Thursday, June 22, 2006

Damn - I just can't let shit go huh.......

Yaaaay!?!? I've been spitting my shit on this blog for a year now...right now I'm just gonna cool out with my first and favorite post/poem/p...uhh...um yea...

Filthy

The residue of love shadowed the tear drop that rolled down her face.
Too much in awe to wipe it off or maybe just too scared that it would never returned...she continued to cry.
To weep for a man who lifted her up...just to quickly hide the dirt that developed after an impromptu dusting of his heart.
This chore, only accomplished because he met someone...else.
Not prettier or smarter or funnier - just newer.
Not stained...by his needs of course.
Not polluted...by his mental, no, soul abuse.
Not contaminated...by his seed, one that will flourish, to further besmirch the other half of the human race.
Not filthy...like how he leaves them all.

6/14/05
BY: me...a.b.----I'm too cheesy ;)

Thursday, June 15, 2006

The Creation Story - Revisited

With disgustly blurred vision
I spy on the world
this distorted 2-d visual is quite deceptive
in a place where red is green and all blues are cleverly disguised as mellow yellows
Transcending to a reality where my vision is doubled
I transformed into my four eyed self
leading to even more lies
Still stalking the globe as it alledgedly spins
I come to the realization that blue never did exist
nor any intensely heated hues
But so did the dirty/dodo brown created when each color seperates, divides and collides
The brown which creates 2 more dimensions in this flat world
and then, 2 more dimensions within those
In which, people seperate, divide and collide
never knowing which of those three actions to proceed with at any given moment...but yet surviving - through choices - destiny - divine intervention(ehhh!!?!)...
or just maybe a simple 3 color palette, a brush and a whitewash canvas - oh yeah and AN artist.

Friday, June 09, 2006

What makes a thing - a thing?

Lost in the aesthetic of love
I ask
What is love?
and what makes a thing take on the moniker - love?
and what makes a thing engage in the act of loving?
Where does this act of loving commence?
I say
It is the ecstasy found in the exhale
in its measure, it can be equivalent to the magnitude of the inhale
but minus the neccessity and gain
What's found in love is a freedom
A freedom from who others want us to be
with the embracing of who we are and will be
and what a shared love is and can be:
forever undefined and forever in existence.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

misCommunication leads to Complication...

You radiate that vibe, baby
That look at me vibe...
cuz I wanna watch you kinna vibe

You transmit that strong signal from miles away, huh baby
That watch me lick my lips signal...
cuz I wanna lick you kinna signal

You intently and intensly emanate your soul/your essence, dontcha baby
With that look into my eyes [the finest glazing to my soul] stare...
cuz I wanna penetrate any and every cross section and pleasurable voids of you - with my eyes and any and every part of me kinna stare

You finally wanna talk to me, is that right baby?
With that "psssst"?...
cuz you don't know english kinna "psssst"...!!?!