the difference
You always hear me.
I know...
But as the sound of a falling can,
is different from the sound of an orchestra..
So is the sound of your life,
From the sound of my heartbeat...
You have to listen closely,
to see just how much it beats
for you.....