sex after 6.

......as my heart beat quickens and he has that look in his eye i know is it that time. that time for some soulful, some earth shattering eyes rolled to the back of my head i'm talking knees shaking, body trembling, nervous anticipation for the good loving session my man is 'bout to give me.

.....and i can't breathe, no words could ever describe this feeling as i wait for him been waiting all day longing for him. done got ma' nails did ma' hair right it's gonna be on and popping tonight, damn! do it right baby, do it tight. this feeling is frightening and exciting at the same time, my man has a rhyme and a rhythm all on his own........

.....lights out for some sex after 6 in the love zone.

rhetoric 25

what are words?
what are feelings?
what are beginnings and endings?

what is life?
what is the justification to your actions?
what are endless contradictions and coincidences?

what are secrets?
what are lies and alibis?
what does the devil look like in disguise?

what is pain?
what is this heavy feeling in my chest?
what are years of hard work and commitment?

what are memories?
what is the sound of emptiness?
what is this bellowing in my heart where the music used to be?

what was our song?
what is that look on your face?
how is it that you walk a way so easily?

what was her name again?
what are sad good-byes?
what are concrete tears when i know i am crying inside?

what is two minutes a way from yesterday?
what are sleepless nights and wasted days?
what is i love you when you find the courage to walk a way?

what am i to you?

breathe.

i am somebody

i am a song to be sung

i am a voice to be heard

i am, above all else, a spirit bird

i am a riveting story to tell

i am a bestseller waiting to be written

i am a lesson learnt the hard way

i am like a sister to Fay

i am the first grand daughter to Iris

i am a part of his wonderful conception

i am learning, growing, spiritually metamorphosing

i am the sun rising in the morning

i am the sound a baby's first cry
i am in the nervous anticipation of a father
i am in a mother's breast oozing with the food of life
i am a peace meeting in a land of strife

i am Afro-Caribbean
i am in the memory of a people who fought for freedom!
i am in the blood sweet and tears of fighting ministry
i am born out of a rich ancestry

i am soft lips waiting to be kissed

i am warm arms to enfold you

i am the present, the future, the past tense

i am the rain, the wind, i am the elements

i am somebody

i am a sweet song to be sung

i am a voice to be heard

i am, in essence, a spirit bird.

Jan (waiting)

can't you see
she's just a woman
a woman that wants you
wants to be near you
to seduce you
hear you see you smell you
be there where ever you are

can't you see
she's only human
she's a woman
a woman that needs you
feeds you bleeds you
sacrifices for you
lays her life on the line for you
just wants to love you....unconditionally
can't you see?



for Jan.

music.

music is
my soul singing
like bells ringing on a Sunday morning
after a good sermon.

uhmmmmm
like a lovers hand down my back
down to my love....sack
music is like a heart attack
cardiac arrest music makes
a home to the restless.

a wide blue ocean to a deep sea diver
music is the tongue and i'm the saliva
like a conductor to a mass choir
music is Handel's messiah, hallelujah!
can strike you like lightning and thunder
music can make you run a high fever
ye....that good.

music is
the song and i am the words
music sends chills through this lyrical song bird.

music in
rhythm, poetry and dance
music is like an Oscar worthy performance.

music can
send you totally outta control
music in the sound of my ancestors being sold
greater than any story or fable ever told
times richer than any African gold
i thought ah told.....ya!

music is silent
music is loud
music is vain
music is proud
music is modest
music is honest
music can bring back to life the Nefertiti goddess.

musics makes
no excuses for music is individual
emotional, physical, mental and spiritual
mind boggling, earth shattering, asymmetrical
music is like a new born miracle.

music in
acid jazz at a cafe on Broadway
spoken word nights on Astor Place
music while i gently sip my mocha latte
whether in a crowd or during a soliloquy
music in the veins coursing my ebony.

music is
skin deep
injects itself into your core
music is Bob Marley to Norah Jones
like that brass ensemble from Chicago.

music
adds sensuality to your character
music in a daughter's devotion to a mother
wider, deeper, bluer than the ocean's waters
music is in the heart of her laughter.

chance encounters

heart stopped!

as she laced a track that sounded so familiar
thoughts racing through my head
pinch me, i must be sleeping
yea, i must be dreaming
'she didn't just say what i think she said?'

it was only a matter of time before our worlds collided.

like i was in the twilight zone
thinking 'is she kidding?'
should i feel....complimented?
oh right, i just got punk'd punch drunk black eye
shaken to my core, moved by a tremor of words.

looking for her at half-time
to find hmmmm......'peace of mind?'
as i'd heard something that sounded like mine, something familiar
naw, couldn't be, she has her own rhymes
her own style and i'm sure they could stretch for 'miles'

still
didn't see her
but if i did i would've said

"hey that first piece you did was wicked!".