Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours
the art of balancing like, lust, and love. with a little bit of leeriness thrown in for fun. the bad weather caused today's show to get canceled and that sucks. because i was looking forward to reading some new joints. however, my man ChrisT and I have been planning on linking up soon to do a collaborative piece. He be on some straight up love jones ish having all the ladies open. I, on the other hand, usually leave a taste in their mouth not as sweet (no pun intended). But in a futile attempt to get a little more creative and varied with my concepts, i have found myself experimenting with different styles and formats when concocting my poetry. and i say concoct deliberately. it's not really writing or composing. i really should holla at the USPTO and have back-pocket poetry attributed to me. there's something so liberating about writing some ish that just comes to mind minutes before taking the stage. kinda like studying, it's an adrenaline rush of having to meet a preset deadline beyond compare. and like relationships, sometimes we set our own selves up for failure. the game i kick may not even be league worthy, but because you think it is then you gonna have to believe it to be so, right? optimism is a good thing though. but sometimes, i might spill some of my pineapple juice or shirley temple on the napkin and the ink smears. and then it becomes a campaign to decipher the now-illegible chickenscratch that are my secondhand thoughts on a piece of recycled paper. and cats wonder why i don't drink. henny is dark and hell is hot, son. and i'm not even looking for love, yet still find myself in all the wrong places. but a ride or die chick does sound like fun; don't it? signed, sealed, and delivered. word.
Ain't sure what your character contains yet
But damn lady, you could be my Valentine
Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked
Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway
I grow my confidence in words the Henny way - yeah, buy me a drink
so we can sink into that thought path...
-De La Soul, "With Me"
2 comments:
I know how you feel on that one, ain't nothing like bringing the heat to a show then figuring out you got some blankets hidden in the backseat. I hope your performance goes well, I know you can write, the spittin part should be money in the bank.
good luck...thump
the art of balancing like, lust, and love.
i definitely relate.
the game i kick may not even be league worthy, but because you think it is then you gonna have to believe it to be so, right?
the thing that most people miss about having game it's 80% making people believe what you say, regardless of how you feel about it or not. maybe it's not optimism in your case but truth.
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