I am alive every place that you saw me, every place you didnt, and every place you never will
You awakened me in every sense of visual perception
When I first met you I saw beauty eloquently personified,
in your deep mahogany eyes
my eyes got lost in yours
your eyes were like two little worlds
and I,
I wanted to get lost in them
explore them, and get to know them
What good is sight without imagination
I looked in your eyes and imagined we were in Africa
Kings and Queens
You drapped me in the finest gold
but the love you wrapped me in was finer than any material thing
I saw us taking walks in rainforests,
Floating on clouds
and kissing under the stars
I saw us going places no couple had before.
What good are eyes if we only see the ugly?
I saw us rising above hatred, war, genocides
Our love got us high without weed
You became my method man,
your love would be all that I would need
I began to undress you with thine eyes
and if love is blind, I pray God blinds me
just so the love i am imagining with you could find me.
But its funny,
how everyones eyes see the worlds images differently
because when you saw me
you saw just another girl
You didnt see any intricate metaphors
No appealing hyperbole’s
No fascinating similes’ of what could be's
the amusing alliteration I littered my brain with were all lies
you kissed me on my cheek ever so gently
you looked me in my brown eyes
…and then continued to just pass me by.
and although tears now flow down my cheek where your lips once rested
im not mad
becuase I am alive and awake in every place you touched me, every place you didnt, and every place you never will
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
When I Reminisce Over You
Ive got a story to tell,
Falling in love can be a hard thing; People can say it’s not for you
But who are they to speak
They haven’t had the same experiences as you
Just before I slipped you caught me with your grip right on my hip, see I had hopped in and out of love so many times before I had no idea what this love could/would have in store, see my love was on a lock down and I had swallowed the key, see I am becoming stronger the king and queen to my own throne, no gold-digger here, I’m a sugar daddies fear, see I’m a single black female addicted to retail I can buy my own gucci and love…can wait
But this dude kept pursuing me relentlessly, so passionately asking me to let him have a chance of romance, I gave him the glance and told him he’s got 1 shot, like he’s the last bullet cuz he’s all I got left for loves true fulfiment. He told me I came with the same game, but he could see right a contrast, a change in life nothing stays the same, something once good can rot, an apple will mold if forgot.. And he returned with a dozen roses and shined his light on my world, have I slept into a comatose.
I know this life is hard and dreams easily get knocked, but for some reason I’m feelin it but I’ve got reasonable doubt to believe he can hurt me, see if been hurt so many times before my heart has began to tore, and it seems like right when I open my heart to sex..He’s just on to the next.
But he was becoming delicately different, and he was binging to capture my attention like a drug addict seeking intervention, saying things like “I’ve just got to have it” and when he asked can we kick it? I said yes, what is happening I did not want a man but it seems like God always has a change of plans on this extremely exotic excursion of life you’ll find a way, this might be love, it might be lust, it might be a mixture of the two and I might be a sinner or a saint, the rebirth of me Nina lee, oh but this man aint slick, O won’t fall for his tricks I’m too smooth for that, cuz I’m cool like that, I won’t fall into your trap blinded by the cheese, many don’t want to see the truth. See myself I have illegitimate insecurities but he explained Truthfully I am not perfect but I’m worth it, and if life gives you lemons ill paint them gold, ill not only touch ya mind, but body and soul, and together we can build a happymess. And we can get high like were on a jet.
I loved to hear him seductively speak now, a voice that would make me weak now, his voice in my ears was like the sweetest thing I’d ever known, gave my ears an orgasm with his melancholy tone, but he could get loud to. He is my perfect prototype and I could describe my love for him 3000 ways. With him I can conquer all my fears, he’s pitch can dry my tears. Hes whole being is beautiful. I hope our love never gets threw and if it does I will intercept it. Because the various variations of his voice I hope will always ring in my ear, this love fiasco might have me as a schizophrenic for I can see the sounds, oh so lovely, oh shit I’m about to slip but as I fell I landed right on top…and He Is Power and He Overcame Pressure and he will be here until the end of time. And when I reminisce over you.... my God.
