309!!?!

holding Time in my hand
I begin to see it melt
seeping through my fingers
in a sorry attempt to put time's escape to an end
i close my hands
it...Time still seeps through
through my fingers
it...Time continues
seeping down
still holding me by my hypothetical balls
i realize i need to let Time go
however Time wants
in whatever manner Times wants
although i know i will miss Time
i also know Time will always be checking for me

remembering...back in the day @ wingate park...good times

as she steadily swings...on the swings
in the park she just happen to come across
she smiles
traveling freely at her own pace
she is happy
as he...he drives and parks his dented ford mustang...
let's face it we're talking about crown heights-brooklyn here people
eh-hem>>as he drives and parks...his eyes steadily gazing at her
she smiles
in a trance...his maybe?
or maybe the swinging?
still swinging
the wind blowing her hair gives her a certain air
in other words she's looking cute
finally he catches her eye for a good 10 seconds
he smiles and laughs...a handsome laugh
walking...in a manly sway he approches her
while attempting to push her swing from behind
her smile turns into an accent of frustration
she points to the swing beside her
now they swing together
sometimes in the same direction
sometimes in opposite directions
other times bumping into each other
but it doesn't matter
because they've both got that handsome and cute smile on their faces...staring at each other, talking to each other, swinging with each other...being with each other.

Practicing Brahmacharya!!?!*

my mind drawing a blank

aches to be set free

from its...my nervous state

if the mind truly and solely is a physical entity

than a bullet through its center

or at least being smacked silly

should help

could help

maybe...

slow it down

or at least ease the tension that builds itself

over pre-existing worries

i am calm

at least that is what i tell myself

i am at peace

with my center half-assly centered

in my alledged state of oneness

i close my eyes

...aaaaaaaah look at the pretty colors

i am so far gone

i don't hear the phone ring

but a hello comes out my mouth

the phone still a few feet away

"how are you doing"

still far gone

engaging in a conversation

with whomever is still waiting for me to pick up

"ok...bye now"

i am completely gone

please leave a message...

cause it's for damn sure that no one is home right now

It's simple yea, but why the hell does this look so long I wrote it in five minutes...

*Brahmacharya--union with the one--yea imma bootleg yogi!!?!

whatever it is...

holding on to a past better forgotten

pacing up and down

really going nowhere

i am safe

wanting to be free not safe

i run

refusing to run around a track

i choose the circumference of the earth

i am tired...

still ending up where i began

still having gone nowhere

i pace

up and down

angry-happy-sad-happy-angry-sad-sad-sad-happy???

I CHOOSE HAPPY...

contentment...

end of the monarchy.for the people.

purple pillars surrounding the people
the holy people
the people filled with riches of the monetary kind
the people defined by their prestigous air

the people who are trapped by these pillars
colliding with each other
crowded yet filled with the absence of sound>>a voice
a common voice
that define themselves -- their thoughts needs wants future
their future...
which should have been so much more...
going beyond those pillars but...
the future
their future seems to be trapped,
much like them,
by several hundred white pillars
constructed and layed to contain them
and their future
and any hope for a rich life
full of the prestige of being queens and kings.

Pessimistical!!?! Thoughts...

Leaning forward, my left hand supporting my head. I think. I think of the places I will go...the places I have to go. They all just don't seem fulfilling. To flourish not only within, but to the point where my roots my branches my flower can touch others-is where I want to go. To reach the point where my goals are infinite, yet accomplishing just one or two means oh so much.

I want to touch the sky but im afraid it won't feel, not feel-but, feel anything, and would not even answer me back with a quick shrug. I want to drive at a hundred mph and make it clear across a river without feeling an inch of moisture, but I know drowning would be my fate. I want to ask him if he likes me, but I'm afraid I would get a response equal to that of my hypothetical sky or approaching him I would drown in the river where lost causes go to be pitied-to rot-to die.

