You've heard this before
but I thought I'd get it out of my head
such an interesting analogy
just can't be put to bed.



You were like a fast track train
of fiery male libido
heading down every path
going nowhere and everywhere
all at the same time.

Did you know what you wanted?
Did you have clue where you'd stop?

Then I waltzed across your tracks
at just the right moment
to get hit by a train going a hundred miles an hour.
We collided.

One would expect me to be sent flying
and you to carry on as you were.

But I didn't.
You stopped.
I looked at you
and you at me.
And I know that I fell for you
instantly.

I climbed up on your train,
eager to ride the rest of the way with you.

Just maybe not so fast this time.

Ice cold rain that raises the hair on the back of your neck ! Gusty winds scatter slick brown leaves across the walkway , driveway and blacktop ! Red , puffy morning eyes , running late , a tiny clear patch in the windshield to view the highway ! Hands ten two on the steering wheel , basically driving from memory a half hour before sunrise ! Stop for gas and coffee with a cinnamon roll , off again with the morning news on the radio ! Find your parking space , making a beeline to the office , boss looks your way then glances at his watch ! Hit the lights , start the computer , raise the curtains ! Lay your bag of bones in a chair and pray for a quick eight hours !

What if the fairy tales happened today?
Would they still live
Happily Ever After?

What if Belle asked the magic mirror to show her the Beast and when it did it revealed that he wasn't there alone?

What if Jasmine found out that she wasn't the only one Aladdin was taking for a ride on his magic carpet?

What if Ariel checked Eric's phone and discovered Facebook messages which proved he wasn't over Ursula?

What if Tiana learned that Naveen was still a slimy frog, catching anything he could with his tongue?

What if Snow White wasn't the only who the Prince was Charming? Following and charming as many princesses as he could on Twitter!

What if Sleeping Beauty woke up to find Prince Philip Tindering while she slept!?

What if Mulan found out that all Li Shang really wanted was to come over for nothing more than "Netflix and Chill"!?

What if Pocahontas kept in touch with John Smith through snapchat and all he wanted were photos of her wearing nothing but the colours of the wind!?

What if Rapunzel was left in the tower because Flynn Rider wasn't bothered to climb the tower, suggested they FaceTime instead!?

What if Cinderella discovered dancing at ***** was just a one time thing? That her happily ever after was just cooking and cleaning for the Prince in a bigger castle!?

What if living Happily Ever After is as old as the fairy tales that created it!?

There's a fade out and it steals you from me and I see the midnight that dreams of the day, but it steals you away and it's hard to get free.
It comes and it will go and you never truly know the when or the where and you know it's not fair, but the stealing's a feeling that's a mostly fleeting affair.

And when it's not there you wonder when it
will return to turn the dreams of a midnight
into the nightmare it is.

Then there's the fade in when the dim lights turn bright again and all's well,
and all's well and it will be until the next time, until the fade out, until the midnight that dreams of a day.

every word birthed and in format,
crafted by this mans poor
life motoring skills,
is the sole fault of his fault lines,
all taken, this responsibility

but the good that transverses the
arteries and veins of his profferings,
fair credit shared now and then,
for those that listen to these,
his poetic heartbeats,
raise him up to more than he can be...

The river of a spiritual judgment mind,
Your name derives from Hebrew.
Descends from the Middle East

You're sweet sounding.
Like Frosted Flakes and Froot Loops.

Good humored and good natured.

But behind all that lies a deeper you.

Rapping to wrap the rancid desolation of thoughts… Making them rapturous art.

Sick and tired of frustration,
Sick and tired of the money bent backwards,
Sick and tired of the stressful work,
Sick and tired of being sick and tired, huh?

You've been drunk over music so many times you've lost count of the melodies.

You lost sight to what was important to you…
But managed to find yourself again.

Living 18 years on this earth, you stumble upon a ability.
A ability to open up your mind more.

Fingers twitch,
Body denses,
Eyes close to an oscillate vision.
Tingling.
Every. Beat. Tingles.
Scary but a beautiful experience right?

“I wanna impact the world by saying something.”
So you continue to put the mic up to your lips so the blissful colloquies hit the hearts of the amateur.

Music. Takes. Patience.

With your young body,
Mature mind,
And old soul,
You can push yourself to grab the goal…

And sit back on it in New York.