Falling in love can be a hard thing; People can say it’s not for you
But who are they to speak
They haven’t had the same experiences as you
Just before I slipped you caught me with your grip right on my hip, see I had hopped in and out of love so many times before I had no idea what this love could/would have in store, see my love was on a lock down and I had swallowed the key, see I am becoming stronger the king and queen to my own throne, no gold-digger here, I’m a sugar daddies fear, see I’m a single black female addicted to retail I can buy my own gucci and love…can wait
But this dude kept pursuing me relentlessly, so passionately asking me to let him have a chance of romance, I gave him the glance and told him he’s got 1 shot, like he’s the last bullet cuz he’s all I got left for loves true fulfiment. He told me I came with the same game, but he could see right a contrast, a change in life nothing stays the same, something once good can rot, an apple will mold if forgot.. And he returned with a dozen roses and shined his light on my world, have I slept into a comatose.
I know this life is hard and dreams easily get knocked, but for some reason I’m feelin it but I’ve got reasonable doubt to believe he can hurt me, see if been hurt so many times before my heart has began to tore, and it seems like right when I open my heart to sex..He’s just on to the next.
But he was becoming delicately different, and he was binging to capture my attention like a drug addict seeking intervention, saying things like “I’ve just got to have it” and when he asked can we kick it? I said yes, what is happening I did not want a man but it seems like God always has a change of plans on this extremely exotic excursion of life you’ll find a way, this might be love, it might be lust, it might be a mixture of the two and I might be a sinner or a saint, the rebirth of me Nina lee, oh but this man aint slick, O won’t fall for his tricks I’m too smooth for that, cuz I’m cool like that, I won’t fall into your trap blinded by the cheese, many don’t want to see the truth. See myself I have illegitimate insecurities but he explained Truthfully I am not perfect but I’m worth it, and if life gives you lemons ill paint them gold, ill not only touch ya mind, but body and soul, and together we can build a happymess. And we can get high like were on a jet.
I loved to hear him seductively speak now, a voice that would make me weak now, his voice in my ears was like the sweetest thing I’d ever known, gave my ears an orgasm with his melancholy tone, but he could get loud to. He is my perfect prototype and I could describe my love for him 3000 ways. With him I can conquer all my fears, he’s pitch can dry my tears. Hes whole being is beautiful. I hope our love never gets threw and if it does I will intercept it. Because the various variations of his voice I hope will always ring in my ear, this love fiasco might have me as a schizophrenic for I can see the sounds, oh so lovely, oh shit I’m about to slip but as I fell I landed right on top…and He Is Power and He Overcame Pressure and he will be here until the end of time. And when I reminisce over you.... my God.
Climbing with Mary
Sometimes life becomes too much for me, the pressures of school, and the demands of society, people lying and always trying me. So to relieve stress there’s this little tree I like to climb. I forget all of my problems and worries as I climb to the top of the tree, I can really be me while im climbing this tree. And I climb, the leafs of this tree keep me afloat so I never worry about falling, for if I did the tree would gently place her beautiful limbs out to catch me and together we would rise to the skies. I sit at the top of this tree so high, and when I look down I see the world for what it really is…the repulsive revolting as others are choking on this so called thing as life. I inhale and climb higher up this tree, As I get higher I find myself entering galactic, an orgasmic, I feel sorry for you if you’ve never had it kind of feeling. When im up in this tree I meet people we can’t normally see, I see all of life’s conspiracies. I feel like I can fly and I do into ancient societies I chat with Socrates about mythical things and when I become bored with that conversation I just find another dimension to travel into. I fly… its ethereal the way I feel as I sit on the cloud, and the smell up there is so sweet but to some it’s loud. I sink deeply into the cloud and become soft like it and when I become bored, I just soar some more. Faintly gleaming though the skies I find it no surprise everyone doesn’t want to feel this way. Many want me to stay blinded by ignorance, confusing the true importance’s of life. They can’t shoot be down I won’t be stabbed by the knife of life, cuz when im in this tree so quixotic, exotic, melodic I am FREE. But at some point I have to come down
Breathing in this air that is full of dispair
Maybe living is lifes biggest conspiracy
But I don’t really care as long as youre here next to me.
