It’s round 2, time for teamwork
Cowgirl position, hit that reverse
Up and down make that thang twerk
Got wet juices all over my T-shirt
Taste so good like it’s a dessert
Tap out twice quicker then sooner
Love you babe you a trooper
I’m the present & your future
Hi, I’m Zay, good to meet ya
When we’re done, I’ll have you dreaming
Have you singing like Aaliyah
Came inside you, you a keeper
I’m a giver, not a receiver
No pressure here, I’m here to please ya
Go half on a baby, yes I need ya
Round 3 is about to have you eager

Why’d Babygirl have to die
I can’t believe it was her time
Her love was far too strong
She was needed back home

News was too hard to believe
I really did not want to see it
Had so much left to do in life
And it hurt like a sharp knife

Don’t find angels here on earth
But back then I was already sure
One of the best here was Babygirl
And I will hold to that for forever

Wondering what could have been
If this angel would have just lived
But now we will never, ever know
Because off she has already flown

Rest In Peace doesn’t sound like enough
Hope you know how great you were loved
And how it will continue you with you above
Until we meet again, Babygirl, the way it was

By Arcassin Burnham

Way to doubt,
I fall short and astray,
Positive motivating force,
Just Like Aaliyah say,
Then if you are,
Just let me know,
So I won't have to fall astray,
You wouldn't see my point of view anyway,
Times when I find people like you,
Times when I find people like you.

Okay okay alright, I give up, you win, I surrender,
I’m waiving the white flag, I’ve had enough, need to sit down,
I’m folding the cards in my hands, laying them on the table,
wiping the sweat off my forehead then throwing in the towel,
been running so long legs’re about to give out want to give up,
& I don’t know how but I’m totally open to figuring it out,

relinquishing resentments, adopting pups, & releasing doves,
reducing defenses, developing myself for receiving the love,
needing some hugs, making amends, making out, & making up,
ready to give it all up right now, cuddle up & do snuggle stuff,
just to be fully present for you directly, for us, stepping up,
& I know this ADHD makes it difficult to focus,
but babe you know I’m dedicated to making it work out,
yes my mind gets easily divided at times but love will overcome,
I’ll tame my mind it can be undivided when in your presence,
until my death which will likely come when least expected,
like so many other legends that have passed away suddenly,
probably in a plane crash or other similar event wreckage,

RIP Aaliyah, once gone can’t Try Again,
RIP JFK, probably our only real president,
RIP Otis Redding,
show some R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Try A Little Tenderness,
RIP Rocky Marciano,
KO’d after the plane dove on his 46th birthday,
RIP Buddy Holly, RIP Ritchie Valens,
both died on the same plane, so gone, so long La Bamba,

the Brightest Lights always cast the Darkest Shadows,
the brighter the light the darker the hues,
it’s the 4th of July we’re on a lake in Chile,
enjoying the company & enjoying the views,
post solar eclipse glory letting go of any lingering regrets,
though I do wish She were here,
they say heartbreak makes the best art,
but I don’t know if the effects are worth the burn I feel,

only here for a moment, so tell me why you came,
want to love liberated, but still inside my self built cage,
you possess priority in my life, your impression left indentions,
& I’m still trying to learn, how to show non ****** affection,
but it’s difficult when you’ve been abused,
it’s different when you’ve never felt love that was pure,
so I’m still working on it all or nothing, it’s up to you to choose,
if you’re willing to work with me until I’m cured I’m yours,

Okay okay alright, I give up, you win, I surrender,
I’m waiving the white flag, I’ve had enough, need to sit down,
I’m folding the cards in my hands, laying them on the table,
wiping the sweat off my forehead then throwing in the towel,
been running so long legs’re about to give out want to give up,
& I don’t know how but I’m totally open to figuring it out…

∆ LaLux ∆

poem #80 from THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available worldwide here:
www.amazon.com/dp/B07XJRBSKD

Yo pull down ya skirt
 so i can put in the work
the perks
 of ya kitten fillin' the atmosphere
 i'm **** near 
star struck like i been stuck
 by cupids arrow i see in the barrio
 lookin' ****
can ya picture me next to thee
 baby girl stop playin' let me
in so i can show how to hit it
 **** up ya juice neva spit it
 bruise ya
do thangs ya man never done i got ya sprung and when i get u into the bedroom watch how the bed springs sing
 beautiful melodies like Aaliyah
i go back n forth you push i push 
so we on the same tune
as ya body sweatin' more than like we in the month of June
 so when i hit it ya know
im leavin' a stain on ya membrane
 can't maintain
the more ya bounce
the more come with the ounce
 as i boogie to the Brooklyn
beat with my Jesus Piece
 as ya on ya face *** up see the moonlight glarin' im starin' 
into the world of darkness mark this i promise ya wont forget get this


