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Memoirs: How To Love

Had a lot of crooks try to steal my heart

Sneaking through my windows

Breaking in my cars 

Smoking all indo

 tearing me apart 

So now on a corner, taking pills for my scars 

Because they hurt real bad 

Like waiting for your dad

But he never show,

so now ya momma mad

And you just want to see em 

Got ya your own swag,

but at a time you wanted to be him 

Another unarmed robber 

Tricking me with charm 

Let you passed the gates because you swore you’d do no harm 

But now I’m on the cement

Lying here bleeding

All because I can’t tell an angel from demon


Sunrise’s At The Pier

I want you to know that it was never about sex.

or the attention that I couldn’t get from an Ex.

I saw you and I saw my paradise.

I saw beneath the anger.

its view leaving me in delight,

as I kissed you with closed eyes

spiritually walking towards your light.

Nothing like what I expected.

Everything I once neglected.

Grabbing your hand while we walk.

because I want you to feel protected.

What I felt when we met had me thinking like a skeptic

Like: ” If I give my all and lose it, what will I be left with?”

and: “will she be different from other the women I’ve slept with”?

But now I’m in a position which makes it futile to doubt you

Because the more that you’re away, the more I can’t live without you.

-The Artist




Perverse Sense Of Humor:Abductions

I honestly believe that the feeling  you get when you’ve just realized your car has been towed, is very close to the feeling you get when you find out that one of your children or close relatives  have been abducted/kidnapped.

Lets think about it:

You go outside looking around to find your car.

Pretty soon you call your friends and family, to make sure no one has seen or taken your car.

When that fails you begin to accept that your car isn’t coming back.

So you call it in.

Eventually, your on the phone with someone from the  Parking authorities ,telling you that you have a certain amount of time to pay back the city what you owe, or you’ll  never see your car again. After you pay, (assumming you want your or car/child back) deep inside you know that your car will never be the same after such a traumatizing experience. ( People who’ve had their car towed understand that I mean this  both literally and metaphorically)

And just like that, your car has as been abducted, bounty and time allowance decided. Your only choices being: Pay or never see your child (I mean car) again.

Sad times.

Makes me wish Laim Nelson didn’t only save helpless white women.