Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry, About a woman whose company I long for Tomorrow, I’ll write you poetry, About a woman I noticed long before. She’s as wise as he is smart, With a mind sharp not plain, Indeed, I would be lying from the start if I said her beauty put not Aphrodite to …
Through the muck and the mudand the fields of snow below,We march and we marchto the green fields fro,‘Crost sleet and rainto a bittersweet end,O’er tha days and agesyou were ever my trusty friend.
Wind flowing through my hair,The breeze cupping my face,The ground strong and steady,Skating from place to place,On my wooden longboardwith colour like an oak tree,On my trusy longboard,Here, I am truly free.
I journeyed to another city,Under clouds that told of rain,I walked into the electric train. With the ambient hum,As the train raced into the wide gray yonder,My mind began to wonder. I thought of all the flowers,The walks taken by the lush meadow,Both by newlyweds and the lonely widow. I thought of all the contrasts,The …
Hanging on a cliffI looked down and saw Death’s charming smileI smiled back and said,“Not today, lil nigga”,And pulled myself up,Dusted my clothesAnd walked home.
Your lips are candies,Succulent and sweet,Your soul has radianceand I‘m loving the heat,Your bosom is a flower —none too discreet,Your ass is pudding —A snack I very much want to eat,And though I meet many womenin every other street,Not one of them is the woman I wanna meat,So come to me, come under the sheet,Come …
In healing’s gentle light,Scars fade, shadows take flight.Heart blooms, renewed refrain,Grace whispers through the pain.
Having gone through what you’ve gone throughand survived what you have survived,Having seen the people who were always with you;your joy who contrived,And having seen snakes with faces two; your fall who connived.To heal and stand, recovered from an austere bleed,To have lived to this age is a very splendid thing indeed.
