Internal dialogue

Ah what’s the point. You can do it. Blah blah. *Screams* I have a new business idea. Hmm…will it work? My account is overdrawn. How so? *Screams* Pizza sounds good. Who are you?  

Dance to the rhythm of now

Like Afro beats the rhythm captures my roots, my heritage, the song of the ancestors. Blessed am I the way the vibration moves through my soul, echoing loudly deflecting white noise, deflecting white lies. I feel alive, moving to the awakening of happiness that once was dormant awaiting life, awaiting the perfect melody to sing…

Possession Possessed

Passion was once something I possessed then through my possession my grip grew faint.

The Cuervo Effect

Jose… Why do I reach for you when my soul’s dehydrated? Knowing I need to quench my thirst, I call your name. When others reject you, I sing your praises. I love you. You burn slow, but I’m still here. You challenge my existence and take me to new heights at dangerous depths, But from…

Gender-fied

On a quest to manifest my destiny, the stress in me has me questioning my life’s authenticity, so don’t judge me please and pardon me, if I rather chill in the garden with eve.

Weeping Willow

Lessons never hurt so good. Make me grow as a woman as I knew they would. Teach me what I need to know. Help me find the courage I needed to grow. Sometimes, I cry like a weeping willow. Tears fall in my pillow, I try hard not to let them go. Too much pride,…

Confessions Part 1 (The Realization)

I love money. There I said it. I love the finer things, exotic even. I have a need for speed, although there are those in need, my hunger bleeds for more. Penthouse style lofts, the finest wine, double time, yeah that’s me. I tried the whole minimalist thing, it worked, I woke, I gave, I…

Innocence

Her chuckle was precious. The very essence of a toddler’s joy. And in that moment, I gazed. The sky was a Melancholy blue. And I began to sink deeper into the present allowing life to wrap me like a blanket in the still of a brisk evening, isn’t it deceiving, believe me, I’m breathing.

Today in Princeton…

We dug for records today out in Princeton at the local shop. The smell still lingering at the entrance of my olfactory system is reminiscent of the 40s Jazz scene. Packs of Marlboro lights mixed with aged scotch, I basked in the glory of the past; then I glanced at you and smiled. Your physique…