i thought
to myself
as i followed blues
out the door
and the music
stopped

long enough
to hear nothing,
the sound
of something
more than
the heart
can give
now-

a skip,
a beat

the title says it all for me

"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek

all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh

title alone go
on ice breaker gum storm city
whose right 4 chapel?

good work out pedals
stump'n mud holes in vixen male
don't score tape in trunk

rolling over joints
water free flow floods seeds sprout bump
bee's pollination

don't call this hating i'm just in love with myself
young buck cd the world!

long enough
to hear nothing,
the sound
of something
more than
the heart
can give
now-


mmmmmm...yeah that's it...miss k

if you didn't define yourself for yourself you'd be crunched into other peoples fantasies of you an eaten alive.

audre lorde

i can dig it man . .

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

It's the silence ... between the heartbeats ... that creates chasms in loves valleys

(((When Love Isn't Enuff))) --


*Felt It*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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