sun

the reflection of the sun flickered in my eye. Transferred to the reflection to the next passerby, caught my stare, wished i wasn’t there from the last time I saw you last; now it’s everywhere. Never thought the time had elapsed, time caused this reflection to collapse. Blast off to the sky, where the sun rises high. Even light glows just around the night time. Reflect how it affects and transfers to the next. Dries the rain when gets wet. Nevertheless the sun is selfless shinin those in need of warmth and shelter from tribulations. Complications, watered down doubts and shameful recreation fear no creation, no destruction big bang theory had me guessin. Which way to turn a new lesson learned I pretended I’m apprehended as the light from the sun descended upon the resurrected flowers turn get fed with, natural love from the roots to the ground above. You wound up? Take a walk around the green fields feel the breeze from the wind in your inseem, it seems. The sun is always high, even when you can’t stare with wide eyes. Shut your mind feel the plants and nature flow, feel the water from the ground way below, as they sing hello wave goodbye of the past into tomorrow. Lesson learned another spring shower comes when the sun is burned. From the hurt it gets when we forget, the love it gives but never gets. Regret, I said this in another poem lesson learned when we finally know the true outcome. The grave site still shines bright, reminded of life that used to be despite the misfortunes of the soldier, wishin I was there to hold ya, in your last breath, lesson learned that we’ll never forget. The sun keeps the light shinin in the darkness hour realized now the meanin of true power.

regress

Back to the habit of bein a jackrabbit, poppin out top hats like it was magic. I'm held down to the bottom, shown last to the audience and to the children surroundin. Like a one trick from one of your sleeves, you use me then tuck me and leave. I feel pretty insignificant from the actions you bring, when I'm the only talent that can dance and sing. Like a puppet you hold me in strings, used to wipe me down whenever I teared. Used to feed me nibbles now it's just magic, "Now you see me now you don't" kind of garbage. I am Jack's angry little heart, should of known the endin right from the start. It's a show after all, its all predispositioned, to entertain at all cost with no regards to condition. Just like your love, all part of an act, I come close to add you push to subtract. You plus me it can never be, me plus you is so hard to see. I regressed back to the point of rabbits, waitin for a trick to come then get fed carrots. The point I dreaded when long ago I hopped from you, your magic trapped me back what can I do? Tricks aren't meant for play, and not for fragile hearts left to decay.Lose me now and find another pet, I regressed to the point of the known regret. Progress aint easy when you hold me down, you hold me down to the point I drown, in sorrows. I look at the past for a better tomorrow. You're the laziness of afternoons you're the reason why I burst and why I bloom. See you soon, see you later, see you when we get better. I thought love was endless but now I'm restless, not sure why suppressed emotions aren't dealt with. Deal of a lifetime if the dream comes true, only thing I see that happenin is with you.

well what had happen was...

wadup peeps so i've been outa the loop for awhile due to lack of internet service, relocatin, school classes, and work but i've been gettin some interestin stuff for the blog. pics will be up once i download them from facebook (i've used my handy dandy blackberry curve for pics for the last 2 months or so) this week will definitely somethin to look forward to!

Prologue to Research

yo yo wadup yall! in a few weeks, i will be startin research for my blog in areas of poetry, music, and most especially food. equipped with my digital camera(normal point and shoot) several composition pads, video camcorder and (if possible) a voice recorder. blogs will be on a weekly basis composed of pictures, links, videos, and hopefully guest appearances from my local peeps. im hopeful that this will turn into somethin good for people to respond to. aight yo stay up!

shorty

Catch and toss the latest trend, for the best thing you can do is pretend. Slanted eyes minimize the creative force that lies, within yourself. You say jock I say "inspiration," liberation in your soul when you're in control you'll be the only one left standin. Unique and gifted she and her aren't the same the other chick's mind's twisted. The better man chooses the latter, loves her now then leaves her after. Her fault she looked this good, she dressed up not knowin what would. She's just another shorty around the way, lookin for love in the oddest places. She dropped out of school no kids but a job, no plans for her life but in pursuit of love. Her favorite things are goin outdoors and spendin money on things that make her life seem great...she goes on, dates with this guy, and that guy, and Mr. Right-Now, I dunno but she seems pretty damn happy somehow. "Let's go for a stroll at the park," she says. "And eat hotdogs and drink 99 cent Arizona Ices Teas." Content she acts. But still I see, she feels used and misplaced, bruised from experiences she's always endured. What's to come with this girl that clearly needs to be a woman? Lives with mom, a job, no plans for her life but in pursuit of love?...Still the other chick doesn't know any better, won't know any better, even though her hair is better. Highly educated she fuckin swears she made it! Slept with A.Rod thinkin she hot but really she's tainted. She got money yeah, she's really no different. She on the hustle daily. Works 9-5 days thinkin that's the way, straight outa college worked from august til may, for CEO chumps, every weekend another random hump, from corporate dudes in late nite "dates." She's the ish she got what it takes to be...a ho. She movin up the ladder, to get that next promotion. "Miss Independent" you say? I call her "oil or lotion." See, she's no better. Won't know any better. Even though her dress is better. I'd take shorty any day. Because a woman who is made can't be made. She settled for money for which she truly paid. Unlike my shorty, broke as a mule cause she dropped outa school, empty hands no checks in the bank. Her mind's pure and her canvas is blank. We'll paint it together. Make her life just a lil bit better. Maybe she can even get that dress and hair. Or somethin gowned and white to wear. Shorty is my love cause her love is free, even if she only just settle with me.

missed connections

from the moment that i saw you i knew it was magic, i had to act fast mad dashin and drastic
the beauty from the sun in the cold mornin rush had me in a trance when i saw you blush
smilin at the sight of me just straight starin, glarin as our world stopped; you made me tingle and my heart dropped to the floor, as i was bout to make the intro i hear the side door. you stood up with hesitation, meditatin and contemplatin whether to go in your direction, or mine, my oh my you're so fine but this stranger's encounter just had to be, a missed connection, no names no games all we had was the thought, lingerin if we missed loved that was brought by fate, man i would hate the day when i see you again, and try to pretend that we're strangers, when its strange that i felt like i knew you for years. a sigh echoes but was silenced by stand clear for closing doors, damn my lover was a nevermore.a year later i see you back on the track, lookin exotic and wearin all leather black. my heart wasnt calm when i saw the back of the palm, a ring. my fly little thing is someone's wifey, and not me. i feel envy, i feel empty but it was nice to think i had you for a minute, the memory of it still remains, of my lovely lady from the seven train.