Love is like the air I see
Intangible but feels so concrete
An illusion, diffusion, there is no sloution to cure one who has once
loved but I,
i won’t have to be drugged
For I have yet to experience love
So I take a deep breath and then exhale
Waiting for my love to come out of it’s shell
So I breath in once again hoping that the next one may be you
That the love I love to think of
will be you
Maybe living is lifes biggest conspiracy
But I don’t really care as long as youre here next to me.
Love is like the air I see
Intangible but feels so concrete
An illusion, diffusion, there is no sloution to cure one who has once
loved but I,
i won’t have to be drugged
For I have yet to experience love
So I take a deep breath and then exhale
Waiting for my love to come out of it’s shell
So I breath in once again hoping that the next one may be you
That the love I love to think of
will be you
When the rain comes and beats on my drums I think of you
I wish we could go dance in the rain together Just you and me in our truest physicality
But we can’t, cuz everytime it rains you/ go unlike rain you don’t help me grow
Only there when the sun shines, The “good times”.
Nothing worth having is easy, how can we grow if you always leave me …in the rain.
If you would just stay around to see that the rain nourishes me
Listen to it beat, thump it’s melodies/ Watch it fall from the sky/ I bet each drip would signify the love of you and I
But you won’t stick around for the rain/ Only want the joy but joy sometimes has pain.
Well the rain on my drums continues to beat, and I grow and find out
Beautiful things emerge after the drought
I wish we could go dance in the rain together Just you and me in our truest physicality
But we can’t, cuz everytime it rains you/ go unlike rain you don’t help me grow
Only there when the sun shines, The “good times”.
Nothing worth having is easy, how can we grow if you always leave me …in the rain.
If you would just stay around to see that the rain nourishes me
Listen to it beat, thump it’s melodies/ Watch it fall from the sky/ I bet each drip would signify the love of you and I
But you won’t stick around for the rain/ Only want the joy but joy sometimes has pain.
Well the rain on my drums continues to beat, and I grow and find out
Beautiful things emerge after the drought
You destroy me, create me, embrace me, hate me, you’re my joy, my pain, my mental institution, yet you keep me sane, you’re my water, my drought, you’re everything I don’t know anything about, you’re my desire to learn more, you are my chore, my bore, my excitement galore, everything I’m searching for, my weakness and through you I find my strengths, my love, my hate, My choices, my fate, you are my ghost, sometimes a statue, even when you are not there I still look at you, others may doubt you but I believe, you are responsible for my failures and for what I achieve, you are music to my ears, the generator of my tears, you’re my tissue, my spine, you are who the moon and stars have alligned, you are my beast, my beauty, my shackle, my key, see only you can set me free, you are the book and I the words, you are the cage and I am the bird, you speaketh the unheard and cause me to know, you are the disease, the cure. you complete me … and together create we.
Crux (on and on)
It’s the boys, the lies they tell and me keeping them around like their a need
It’s the weed, I keep on smoking it, it sets me free
Its my family keeping me stable
It’s on the table, it’s the cable the TV I keep on watching it.
It’s the “natural” disasters thiers no stopping it…
The oil spills, hurricane Katrina, the absence of fema
Its our Presidents
The democrats, the republicans
The good, the bad guys
The choice is yours they both tell fatal lies
It’s the bill of rights,
It’s the lights, its New York it never sleeps
Its on wall street
It’s the church, the congregation, it’s the pastor
It’s the world it keeps on spinning and moving faster,
It’s the bombs, they burn quick like Hiroshima
It’s the models, very beautiful its andrea Lima
Its that girl in class who daydreams
Its that boat that travels gently upstream
It’s the art
Its my guitars, it’s the strings
It’s the temper of the lion, the quickness of the tiger, and the tranquility of a bear
Its my hair down my back, its because of weave
It’s the Indians giving in to a system of make believe
Its slum dog millionaire,
It’s the greed, its in bollywood, no Hollywood
Its in the air.
