gibberish # 2

my mind is filled with random gibberish...word puzzles with all the wrong pieces.  making sense of the chaos proves difficult, but it keeps my mind occupied while my aches.  Love pains.  I am love stained...

gibberish #1

the answer is not at the bottom of the bottle,
but at the tip of my tongue...
sharp and direct
like broken glass and rose thorns.
so just ask me the question, if you're ready for razor sharp words that will split you in two.

no time for bull shit
I've wasted plenty of days on the analyzing of my reality.
i have broken it down to an in-exact science.
crisp and clear, black and white.
yes and no.
it works for me.

Saturday Afternoon

chamomile tea.
pupps.
neo-soul/jazz/j.cole
clean smells.
fresh faced.
snap shots.
sketches.

free.fall

I wrote you a letter today. I was going to come by and just place at your doorstep, and hope that you saw it. but I didn't...instead I read the letter to myself, out loud, repeatedly, so many times in fact that I can recite it to you. memorized every letter of every word. And I would perform it, proudly, loudly, smiling in the face of mediocrity, because it is real.

No need for dramatics, screenplays, background music...you know my story. You have seen my pain, and you have felt my love. We met on the edge of insanity, peeking over to see how far we would fall....we linked hands, and then we jumped...No parachute. Oh how soft the landing was, a sea of feathers on top of feathers on top of clouds, cushioned with love, unconditional. Love diving. Its risky, unless you have the right partner, thank God for you. Never felt safer. So, can we jump again? ...And on the way down ill recite my letter I wrote to you,proudly, loudly ...forever into the soft clouds of feathers of love, unconditional.

black/white

 

EKG

wear my heart on my sleeve...

if you ever need to check for my pulse, look here.

ay yo girl

This amazing girl one day told me “puuume”

And it’s crazy, because I knew just what she meant.
It was love at first…umm word? Lol I don’t know.
But she was is it….and with the days we created our own language.
Established a vocabulary that only love could understand.


Handshakes, inside jokes, facial expressions, baby talk, random bursts of song and dance, wedgies (gimme dat)
Love looks real funny sometimes…
That’s the best kind.
I miss it. Her. Us. Love.