I smile now. I think. Considering that I have so much and I know that I will receive so much more from life. So, I think, I think I will leave with a thank you.

the chocolate-orange flavored spliff

like an orange cream sorbet-melting and sliding down my throat-i am relaxed.constantly.closing my eyes-with a 10 second delay before i open them once more.i pace my mind-covered in rich chocolate syrup-ready to be devoured<<each sense of taste is awaken>>consequently exciting your mind>>to the point where a sense of calm immediately follows>>you are high-off of me.and now>>you are relaxed-just like me...eating my orange cream sorbet

Intangible Whisper

listening to the sound of a frightened soul haunting me. taunting me. to react-to act on the words-the song of this tortured soul. faint. i silence my mind to hear it. the words. as they approach>>run into each other. hiting me. crashing into my consciousness. i perceive it all. but the words in their jumbled state only lead to my confusion. the demolition of my entire sense of self. who am i. what am i. where...where has my impacted soul run off to now. the deafening silence now beating at my clear mind. my mind unable to reach for a single thought. reaching-streching out>>all it seems to capture is a dead soul. a dead soul? a soul so un-nurtured that in its un-physicality>>it dies? now forever going unheard.

SAVIOR

red and yellow steam rises from a river
soul after soul dissipating
the river is drying out
a woman crosses a bridge
built of clouds floating over the river
walking - each step slow and deliberate
she wobbles
she falls
droning into the clouds
the clouds droning into the river
a blue and pink puff of steam whispers out
concluding her life
the river
now fully replenished
overflowing with happiness
happy souls
while its guardian
dressed in pink and blue silk
smiles
happily
into her happy world
her happy child
her river of content souls

Title...who cares...just ride with it....its too gahdamn hot sheeee-it

the heat is hot
sizzling sounds sounding from sour sisters
gahdamn it's hot like a muhfucka
the golden sun glows gayly on the good people
lemme buy deez five dollar shades right quick
astoudingly the air in the atmosphere arouses all
gahdamn my man got abs for days...
and those rock solid lookin tatas too...eh hem

Gahdammit the muhfuckin heat is hot lemme go have a half a cup of some gahdamn haagen-daz...

Release

slow shivers run down my back
the cool air blowing gently steadily on me
has yet to lower my body temperature
the shivers still maintain their pace
inhaling deliberately
and forcing myself to exhale
beads of sweat run down
into my mouth
the water
the salty water
does nothing to aid in my thirst
while i am dehydrated
while i am being dehydrated
panting
my breaths shorten and quicken in pace
and then
after that inevitable moment
i exhale
for a minute or two
never inhaling...not once
the cool air blowing from my mouth
runs down his back
he shivers..."I thought you said were hot?"

Slave...let's go for 300 more years*

winding through the city - a restless roar contaminates - all it comes into contact with - infesting its various hosts - with a sickness - a need - the need to break free - to loosen the unrelenting grip of the city itself - which one enticed them with propaganda - promises - lies - the city was successful with their pleas to - but the people's lives fell short in sharing that success - the poeple's lives - their world - slowly collapsing - while the city and all who run it - soar - living in 27th floor penthouses - with a view of the city - the beautiful city- their beautiful city - with the people - their people

I lost myself and my thought in this one...but i just continued to type!!?!
*I need a smack for that one...

"This is the number rule for ur set, in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets..."*

A short little something...

remembering a time when the words to that song grabbed me by the heart and squeezed i listen without hearing without comprehension i drift. yesterday was gone and so was my zest for tomorrow. tomorrow became today and today was....ehhh. no big deal. but. more than i expected honestly. yesterday--i realize yesterday my goals were only daydreams. but today--see today--listen today--my goals surpass any one line/sentence objective. there's not enough room to write them down on your four inch line or in your 750 word essay. my goal is to live life--to live my life--to live my life beyond just maintaining, but living gahdammit.

*Yes I'm quoting Jay-z>>>that in my lifetime nigga>>>Regrets!!!

boomboom-clack-clickclickclickclickclack--boom

bouncing
moving his head back and forth
he's feeling the beat
i watch him
and i smile
he smiles
he reaches over
and places the earpiece in my left ear
bouncing
back and forth i go
i am feeling beat
i am feeling him
he smiles
he's feeling my love...
for the beat, of course