Here’s what I’ve learned since you’ve been gone,
It’s takes a special type of person to love people like us.
We’re not anything anyone has ever experienced.
& at are best we these special people with ability love people like you and I.
But are worst we aren’t the best people.
… but even then we’re still more fit together than we’ll ever be with anyone else.
And because of this I can only be at my best when I’m with you.
Always in a rush but I stopped for you
Living in a rut cuz my mind confused
Stuck in my emotions ain’t got time to be
all the signs say you were designed for me
Will I get you back only time will tell
Before I find love I gotta find myself
Every now and again I find myself searching for your face in a crowd.
“snap out of it” I tell myself
“You have places to be and people to meet”
So I go on,
satisfied that I no longer have to analyze our twisted love story.
Then we meet again.
Always In that place where time doesn’t exist.
But you’re never quite who you are in my dreams and loving me seems to be nightmare for you.
Yet every night I smell scents of your perfume in the wind.
Either you’re elusive or I’m delusional.
Blinded by deception or hiding my obsession.
With ever scar I feel a little more alive.
Down for the ride that’s been taking me far
Head full of pride cause this fame is bizarre
Court side at games got me feeling like a star
Serving up lames with the cane in my car
The money in my pockets came from my clientele
Momma told me stop before they take my ass to jail
Everything in life is old
And the only thing that changes is the price of souls
On your second time around you’ll be twice as bold
they’ll be nobody alive who you can’t control
When we Feel the warmth of compassion it allows us to embrace the comfort of belonging.
These moments of peace help us give in to our inclinations to submit and allow us to express the emotions that we -most times -can not explain.
Let’s exercise those freedom which cannot be bought and Encourage ourselves to explore the transcendent euphoria that is stillness.
I believe that if we are successful that these moments will last an eternity . For if the ocean is in the sky then life is a circle.
Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives
In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,
people I’ve misused
and the things I shouldn’t have uttered
These visions I cannot explain
One would have to be there
In order to experience them from my unique perspective
seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed
for a breathe of fresh air
I awake from my dream a prisoner
and slave to time
Trapped in this dream we call life.
One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.
While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.
Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:
“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”
To which the boy’s father responded:
I do not feel sad? Do you?
The boy replied:
“No, but we don’t have much money?”
The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:
“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”
When I thought myself knowledgeable
I became a prisoner of concepts
Now knowing nothing
I have freedom to explore
What happens to dreams unseen?
Do they transfer to our roughs drafts?
Perish away to our archives?
Hide in our trash bins?
-Seemingly destined for deletion-
Or do they sit in our notifications
like unopened email
Waiting patiently for our attention