November 2012
5 posts
August 2012
1 post
“Life is absurd.. Keep living it though…”
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July 2012
10 posts
“When it ain’t working, reassess and do something else”
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“I am the beloved child of the Most High God; and as such I expect the unexpected best as my divine birthright.”
—Iyanla Vanzant
“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”
—All Sweetness… Ram Dass (via lazyyogi)
“How do you release someone who doesn’t want to be kept any longer…?”
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June 2012
11 posts
“Yo, where you at? Anyway
Got me waking up from a dream I just had
About having a dream about you
Having a dream about me
Safe to say I’m feenin’
Trying to pick the locks to the meanin’
So I can Facebook God
He said He had space left for me
but He said he got too much cleaning
I’m a slave to your fixes like you the master
All night I’ve been listening to Prince Roger’s remixes Playing them faster and faster
Trying to read your mind
Guess I’m too sick to learn
And piano keys have become my spine
You’ve done played them so good ‘til they burn
By the touch of your fingers too much
But I’m stubborn so
So I’m back on stage
For my encore of a girl tour
When it rains it pours
But when in man in pain it showers
I was born the minute I kissed you but I died on the hour
Your face still lingers it’s too much
Your eyes open like gates to Heaven
It’s like when my words need crutches
The longer you away
I need you more like etcetera and such and such
No matter the brand of heart you clutchin’
Baby I’m trying to get in where I fit in
I’m trying to be the Park to your Rosa, a sit in I suppose
A man smittin’ by a catty but you still got his tongue So I’m waitin’ for it to be brought back by your kitten
The lines of my poem sound too young to be this strung If I don’t taste you soon I’m done
So, you just ain’t gonna’ call me” —
Got me waking up from a dream I just had
About having a dream about you
Having a dream about me
Safe to say I’m feenin’
Trying to pick the locks to the meanin’
So I can Facebook God
He said He had space left for me
but He said he got too much cleaning
I’m a slave to your fixes like you the master
All night I’ve been listening to Prince Roger’s remixes Playing them faster and faster
Trying to read your mind
Guess I’m too sick to learn
And piano keys have become my spine
You’ve done played them so good ‘til they burn
By the touch of your fingers too much
But I’m stubborn so
So I’m back on stage
For my encore of a girl tour
When it rains it pours
But when in man in pain it showers
I was born the minute I kissed you but I died on the hour
Your face still lingers it’s too much
Your eyes open like gates to Heaven
It’s like when my words need crutches
The longer you away
I need you more like etcetera and such and such
No matter the brand of heart you clutchin’
Baby I’m trying to get in where I fit in
I’m trying to be the Park to your Rosa, a sit in I suppose
A man smittin’ by a catty but you still got his tongue So I’m waitin’ for it to be brought back by your kitten
The lines of my poem sound too young to be this strung If I don’t taste you soon I’m done
So, you just ain’t gonna’ call me” —
These words give me all the sweetness I could ask for…
Omari Hardwick on Love’s Withdrawl… Eric Roberson
“Gift from an old friend: “you’ve been on my mind……… Prevailing thought being, simply, I love that you are who you always saw yourself to be. Thank you for that word.. Said like only you could ;)” Priceless.. and she may never know…”
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“Collapse into me
and we’ll put all the pieces
together again.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
and we’ll put all the pieces
together again.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