It’s the image
Its anorexia,
I cnat raed, its dixelexia!
It’s the toys “their made in China”
It’s the sushi, the wasabi
Its in Africa, Zimbabwe, its President Mugabe
Its my skin
Its black men
Its Jesus pieces,
Its in jail
It’s the earth, I call it Hell
It’s the heat, its global warming, it’s the sun
No it’s the moon, it’s the darkside
Its lifes mysterys
It’s the world series
It’s the angels in the outfield
Its my ancestors
Its my faith
Its budda, Jesus, its allah
It’s the almighty dolla$
Its me? Guess yall aint messin with me no more
Its cuz of war, it’s the gore
It’s the ladies, it’s the whore
Its her smile
No it’s the babies we abort
Its in the nile
It’s the blind, they lead the blind
Its my third eye
I think its time, we never get it back
It’s the poor, they steal from the poor
It’s the rich, they steal from poor even more
Its genocide, homicide
Sometimes I cant take this world, but I wont commit suicide
Its my education, it’s the more I learn the more I realize I don’t know shit about this world we live in
Its transcendentalism, its me im ever changing
Its my desire to love
It’s the beauty of a dove
It’s the angels, aliens,demons
Its ALL OF THE ABOVE.
And As long as I keep living, and the world keeps spinning
It will never ever end
And how you choose your deception, will that just depends.
It’s the weed, I keep on smoking it, it sets me free
Its my family keeping me stable
It’s on the table, it’s the cable the TV I keep on watching it.
It’s the “natural” disasters thiers no stopping it…
The oil spills, hurricane Katrina, the absence of fema
Its our Presidents
The democrats, the republicans
The good, the bad guys
The choice is yours they both tell fatal lies
It’s the bill of rights,
It’s the lights, its New York it never sleeps
Its on wall street
It’s the church, the congregation, it’s the pastor
It’s the world it keeps on spinning and moving faster,
It’s the bombs, they burn quick like Hiroshima
It’s the models, very beautiful its andrea Lima
Its that girl in class who daydreams
Its that boat that travels gently upstream
It’s the art
Its my guitars, it’s the strings
It’s the temper of the lion, the quickness of the tiger, and the tranquility of a bear
Its my hair down my back, its because of weave
It’s the Indians giving in to a system of make believe
Its slum dog millionaire,
It’s the greed, its in bollywood, no Hollywood
Its in the air.
It’s the image
Its anorexia,
I cnat raed, its dixelexia!
It’s the toys “their made in China”
It’s the sushi, the wasabi
Its in Africa, Zimbabwe, its President Mugabe
Its my skin
Its black men
Its Jesus pieces,
Its in jail
It’s the earth, I call it Hell
It’s the heat, its global warming, it’s the sun
No it’s the moon, it’s the darkside
Its lifes mysterys
It’s the world series
It’s the angels in the outfield
Its my ancestors
Its my faith
Its budda, Jesus, its allah
It’s the almighty dolla$
Its me? Guess yall aint messin with me no more
Its cuz of war, it’s the gore
It’s the ladies, it’s the whore
Its her smile
No it’s the babies we abort
Its in the nile
It’s the blind, they lead the blind
Its my third eye
I think its time, we never get it back
It’s the poor, they steal from the poor
It’s the rich, they steal from poor even more
Its genocide, homicide
Sometimes I cant take this world, but I wont commit suicide
Its my education, it’s the more I learn the more I realize I don’t know shit about this world we live in
Its transcendentalism, its me im ever changing
Its my desire to love
It’s the beauty of a dove
It’s the angels, aliens,demons
Its ALL OF THE ABOVE.
And As long as I keep living, and the world keeps spinning
It will never ever end
And how you choose your deception, will that just depends.
