"koz" poems
You look too good to be true
You must be bad
You look like my future boo
I would be glad
You look too bad to be good
I must be mad
You look like ur in the mood
Maybe just a tad.
You look too fly to be down (for me)
I must be nervous,
Because your silly *** frown
Says you might just curve us.
You look too hip to be scared
I know that I'm ripped
But when we're both in the bed
I gotta handle them hips
You look too fine to be mind
I hope I'm incorrect
I don't mind being behind
When I dig in *****
Why don't you bring those curves to us
So I can put my line in you
Koz girl this is a bad bust
And I'm finna put you in line
BUT
Most importantly.
You is you
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Because I don't have the time to be solely defined by colour or race.
Or my lack of religion or any such faith.
It's just not my problem: you choose to turn your hurt into hate
It's a universal solitary struggle my brutha - handle yours, it soon waste.
Koz I love my passion and my spice
And my language that breathes life,
Into me and that's who I is and will continue to grow into being.
If I get the time koz the man keeps tryin' to stop me at the sight of my race???!?!!
What an inane battle and human disgrace.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
Listening to Dave Grusin,
"Mountain Dance," vintage 1979.
The thought strikes:
"Why is it that only the
Early Jazz Giants are deified?
Of course, we need Chet Baker and
Miles Davis in our pantheon, &
Gerry Mulligan & Charlie Parker
Not to mention (cue Soupy Sales:
"Smack. I told you not to mention that!")
Coltrane or Stan Getz.
And yet, we're all getting long teeth and
there's a lot more Smooth Jazz to come,
Post-1950s, take Grusin, for example, or
George Benson or Herbie Hancock, and
What about Earl Klugh & Larry Carlton?
Let's not forget Spyro Gira &
The Daves: Benoit and Koz.
And we would be remiss
To miss Chris, young Chris,
Chris - "The Whippersnapper" - Botti.
But I digress.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
I am, what I am,
You say what you say,
But I am what I am.
And I'll do what I do,
Koz I am, what I am
I will not be, no fool, for you.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Nah, just koz that is who SHE be
Does not mean SHE get to treat ME
However the **** SHE want
Nah, that's just not ME, Bee
I heard somewhere I was free, see
Not just YOU that gets to breathe ease-y
'Less pigment based privilege
Affords you your discourse...
Nah.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
You tease me
I needs to free me
Koz you fear to be thee
Rejected, you don't know me
Distance kept completely
Unsure if I want a chance to show you what could be
I stepped aside
Koz you hurt deeply
Striving to heal
I released thee
Afraid I not enuf
And lose you harder
I chose to run
Too bad when it wasn't fully real
Never fully healed
Because I hid it from myself
Rejection too true to speak
Of course you wouldn't choose me
And I unarmed to watch you love another
That way I know you'd love your lover
I couldn't smell her on your smile
Become less and less significant to your other
And justly so.
I wouldn't watch
I chose to leave
I choose to be free
Won't have the energy to break away whole again
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
I’m good with nothing,
That’s why I have options.
Do I need to convey that to you Stranger?
Is there a point?
Koz all I really wanted was to turn off the lights
And for now make everything seem alright
But you don’t have the drive.
Ya know, I like me
And I was excited to show you some of my favourite pieces
But you can’t won’t don’t see me
And purely logical understanding does not naturally lead me to all irie.
My preference is you Stranger
Because what you presented was honest
( and not without its beauty)
But your absences make me forgetful
Especially when an eX can mark that spot just as well.
Your existence is rapidly mythical
And so what was once just a notion
Becomes more of an inevitability.
No apologies necessary
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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Will she or won’t she
I don’t ******* know?
Again my hearts being torn apart
And thrown out in the snow ❄️
It’s okay I’ll just leave and quietly suffer in silence 👿
It’s no big thing my pumper has been ...long lost and tortured in defiance
No reliance on you only made me stronger
Bolder wiser and totally bonkerz
But I was wrong koz I should of seen it coming. 💔
Little girl my veins are cold it’s honestly so numbing
Borderline ****** son and a bi polar mother... like 2 peas in a hot *** of **** puke and ****
Sailor graves and constant pain is all I seem to be promised
Broken dreams and shattered hearts
Just burning up in solace ☄️
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
everyone who passes through the house of James
plays a part in their second story story
Nick is not of the kitchen
but he’s ghosting there
and he tries
he tries with words
he tries with dance
he tries so hard we barely see him!
James is thirsty!
and that’s the other story...
He's drying *******
on an old gas cooker
when ‘Phelie blows in
on a colleague
o’ Koz Bar leaves
hi poising cat-ready
on a brown couch
on a couch
that remembers no shape
though she tries
she tries to make an impression
on our blurred nerves too
beginning with alrigh'
which is hi too but with feeling
this hi assumes we know
drama gril and da Richmond crew
And I try to say
I mean I am trying to say
the couch remembers no shape
I have no memory
of drama teachers or michelle
yelling again darling with feeling this time
then she tells
me what *a lonely time
it has been since the…addiction -*
michelle poising there
upon the word
like a Lepidopterist’s pin
on au-then-tic-i-ty -
isn’t it enough that I said it?
now that it’s a dead thing
it spreads its terrible wings
and 'Phelie double drops
her second story hello hello
we lean into a kiss hello
her lips are not dry
though she smokes her mouth un-wet
she tries to say hello
by laughing at
I've given up not-smoking
and we talk
and kiss a fresh hello
undress hello
touch hello
leading to a breathless hello hello hello
and now I am saying,
again darling with feeling this time
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC