So this is to you.

Where ever you are.

Look up at the night sky

Those clusters of dust, barely visible to the naked eye

Are dancing just for you.

I make the galaxies twirl and twinkle

The stars, the moon, and the milky way too.

They are bound to one another in a loving embrace

So that one day, we might take their place.

I bundle up in my sweats and pj's

Hair all a mess.

I drive til I reach water.

Still, placid.

I sit on the hood of my car

and look up at the stars.

Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might....

I know you're there.

Somewhere.

Standing outside.

Looking at the same stars. The same moon.

Making the same wish.

One day our worlds will collide.

That is the day that all of creation will stand still.

Everything will fall silent

As you take my hand.

And we'll dance.

Slow.

Twirling, twinkling.

With all the galaxies in our eyes.

There will be no need for space or time.

As long as you keep your hand in mine.

Until then, I will wish upon the stars and moon beams.

And this is to you.

Where ever you are.

Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.

Like A Circus

You're magical, majestical,

Mr. Egotistical

Your a one man circus

The ring master and the animals

You do your dance on the high wire

With no net below

You magically breath fire

And no one knows

Behind that careless facade

You're nothing more than a palm reader

Using smoke and mirrors to hide the inner you

Tell me my story young ingenue

And I'll show you a magic trick, too

Look deep into my eyes

As they turn from green to blue.

Smoldering, simmering, but shinning all for you

Let your defenses down

Let the audience enjoy the clowns

Give me that character of a lifetime

Give me that glimpse of sunshine

On your mind.

Show me the role you dare not play

The role that keeps the tigers caged.

You don't have to razzle dazzle me

No wowing spectrometry

I just want that real view

Of the real you

The lucid you the allusion of you

Join me in my acrobatics

My flight on the trapeze

My aerodynamics.

Flying at such immaculate heights

A dare-devil on the wings of a cannon shot.

One man wonder

Strong man underneath.

The bearded lady sighs

As Glitz and Glitter pass her by.

The herpes of the performing world

The dynamic duo turns and spins. Doing tricks.

I wave to the chimps and bow to the elephants

Cotton candy laughs with a soft but sticky rasp.

Take me to that land of a thousand wishes.

I wanna go there.

Take me there.

Where you'll take off the false pretenses

and let me see you

Not through camera lenses

Or kaleidoscopes, too.

But multiples of the real you.

Laying in the grass soaking up the sun

On the bank of a river admiring the view

Sunset clues

And sunrise dreams.

Ashes smoulder but the phoenix flew.

And all that is left is me and you.

Miscommunication

I think I've come to realize something.

This proverbial dream is nothing.

What is to love?

And be loved?

Cory and Dapanga were meant for each other

Chuck and Blair, too.

But why is this always on tv,

never happening to you.

You can pour your heart out

Til you just want to jump and shout

But like the Little Match Girl

The match always burns out.

Flickering images of moments you hold so dear

Bring heartache and pain when that light turns out.

Loving with a fire red now its turning blue

until the mirror tells you the truth.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest of them all?

Pieces of glass stick to your sole

As you walk across the burning sands.

Is it better to love and lose then never love at all?

Trace the lines across your hands

And see what your future demands.

Even what appears to be

That archetypal relationship

Cracks and shatters when no one is there to see.

The ones on Mount Olympus are thought to be at the highest peak

But I'll remind you, nothing is as it seems

It's Mount Everest that they seek.

So that begs the question, how deep is your love?

Is it love that we aim for or just that peak?

We pretend to be amicable people

We act, so to speak.

But you have to work from the ground up.

A tree with no roots is dead to me.

We like to skip that part.

Forget the pretenses and act our part.

Cause that tree is looking pretty bare to me

Or maybe that's just cause I'm looking up

Knowing that will never be me so I hardly speak

Where do they come from? All the lonely people

Wishing they could reach that peak

So again I'll ask, how deep is your love?

Cause if you take it apart

You might see that inversion

Like Homer and Bart

They seem like the same person.

Real talk

They're nothing alike

Especially when I say epic poet.

But that's part of the equation

Miscommunication.

Life

Love is a dog from hell.

Man, Charles had it right.

Just pause. Stop. Think about it.

Not every man is a dog,

But every man can dog ya.

Dogma. Straight up karma.

Ha! Sometimes it feels like it goes around

before it comes around.

And what's the point?

I know men who would be the world for their women

Be the completion

The I don't need another one

No prenups.

Nah, we all need prenups.

But for real dog,

the good men can still dog ya.

Spit that tight game

But leave you for the altar.

That doesn't mean they're bad

Just bad for you.

I've heard many men say

I'm better than that right now chick

I'm that stay around chick

A life chick a wife chick

That right chick.

But all I hear is that chick, chick.

It makes me sick, you prick.

You don't get. it.

Put that period behind it and get up out my life, quick.

You're right I'm better than a chick.

And no man will walk me down the aisle as their chick.

What happened to respect?

What happened to class?

What happened to truth?

I don't know what to do.

Give up or give in.

Is that the way it's supposed to be?

Give up everything or just be alone.

I don't know about you but if this is what God wanted then I need a recount

Like Al Gore, I need a way out

A way to the top

To live that dream life

That surreal life

That it'll never be real life.

Life

The following isn't fun. I'll try not to be too vivid. In actuality I may not be clear enough for you to get what I'm talking about.

Innocence on the wings of the wind.

Blown away only too soon.

Crude awakenings as the harsh world takes hold.

Walking a grown woman's walk with a six-year-olds talk.

As a swan flies a flamingo tries

And innocence dies.

Sheets of satin hold no comfort as they linger near.

Thread count in the thousands but not one count can replace the thread now bare.

Stripped of all the childish joys she dreams of how high she could fly.

Head bowed in shame as she tries to explain

But not one whisper rings true in the eyes of those who matter most

Where were you when that innocence floated away?

On to another, back to the next.... pause, rewind,

please don't play it back.

Searching for wings to take her away

She can feel a breeze caressing her hair and tickling her cheek

Instead of comforting it only stings.

Turning her back on the one who was supposed to be there for her

The one who promised her she would never be hurt

Promised her that no enemy shall prosper against her.

Before she even knew what the words meant she felt the pain.

Tears like acid rain flowed in dark bedrooms and hidden corners.

Years later those tears still flow deep inside tearing away, corroding, leaving treads like car tires.

Her whole life lived in darkness.

Smiles with shadows holding up every corner.

Laughter shaken by emptiness.

Until she couldn't take anymore.

She lifted her eyes toward the sky.

And that is when she found her wings.

Just watch her fly so high.

So High

I fly so high.

Sittin on top of the world.

I'd say the sky is limit. Nah, that ain't me.

The sky is proverbial, I'm extra-terrestrial.

Not alien.

Ha. Keep playin.

God made me in his image. Yeah, He don't play.

You think he'd make me green or like E.T.

Song playin over the beat...Phone home, phone home.

Lil Weezyana keep that please. I don't need your rhymes or that sick beat.

Even Nas had a point, if Heaven was a mile away.

Except he's only a prayer away.

Swallow that.

You see I got three guys fightin for me.

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Ok that's one.

But my one don't need a two.

To the three, to the four.

He wrecked that beat and you don't even know what you waitin for.

Apocalypse maybe?

Come here, baby.

Smh all over the place.

Actin up, sippin up, livin it up.

Puh-leez.

I ain't crazy. Ok I take that back.

But better to be crazy then crazy and dead.

All up in the bed.

I'm not perfect don't try me.

But baby baby please save me.

Save me? Save you.

I'm rubber and you're glue.

Whatever bounces off me...please tie your shoes.

Safety hazard.

Don't want to trip before you make that fall

Into oblivion.

Come sit in my pavilion.

I got a gazebo that goes wherever he go.

Cause though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

Oh man, you playin. There's that gazebo.

Come on here we go.

I come to the garden alone but we all know

Those footprints aren't mine alone.

He carries me.

Like Drew Kerry he knows every line.

But let Wayne Brady hit that repeat.

Yeah, that's right.

Wayne Brady smash it everytime he sing.

I watch those international delight commercials

Just to wish I had a smiley face cup

And say a little prayer for you, forever and ever and ever its true, I will love you.

Ok check it, one two one two.

I was told rappers don't count on the mic

But if they don't count there then where do they count?

Ah, a play on words. I'm so funny.

Psh. Puh-leez.

Let's get back to the subject.

Soul Searching

I walk in circles stopping only to see if the view has changed

Everything blurs, and twists, and distorts but remains the same

There's a bandana covering and coloring my world shades of red and black

Though weary, I refuse to raise my white flag

My path is uncertain and my way unclear

The snares of life threaten and the bandana tightens

But music has never let me down

Starting over...

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