In your most vulnerable moments you are just a child that wants to be held..and rubbed softly while you listen to the familiar sound of my voice echoing in this quiet room. This moment of sincerity is a paradise we share and we choose to let each other in..but never in too deep cause once you go to far you never come back and we’re too young to be planting seeds of oak trees. They say the deepest connection is when we connect the spaces between our knees but you and I know that’s not the truth..cause we’ve had love for souls with connections that ran so deep our hearts wouldn’t beat whenever they weren’t around to make us smile ever so endlessly. We joke about being the club of the dead quite often..and since winter came all you’ve done is cry & cough and I find myself here humming with a stick of glue incase you fall apart. I’ve been there before, so I know exactly how you feel..the illusions..sleepless nights..and the non-stop drinking until the pain stops cause who gives a **** about a hangover when your desire is to stop the pain. So when you call and tell me to come over and your humming “I’m so sick of love songs”, I’ll be there with a bottle of jack daniels before the songs even over. No, I never sign up to be in the competition to be the somebodies only one..I just love the moments spent listening to a woman sincerely talk about what makes her mind run…and since I’ve seen it before I don’t have to look twice to see the lights in your eyes when our conversations hit all kinds of topics & shoot past this physical plane filled with faulty materials and plastic people with filtered smiles on their faces. Sometimes I wish their were two of me so you’ll have someone to take you to all those places..but theirs only 1 and this moment won’t last forever so the night is what we make it

Push away from the land you know
And set sail for paradise
Where nothing
Gets to you and people smile
Like everyday's Friday
The skies always baby blue
Unless its night
Where Mother Moon watches over you
The world is silent & pleasant
While fireflies
Flutter in the distance
And you can look in her eyes
And kiss her soul
Without drowning
In her so much
The thought of this land
Compels this empty vessel
Of a man
Who's head is on backward
And who's heart
Is fragile to touch

Terrific thoughts,
Shallow breaths,
In between it all
I feel everything
Including the universe in myself

Guided by the divine

I move in spaces without time

In so many words

I’ll tell you that I’m fine

Smoking this slow death

With a solo cup

Full of liquid that only gets better with time,

The wild haired baby preacher

Part time lady pleaser

Never too good for lil Ceasars

After a long night of love songs

And unforced bonds

Til this day I hold my tongue

…I shall never speak the words of hate

I often still feel cursed

It just may be my fate

To build bridges over water

I’ll never swim again

Came a long way

From blowing in the wind

And now I hardly rock with anyone

Cause I don’t have time to play pretend,

Being my brothers keeper

And my moms first speaker

I have alot on my plate

So I really can’t relax

If Blue Benjamin’s

Aren’t in my account by friday..

I smile now

When Ï see my moms face

Cause she really all I got,

But I wish

I could go back

To when we would just couch kick it

Back

To that night you was pink blouse trippin

Back

To when me and the homies

Would just mob down battle creek

Looking for a ray of sunshine

And a plug to cop some ****,

Yeah I know **** ain’t same

The world feels different by the day

And at this point all I can say

Is I hope you haven’t lost your way..

Soft shades glimmer on my darker skin,
Sing me songs til days end,
I can not be anymore than I am and I will not be anything I am not,
I see they admire my pace
Even after I'm tired and withered from life's race
So these days I smile in the many faces of uncertainty,
Feeling less cursed and more blessed, Feeling less hurt and more whole,
Yes,
I still sit in spaces between time Pondering it all...
While pure devotion
Keeps me grounded and sane,
And yes I know my ramblings mean Nothing to you
But the ones who see colors
Understand the sentences
Of little bird red
With dashes of blue