Property,
Art is my,
this....****** is my,
I am not your....,  
Property,
High squeals and sun rays coating sight,
heart beats slow as the joke reach its peak,
but you are too much to teach,
Property,
Art is my,
this....****** is my,
I am NOT your...,
Property,
spontaneous in arousing ways,
Paris for breakfast,
Bali for lunch,
The moon for dinner,
But you are all about your Inner..self,
Property,
Art is my,
this......****** is my,
I am not your,
Property,
Adult...business..care,
you have the scent of over driven adolescence everywhere,
but taking steps back...you're too attached,
PROPERTY,
art is my....,
this....****** is my,
my time is my,
my home is my,
my body is my,
I........am not your,
property.

cover your scars in paint,
there is art on your body,
recreating would be a hobby but we let it sink,
Pain is art in drastic form,
Rain on our parade,
We love a storm,
To stay inside so our love never mourns for one another,
I have discovered love for you deeper under cover,
But that’s no secret,
I smile when you vent about your day cause you’re in love and I peeped it,
I wrote poems of our loves true meaning in secret to keep this,
when I need reminders of how my heart sunk in oceans of your beauty and how far it’s deep in,
Sea level.

beautiful as God’s favorite portrait,
as romantic as true loves first kiss,
why do you grow from earth and not my heart,
my love,
my sunshine,
my flower on Sunday morning.

there once lived an old man in the country side,
who sat out on his porch for an hour every night at 11:00pm,
One day,
I went over to his house to ask him how he’s doing and ask him why he sits out here at the same time every night,
when I asked..he replied,
“There is a small beautiful joy in 11:59pm.... it helps me appreciate living through the day and living to see tomorrow”,
I paid no attention and kept it moving,
One night,
very chilly with clear skies,
the old man didn’t return from the hospital,
and that night the moon shined a lot brighter than usual,
I sat out on my porch that night looking over to his......,
realizing how much I missed seeing that old man,
......since it started getting late,
I got up and began to walk in the house,
...but suddenly I heard a creak that sounded like a wooden chair,
It was the old mans chair that started rocking back and forth like someone had just gotten up,
I then looked at the time and realized...,
That was the day I started appreciating,
11:59.

My hands quake,
my mouth quivers,
my nails dig into the skin on my stomach,
my breathing grows
heavier and
heavier.
Finally, you grab my hand
and I am fine.

Then I awake.

you are my adorable pearl, the one i long for every blessed day and night.
your love lightens my soul and kindles it with melody for your sweetness in excess.
and just like the night stars catches the attention of every eyes, you became the cynosure of my hopeful eyes.
it is as apparet as the breaking of a new dawn that i'm profoundly lost in the paradise of your unshakable and unatainted love.
Omo baba Medubi, only in the hearty glow of your soulful eyes, i findeth solace and tranquility

i speak not
yet i write these words with fervor
i spill forth my illusionary dreams
and you’ll fall in love with my hallucinatory fever
is it a delusion if this is a delusion
join me in my make belief madness
like alice, we’ll revel in childlike wonder
so scatter the bouquet and dream in the land of flowers