You know it. I drop BOMBS like a B-52,
Drop psalms like a Bible off the back of the pew,
Stay calm, like the '80s stay trippin' on 'ludes,
Like the 90s stay trippin' bringin' me here to you.

That's how I do it, you know I keep it fluid,
I flow so smooth, all my verbiage is fluent,
No verse hits late, no syllables truant,
Got my angles all lined up, spitting congruence -

And I bet you didn't ask about my transcript, fam,
And I know you judged a book by its cover, ****,
And I bet you didn't think I'd call you out right here,
Start addressing with respect as though we're peers, no fear,
But here it is. Some folks stay out at night to reach for stars,
I go home to dodge the fools askin' me to drop bars.

The surface tenses, trembles,
A crystal mirror gazing skyward
As if waiting on the edges
Of a revelation

And when the sun's first gleaming
Carves down past the horizon
To shatter that tranquil blue

I glance at the fistful of pebbles
Clutched tight in my tender palm
And wonder if I could do it, too.

A sentimental mood draws down the night
To memory and reverie: a dream
Of you beneath the low theater light -
I see it now - the way your bright eyes gleam
Like sunrise dawning past the flashback haze
Of morning dew - the tension in your lips
Just after their betrayal - your searching gaze
Pursuing those three words you'd just let slip -
Could there be any wonder that I froze,
As stunned by your confession as the way
"I love you" welled within me, slowly rose
Until I couldn't bear the wait to say...
Well, there it is. Inelegant, sublime,
And no less true, viewed through the lens of time.

The bitter sting of winter's singing howl
Drives me to seek some deep and darkling place
Far from the blizzard's scorn, the wind's embrace,
Far from the beasts who bear its brunt to prowl
In search of prey. I'll clutch close to my cowl
And cloak, beneath which hides a younger face
Than most foresee. The forecast yields no trace
Of hope for safety 'pon the road. No foul,
My fellow traveler, don't fear from me.
I'll lay my knife down well before we meet,
Before we each choke down a share of ***
Or what would pass to warm camaraderie;
I know not where I've passed, to where I've come;
I simply beg a place to warm my feet.

Another dram of "philosophic wine."
For all the tumbler saps my fingers' heat,
Its glass holds little, now. Let me entreat:
I'll recollect the tremble down my spine
And spin my little web with every line
To catch your gaze, to bid you take a seat,
To bide my time until the next we meet,
When next we close, we kiss, we intertwine -
I fear it so. I fear I'll be transfixed,
All stunned and muted, stricken by your touch,
Or worse, the web won't draw a moment's gaze.
It must be offered, though it isn't much -
All love and lusts, desires intermixed -
On this, of all the ****** romantic days.

Sunset's horizon
Clots together green-glow haze
To coat the night sky:
As the city denies sleep,
It gifts us a strange blanket.

If you're a dream, I hope the night will stay -
The dawn dismissing you, I can't endure.
I'd rather you than any given day.
Each moment spent with you, in every way,
Surpasses expectations more and more.
If you're a dream, I hope the night will stay.
With dawn comes revelation - come what may,
I favor you in darkness, deep and pure.
I'd rather you than any given day.
Your pale commands the sky, a Milky Way;
Your blonde, like moonlight through an open door -
If you're a dream, I hope the night will stay.
I saw your beauty first - what's there to say? -
But looks alone could hardly seize my core.
I'd rather you than any given day.
"He's talking to himself," I'm sure they say.
Delusional? I doubt they'll find a cure.
If you're a dream, I hope the night will stay;
I'd rather you than any given day.