Life is but a Dream
Dreams, he knew about them all too well.
Since the tender age of three he had one big dream
By the time he was four he had dreamed his dream a little more
It was now more vivid
A dream to be a doctor
Oh yes kids can be anything they want
Except for this boy, mother was on crack didn’t even know where his
father was at just four years old already on the wrong track
But none of that to him would matter
His dreams will not be shattered
His dreams, he couldn’t live without em
Although People tried to doubt him
By the time he got to high school his dream had very little fuel
His dreams no one believed in them
Over time he no longer believed em himself
He put down Plato for the pound
Told people he was a gangsta but really just liked the sound
Still tried to read a little when no one was around
That burning desire was eating his brain
But he neglected it, I say the system is to blame
He was Blinded by the drug life the fortune the fame
On a cold December night he is told to make a run
His life is going downhill although it has just begun
The deal went bad that December night and now he’s in jail serving 25 to life
Dreams…
What happens to a dream deffered?
He knows all to well, even though he
still dreams it’s now from behind a cell
And time he wishes he could borrow if it could help wipe away his sorrow
He thinks maybe his dream will come true tomorrow and then tomorrow
turns into today
The time has swam on and so does his undreamed dream
merrily merrily down the stream.
He lays his head down and begins to cry,
lifts his head and asks God why!
He falls asleep and wakes up to find it was all a dream
maybe life isnt as bad as it may seem
And in wise choices this little boy will partake,
and God will lead him to his beautiful fate.
Since the tender age of three he had one big dream
By the time he was four he had dreamed his dream a little more
It was now more vivid
A dream to be a doctor
Oh yes kids can be anything they want
Except for this boy, mother was on crack didn’t even know where his
father was at just four years old already on the wrong track
But none of that to him would matter
His dreams will not be shattered
His dreams, he couldn’t live without em
Although People tried to doubt him
By the time he got to high school his dream had very little fuel
His dreams no one believed in them
Over time he no longer believed em himself
He put down Plato for the pound
Told people he was a gangsta but really just liked the sound
Still tried to read a little when no one was around
That burning desire was eating his brain
But he neglected it, I say the system is to blame
He was Blinded by the drug life the fortune the fame
On a cold December night he is told to make a run
His life is going downhill although it has just begun
The deal went bad that December night and now he’s in jail serving 25 to life
Dreams…
What happens to a dream deffered?
He knows all to well, even though he
still dreams it’s now from behind a cell
And time he wishes he could borrow if it could help wipe away his sorrow
He thinks maybe his dream will come true tomorrow and then tomorrow
turns into today
The time has swam on and so does his undreamed dream
merrily merrily down the stream.
He lays his head down and begins to cry,
lifts his head and asks God why!
He falls asleep and wakes up to find it was all a dream
maybe life isnt as bad as it may seem
And in wise choices this little boy will partake,
and God will lead him to his beautiful fate.
You are beautiful,
but so very far.
or perhaps it just seems that way because I dont know who you are.
You are beautiful,
with a soul made of gold.
though we have yet to meet,
I know,
you are beautiful in each and every way
and when our souls, hands, and eyes connect
I shall cease the day,
from that moment, always until forever
that soul of gold will be my most prized treasure.
but so very far.
or perhaps it just seems that way because I dont know who you are.
You are beautiful,
with a soul made of gold.
though we have yet to meet,
I know,
you are beautiful in each and every way
and when our souls, hands, and eyes connect
I shall cease the day,
from that moment, always until forever
that soul of gold will be my most prized treasure.
Sticks and Stones
Wake up drenched because of it
Try and wash my self clean of it
my heart
my soul
I feel it all over my body
I feel it when youre on top of me
drink a shot and try to forget it
carry it in my purse
I dont want to fall in love
because I know how bad it hur
Try and wash my self clean of it
my heart
my soul
I feel it all over my body
I feel it when youre on top of me
drink a shot and try to forget it
carry it in my purse
I dont want to fall in love
because I know how bad it hur
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