Rain drops round over a blade of grass, before falling and hitting this solid mass

The clouds deepen to a dark shade of grey
Oh how I've never liked this kind of day...

Heavier and heavier they seem to grow until a bolt of lighting Strikes down below

All at once the sky begins to pour as I run to the safety of your big red door

There you stand with arms open wide
I smile excitedly and prance inside

Come love and get out of the storm
I promise to keep you forever safe
and forever warm

Now I can with confidence say
That I do too enjoy a rainy day

This.
Is an ode
to Hip Hop
to Bob Sop
and Rob Top.
You flop mop the back drop
And sweep the front shack shop.

"I CAN'T HEAR ****"

Well.
Listen up gramps and stop licking those stamps cuz I got a bit more for ya then this sweet little dance.

Lemme tell you a story
of a few men who gotta bit more then glory.
We got 2-PAC, wutang, and snoop Dogg with a ciggie.
Eazy-E, Jay Z, Eminem and Biggie
Outkast to outlast 2000? I mean really.
Ice cube and Cool J won't keep it too hot.
Need a shot for the cold you just caught?
il throw you a deal- 50 Cent,
and dr. Dre?
He's yours, all yours
but just for the day.
Run Dmc,  busta rhymes, slick rick, and tech nine
Oh! And a tribe called quest.
Alright. Ok.
Il give it a rest.
Dear gramps. Dear grams.
Just want you to know
these men- they're the best.
Now let's go to the show!

Do I find it easier to tell you how I feel when I'm not telling you how I feel...

I pray you speak the same language.

Apple red cheeks blushing from conversations with cherry-picked lips.
I ponder the track that your mind runs on.
A lover's affreightment as between sailors and ships
Nothing compares to the grass on this lawn.
Days of old have left rips in your sails
But no need to sink the zabra
For I brought needle and thread
I will sew up your wounds but if all else fails
I will still love you til the day that your dead
Call up the boatswain and throw the anchor off the port bow
I have found my piece of the sea
No more sailing the open ocean now
Because I found my lover and he has found me

Some days:
To simply be alive is courage itself.

SOMETIMES
I just want silence from you
BECAUSE
My thoughts are loud enough

Keep your bones in your body,
Keep your brain in your skull,
Keep your blood pumping.

There's a dream to be lived.

Don't rob the world of that beauty.

You are one of a kind.

The defining feature that distinguishes  a wise bird from a foolish one is the color of reverence on their feather.

But the foolish bird has no need to be sad because tomorrow is a new day and reverence is as paintable as ever.

We are us and us is we but not you or me but me and you.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday causes the mind to be hazy though and the letters on the pages take on new meanings.

If I had a home in a tree, would you come with me? We could live in between the bark, the leaves and the howling of the wind.

I’ve never felt so strange and so sure at the same time. Take a dip into the salty waves before us and join the sea with me.

This
Is
Love

93 degree, sweat dripping, AC broken day dreams...

LIKE A MIRAGE.. thoughts appearing and disappearing of you as the heat in the room seaps into my mind and takes control...

Miles away, no contact, and my mind begins to spin...

Will he come home to me? Will we be happy? Is this real?

Of course this is real...

The AC is just broken...

Not my heart.

Jerseys on, shoelaces tightened.
Ugh.
Why so frightened?
....
'Theyre the best team in the league'
Bobby..We're the best team...
You just have to.. believe.

Great, just great.
Where the hell is Tate?
Oh there you are..
Well the game starts in 5.

EVERYBODY LOOK ALIVE!

But remember this
Whether we win or lose..
It's about having fun

'I thought you said...'
Now let's get out there N' kick some *** son!

Traveling with you feels barbaric in nature
Subject to small cramped places because the cargo has far exceeded the vessel
I feel like an old time stow away on a ship except with one glaring difference:
This is a small metal machine on wheels and not a fantastic glorious wooden bowl gliding on the vast seas
I suppose the food is alright too although there's only so many greasy and questionable meats a person can eat before it becomes something more of a sickly chore then a pleasurable break from being squished in the back seat of the car like a salty little sardine
There is only one hope when being trapped In a situation such as this
And that is the promise of a new wonderful land that waits beyond this dismal horizon called "vacation"

Lily white beauty
Intoxicating
Dressed to the nines
Alas
A wolf in sheep's clothing

We only get one life but countless decisions within it
Make a decision today and this decision affects the decision you make later which affects the decision that you will decide when making a decision based on decisions you've made from a decision of a decision that you made before
But no need to fret
It's simply part of the magic that we are all a part of
Decide and decide wisely but know your decisions will decide decisions not yet decided and that is okay

many of us will live and die without ever knowing what our true purpose is.

life is more simple when we are young. we know who we are and what we like.

but what happens?

as age turns to greet us, we begin to look for complicated answers to simple questions.

who are you and what do you love to do?

every child can answer this question without hesitation.

why are there so many adults who then lose this and no longer know who they are and what it is they truly love in this world.

you see,

it is not that the question became more complicated, but rather that we have simply become someone we are not- otherwise the question would still be simple.

the backlash of spending too many hours and days pleasing others and assimilating to this world has led to this great personal downfall of each of us.

we have lost who we truly are and what it is that we were created to do.

it is not complicated. it never has been.

when we each resdicover that inner child who once so confidently answered the question with such zeal- we will once again discover what it is our true path and purspose in life is and has always been.

and the time starts now.

I watch as Legions of parrhesians operate to diffuse the calumny against this sacred Love. The forces at rage are calling us to action. We can sit by the way side no more. Longing to join their hallowed ranks, I begin studying their methods with punctilious care.The enemy is cunning and has mastered the arts of chicanery. A bitter harangue begins to weave in and out of my mind but the sounds of seraphic hymns drown out any notion of failure. It will take great measures of aptitude and assiduous dedication in order to vanquish this night but we were created to conquer and conquer we shall. Soon the time has arrived and we sit down to one final holy repast. I turn to the restive face sitting at my side and give a gentle reassuring nod. We are brothers and sisters of Christ and our time is now. All across the land we wait eagerly, one hand on sword, other on sheath. A calming cool breeze wafts across the fields. The bellowing voice of our general raises high above the steeples and beckoning to each of us, he cries "LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!"
I take a deep breath in and step out to meet my destiny.

Artists are like God in that their happiness comes from the ability to create.

Pick up a paint brush and discover a religion.

Maddening magenta magic makes malicious mangy Markovian martians manageable.

Who knows where bleeding hearts go when they’re done bleeding?

They go to Alaska.

My heart feels torn and thrown like confetti
Laying in my own bed of torment
I can see how the very blood in my veins has betrayed me
Thoughts, wishes, hopes, and dreams
The deepest desires of a young girl's heart
All within grasp now....

Why have my hands taken to shaking?  
Why has my heart begun to rattle in his cage?
Why do my thoughts fly like birds to far off lands?

Betrayal, let downs, curses and spells
A wounded heart...
This is why my hands shake in the light of love
How to have you understand that the very act of my presence here is courage itself
Still...Love demands More
Love begs it of me

Dear heart,
Listen now and make haste to hear this
To drown yourself in the sea of love is the purest way to die
Die to yourself
The time of making friends with pain and fear are over
These have been comforting companions only in that you were not alone at least, sinking into oblivion of nothingness
Now is the time to break open, dear heart, and pour out your very depths of love into this beautiful soul you have found
There are no guarantees in love besides this one
That love is always worth it.