I Want To Talk About You

The room is still, chills thrill my imagination

incinuations from my heart yell out violently but

Tonight, I want to talk about you..

Control me, control me with all your strength

let the warmth of your breath, bring fret

to those that know not love's length

Why? why fight the inevitable..

the more I speak, the more your descriptions

slip thru my teeth, the more I find myself on my knees

and im not praying

Tonight, I want to talk about you..

Sometimes words don't suffice, let's throw rice into the air

and let the feeling of their descent explain the goosebump

effect my body has with your name

I'm married to your memory, if you pass I won't be a widower

Sports, fashion, politics, religion, seem like conversations for children

they sound like vain repetitions, cold dead fingertips next to your delicious.

Tonight, I want to talk about you..

What's my name? What does it matter? when all that brings me life-giving

laughter is sitting directly across from me,

the waves of your perfume sway me, with smells of Lilacs and Cinnamon

I'm engulfed, taken, reawakened, yet fractions of time too small to tell have passed

Let me have your hand to grasp, let your body talk to me and tell me my kisses

to the neck, bring fire from inside you and your body twitches to the rhythm

of African drums, my lips to your Eternal Valley passes me to places 3-dimensions

could not fathom...

Tonight, I want to talk about you..

I swim in your rivers of love, backstroke in your sexy, ski your slopes,

your smile of completion when you've trekked to the top of Mt. Everest and you're cheeks

are as bloodshot as my eyes, slowly walkin down your chin, breasts, womb, thighs

watch my inner man rise

I lie, I lie in the pools of truth when adultery fails to persuade me, i'm indebted to you,

i'm ingrafted in you, i'm a reverse-narcissist for you, i'm a, i'm a..... lost in you..

I have every day of my life to talk about everything else,

Tonight, for the whole night, I want to talk about you...

V for Vendetta

"Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather" -Andre 3000

If you're standing on any rock other than the 3rd rock from the sun, I'm sorry to remind you that its Valentines Day. I'm not a V-Day hater, but I am definitely not a fan. Yes, it's awesome to have a day where you can make-up for any mess-ups you might have had during the year. It's like a Mr. Clean 'Magic Eraser' for the heartache and words unsaid that last carried to its end. Other than being assumed to be a "Vday Terrorist", which none other than someone who picks a fight on V-Day so that the responsibility of a gift is nil, I am actually enjoying the day.

I woke up from a light sleep at about 10 am, smelling the sweat lingering from the arduos dream of the night before signaling the time for a shower. Phone laying on the floor and my half-blunt beside it, I was leaving myself clues as what to do with the day. Since my girlfriend caught a titi attack yesterday because it got late and my friend's car got stuck in the snow, I woke up quite angry. Irony, irony, irony, what would I do without you. The reply to my, "Happy Valentines Day, im home btw" text from the night before which said, "Thanks, okay. Goodnight." was still on the screen and the bitter taste of "fuck you then" was still on my tongue.

Even though the day started ugly, a constant influenza of classical hip hop filled the air and broke those barriers. Tunes from Jay-Z, Kanye West, Cam'ron, Outkast, Jay Electronica, and many more opened my mind to the times I was the saddest, to the times my heart took a vacation and my mind drove my soul into an oblivion. That period of time that was still. I became oveerwhelmed and thankful for having what I have. My Belle might tight with me but I'm a Beast that's gonna fight for her. At the end of the day, this girl has taken me by surprise and proved herself- without me asking- to be the person necessary for my life. Her smile came to my mind and my heart continually melts and freezes and melts again like the extremes of the seasons over bodies of water.

I'm not posing to be to a love expert. I'm not trying to receive pats on the back. But at the same time, I'm not trying to be judged, I'm trying to have cruel and unusual standards placed over me, and I definitely do not want to be alone. Today has become a lashing back for treating me like crap the night before. I miss you and no vendetta is held against you.