love:evolving (it's in the way you are)

i don't know why
it's not a taste or a sound
it's in that empty feeling when you're not around

i can't describe it
in an email or letter
it's in the me just wanting to always know you better

i guess it's the small things
done between us everyday
the pain when i feel angry or the magnetism that makes me stay

it's not a smell
it's not a taste or a sound
it's that 'lonely but in a crowded room feeling' when you can't be found

no words
no expressions, folktales or phrases
no nouns, adverbs could possibly describe the way it is

for it's in the air
that blows through the trees
it's in me always staying when i know i should leave

i just don't know why
for it's not a taste or a sound
it's in the quiet recognition of the thing i've found....

in you.

that love......

that wakes you early in the morning
makes you smile while sitting on the train, just thinking
that makes your heart pulse with nervous anticipation
or relax gently with some soothing conversation
that makes you check and re-check the phone volume
that brings colour illuminating any dark room
yeah, the kind that can knock you out like Mayweather
yet make the heart float, light as a feather
you know what i'm talking bout sistas
will I?

that makes it 'coppa to share your last scoop of ice-cream
that at one moment makes you laugh, scream, steam, dream
the kind that makes you wonder how you've been living without
that you think on non-stop and brag to your girlfriends about
the kind that for no reason makes you wanna sing
songs of happiness and euphoria from the soul within
and gives you that skin that shines on the outside
with the power to break open the shell enclosing your pride
ye, the kind deserving of your mother
will I?

that makes you move and groove without any music
that made you write and re-write this script, call it 'writing music'
man, the kind that is sung on by my soul sistas from Philly
and the brothas that drop it like the 'ahjustwantyoutoluvme'
that made you from the inside wanna be a better spirit
that made you not only believe but live it!
that doesn't mind the face looking back in the reflection
that's found a being with just as many imperfections
acceptance of who i am an ultimately will be
my beautiful, kind hearted brother dressed in mahogany
have we?

musings music (part I)

mr. love walked through the door in some baggy khakis
you know, the ones hanging past your knees
and i caught wind of his air.
in that moment time was suspended, light bended
the sun eclipsed the moon, boom!!! fireworks
right then, the connection was sealed
mr. love had me on my knees

he sauntered over to the bar
"what will it be guy?"
"the usual" was his reply
i started making my mental cues
hmmmm, he likes the vodka neat, no ice cubes
my eyes peeled to the back of his head, listening
i was getting drunker every minute merely by the sight of him

"i could use a home cooked meal" he said
instantly my mind envisioned the perfect spread
of him and I breaking bread over dinner
that is, after i worked up the courage to get his number

i guess he could feel the heat coming in from behind
as he looked back and my eyes caught his catching mine
his lips parted, "hi" he said softly
alls i could muster up was a"who me?"
haha, he smiled in this confidant guile
a grown woman reduced to a stuttering child
with all the courage i had i finally replied
"i've been watching your stance from across the distance and i must admit i'm entranced. so come on over, have a drink and some convos, at the end of the night i'll have you (aroused, i thought to myself) hmmm, i'll have you wrapped around my fingers and toes"

phew! he laughed out loud at my corny joke
walked over to my side and we talked and talked till the sun drew high,
I, was falling.

on my wedding day

i want sweaty palms
and underarms
i wanna miss breakfast
'scuze me, but i might be kinda nervous
anxiously waiting to walk down the aisles of forever.

i want my beautiful mother there by my side
beaming with pride,
at a daughter she never thought would
learn to grow up
and i want my father
with tears in his eyes over a little girl
he finally has to let go.

i want my girlfriends to fuss around me
massage my feet if need be
that is, if they can catch me
man, i'll probably
be hustling and bustling around
on my wedding day.

i want a congregation filled with my family
and extended family
friends and neighbours, brothers and sisters
people on whom i have depended once and a while
who have helped shape this ingenue into this
ever blushing bride

and i really want
when i walk down that aisle
all eyes on me
while my eyes are only on -
the father of my future child
future husband to this ever blushing bride
my best friend, lover, parallel soul
as we prepare for forever, together
one day at a time.




(oh my wedding day will just be do super!!!!! will you be there?)