3 As

My front door lover became my back door love...he knows not which door to knock
I heard him slam through the front door, his heartbeat was loudly thumping with avidity to my bedroom door.
Then I heard him enter through my garage as his shoes softly trudged in apprehension to my bedroom door.
Lastly I heard him ring my bell, autonomy never combined the latter two, he rang my bell and left..
Yes, I know I can make his heart beat...but to what drum?

their desire is so strong....no i will not write about them...the reason as to why im here now. nope i will not and no. rashida you think about it...hmmm

little white lies

walking down the street of lies that complicate the lies...cant tell the truth in this flurry of lies. lie to lie to tell the truth. Huh? Yup..you see how ive become confused. confusing are the non truths..uhh wait half truths..nah full lies. again. can you distinguish them..point them in the right way..because i sure cant...lies sometimes tell truth...look and listen hard enough and you will decipher the cryptic message thats intertwined.

painted pictures

yeah girl you called my bluff through the facade of certainty..I tell you, hes him...u say give me more,go in-depth. where's the depth?...but i dont because all that floats through my head as you ask is, " wont make promises or paint pictures".....because my honesty is a lie...and we go back and forth you and I, and him. Circles weaving the circumference of what really is...you just may in fact not be him...but you just may in fact be him....depending on how his wind blows. Because Ive told you I wont let him go...hes mine...mine...mine. Yes, he is!...he should stop denying the Universe my request...especially because he knows it too. Im his, all his. Open me up and unleash me...you open up and you will be unleashed. Frightful of me you are...because you know that we are entangled! No...I am not a fool, though I am foolish when it comes to you. I am blind to the fury you've caused me..to the saddness i forget so quick. to hear your voice soothes me so...thanks for the call.

Obliterate To My TIna

She reconciles my certainty to doubt...yet to truth.
She says she holds me in high regard that may be too high for me..yet I thank her.
She says you are a raw truth, an honest truth...yet not to yourself.

She's a good friend whose hand I love to hold.
She and I sing, and dance together.
She is always a him when he's never around.
And I am her him as well.
She's my best friend
A confidant, a sister.

I always thought I would only have one girlfriend like that
because i didnt know i could share secrets with someone like that again.
'Cause she knows me.
Through the phony and tired and sad and happy.

I ask her only once and a while how shes doin..
'Cause I know her.
She's sad. very sad. so alone
to care for only her...but all of us.
And who cares for her
She's so tired

So draining..to wash all that away with our gulps of thirst.

Together we sing and dance and talk
And smile through all the tears.