Uh


Hall of fame
legacy In with Detriot Pimps Game tight Like Gladys Knight Without the pips no SIMPs 
Over here I hang with the baddest ***** 
Was down from.rags to riches
Now girlies on my stello 
Cuz they know
when I go The ******* get wet For ******>Rocking crowds
 Don't need a mic to get loud 
Baby open that sess
 And let's puff a cloud
 And let's get rowdy
 When we make sweat Its like romeo and Juliet When we met 
Ya don't see the sweat
I see Dripping From ya hair 
While.ya tease strippin' 
Moving ya hips got me hypnotize
 From.ya eyes and between ya thighs Surprise 
Babygirl give me some that kat
 And I'll.eat like a rat No slack
 My game is strong Long grown
 She was a hot stitch from.Queens
 Freaky as hell If ya know what I mean???
She was a hot stitch from.Queens
 Freaky as hell If ya know what I mean???

Tick tock time travelling,
Talking the walk-
Time thoughts unravelling,
And walking the talk.

Think of time man-
Churning time into ours
and hours watch and learn-
The magic of seconds and hours.

Streets chasing me,
and flee I would flee-
whilst money could not buy me,
Since time is money- but I would not grow on a money tree.

But I would be on all hands-
Black, white till pink,
Both hour & second hands.
I would write graffiti like street ink-

And with time I would sky write,
Since I would have all the time,
and would be the time- pardon this playwright.
I let actions speak like a mime.

And to me the world would pay attention-
Since money would not buy my presence.
I would fly too like inflation.
Queens would bribe me with presents-

Pregnant with prospects to beat time- stay young,
Live long and reign.
In every song like a chorus I would be sung-
How untouchable is the time man.

I would never be late for a date.
I would **** death-
Let life live long but it is too late,
These are broken dreams- pangs of birth...

I am not the time man-
I need the time Amen...

OutspokenArt# 2014

For Aaliyah

I listened to role models by J. Cole for the hundredth time and I finally heard it. It was a message to our women, No Role Models To Speak Of. He spoke of women who knew he had a girl but encouraged him to act like a dog they cry about. He spoke of "I don't want no ***** from reality shows", he spoke of meaningless *** women has allowed of him and "Kick em to the door, that just how it goes". He made a song and that's all most women of today will hear from No Role Models by J. Cole, another tune. It's not another tune, it's a message. I know because I was one of those women who never heard the message in 2014, today I here it loud in clear some years later. He looks back at his past and No Role Models To Speak Of. It all starts with women and I'm sure he wish women demanded more of what they deserve. Men like complexity, a challenge and as men they deserve that too. He claimed the women didn't even show him worthy of wearing his shirt home. "Lame ****** Cant Tell A Difference, One Time For A ***** Who Knows". He wants an Ant Viv love, he said he was too young for Lisa Bonet, Nia Long... all he's left with is ******* from reality shows who can't even read a script. Can't get mad at him that his only regret is not being able to take Aaliyah home.

Aaliyah my sister, always combing her hair.
Every time she comes from school she's talking about her peers.
Very straight forward and she doesn't care.
A simple harsh phrase from her mouth can make you disappear.

There is another thing,
She always loves to sing.
Whether it's at home,
Or when we're in the spring.

Eli my brother, he gets angry very fast.
Very short and small maybe the smallest in his class.
And he is very ignorant and doesn't like to listen,
And when he speaks out loud, his words shoot out like missiles.

He's not that fortitude,
Has a bad attitude.
Where ever we may go,
He'll always be mean to you.

Ishmael my brother, the second to last of them all.
Hes has a big heart although he's very small.
He may be quite quiet, but a little bit mischievous.
Although we don't live together, he's always good to us.

He has a beautiful smile,
Very loving and kind.
It doesn't matter who he meets,
He'll always be a brother of mine.

Nathaniel my youngest brother, even tho he's little he teaches me to stay together.
Yes the youngest and most annoying.
He's very cute and afraid of everything but nothing.

Small and afraid of the dark,
And it smells nasty when he farts.
It doesn't matter if he pees his bed, a lot,
I'll always love and cherish him in my heart.

And we will never stand apart,
Yes! my siblings and I.