slow low hum
opressive heat that starts at 7am
water moccassians
collard greens and hamhocks, hoe cakes and pound cake
funerals always have the best food

Your reds aint like mine...........




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www.myspace.com/3rd_i

water drops on my window
and my diary sings the Blues
of long forgotten days and
re-aquainted love...
of many sleepless nights
and too long afternoons
of 'maybes' and 'what ifs'...

man, your blues aint like mine

lyin in bed wit company
early morning warmth
makes u stagnant
sloth
faces meet, open eyes
he's cute, but not the one i love

haunted by the unattainable
dreams constructed in marble columns
rendered into ashen relics upon
awakening into reality
which, though tangible
is no more sustainable than the dream

man... your greys ain't like my greys...

new...
born
again
reliving
death
to light
and fresh
to sights
un seen
cleansing
natural colors seeming unclean

man,...shit your green ain't like my green

fresh cut grass green
vibrate youth new money smells
reaching deep into the newness of birthing creation
the color green hums cuz it's happy just to BE
paradise is always green

your black aint like my blacks

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as i drag you into the
vast
empty
spaces that begat broken dreams
i take a morbid satisfaction
at trapping you in
a freshly-created nightmare

your rage aint like my rage

funerals always have the best food

*nods*

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a complicated mess of half
assed love. ©kimabe

i believe that heaven is soft
falling snow serene
new tee shirts fresh from the pack
socks that can't wait to meet the red clay of georiga

your purples aint like mine.........
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loved this third.. great idea...this is classic.... everyone's responses were awesome


your thoughts aint like mine...



gathered many shingles of perspectives
and form fitted a mosiac collage
collecting picture-esque memoirs, movein soft thru the filaments of my pigment
plummet prisms into my soul
stab my chest and leak out the sun
my bones glow with collections
rotating the flecks in the optical illusions of eyes

many days, playing the fool
schools out, playing with you
laying with you, praying you dont move
dont leave, stay put, breathing together
enjoying the rest of the moment

i want your colors to blend with mine...










shawn aka boocho mcfly
part of adult film stars
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waking up to your phone calls
golden light all in my eyes
giggling at chef mcfly..why oh why
the browns of ur eyes on the brown of my skin
sinking in......






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you remembered that! well, you're a better cat
or should i say kitten, miss, being specific
back in the days writtens, lots of telefone trippin
rockin myself to sleep thinkin of things i wished but didnt
do you get it?



shawn aka boocho mcfly
part of adult film stars
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i awake to warm air brushing across my liquor-laden
lips hoping it's you breathing, leaning in to kiss
my morning into being...only it's not you,
just a product of me leaving the window open
the night before when i pondered jumping
out of it.


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"I loved those poems that seemed so small on the page but that swelled in the mind; I didn’t like the windy, dwindling kind." -Louise Gluck

hearing superfluois
rants, raves
niggaz half naked in videos
talk shows, stage
not tryin to elevate
just out for da change

damn...your groove ain't like my groove

your pain isn't like my pain
constantly planting
seeds with each letter that proceedeth
in vain
so they
choke her essence
his so called lady eyes rain
misleading and teasing
your pain ain't like my pain
tainting her fertalized soil
once he made her feel hot like temperture boil
she didn't think with her he'd toy
but he said it himself "I'm only a boy"
future only in dreams
your pain ain't like my pain
no tomorrow for this lady?
heart in sorrow? maybe
growing cold to relationships
your pain ain't like my pain
destiny creating a new fate
no faith to wait
many days of
comtemplate and debate
your pain ain't like my pain
her doors knock with others
his words just surface covers
actions replaced new truths
if love was sick in him
she caught it and now is dying of a terminal illness
your pain ain't like my pain




http://www.myspace.com/dovefly

I'm clairvoyant
withouth being cocky
my crystal ball is made of ice
so I tell the cold hard truth
I can't remember
the days whyn my gypsie
got me more than
a cheap drink and a hicky
but I still rock dreads cause
I'm s'posed to be concious

niggas your clear definitely ain't like my clear.

thanx for words.

I realize my dreams have holes eaten in them
moths have made homes in my deep abiding faith
and left me remarkably a realist
where at once my knees hit the floor to cry and pray the dust from my lungs
I ached for you that night
and you showed up right on time
as
usual

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if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you

then people will say
"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants." e.e. cummings

vexed by my spirits
Jack Daniels has stock
in my conscience,
I move wearily, stumbling
into oblivion
until dawn beckons...

Your hangovers aint like mine
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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys

crashing from lips
sex
thick as pound cake
slow stirred
screams
moans
what?
fuck

just a dream
she's gone

Sleep interrupted
your voice between
thighs and
dark like
window's air
I am whispering
laughter and
moaning his name
in silence
Come to me everyday
It is hard to be
in love with two men
Your dreams ain't like mine

This is one of my fav cyphers... Upping on GP.


"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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Comming soon... "Blind Eye Turning"