daily bread

you came along

awoken a soul

that was sleeping

yet dreaming a song

with the courage now to recite the words

listening to the tune of the humming bird

transforming my thoughts to spoken word

i am music

i've become that jazz

of b.b. king and norah jones

the rhythm of that brass ensemble from Chicago

bluesin' to their rebelliously unique flow

all day

comfortable in my own skin

better now from the outside in

still a winner even if in last place

when i thought what i needed was space

you came along

awoken a soul

that was sleeping

yet living a song

with the courage now to recite the words

listening to the tune of the humming bird

transforming my thoughts to spoken word

i am music.

i've become that neo-soul

like lauryn and jill, outta control

exclusively

fear no longer crippling my body

FREE! so alive and free, even if i sing out of key

or aloud, in a crowd, along with the radio

you sway to the sounds of morcheeba with me

just when i felt like i could no longer breathe

you came

awoken a soul

that was sleeping

yet breathing through your spirit song

all along.......

SWERVE! (on breaking the learning curve)

It's hard
But worth a try
Seeing you differently
You're accustomed to so many games
It's like embedded in your psyche
But check it
With me
Games are best left in primary
Just gotta keep it real always
And I'll hold you down indefinitely
So no rush homie
I'm a grown woman
You're now kicking it son with the dopest ethiopian
Take your time, let it take you slowly
Listen attentively
As I give you some re-education therapy.

serendipity

i wasn't looking for you
yet you're here
and now i'm drunk off the love you give
and i dance in the shades of our canopy
i've been waiting for a man like you
patiently
didn't want you to come unto me
till you were ready
and yet you found your way here
beautiful
and now i'm enveloped in your melody
and so hungry for the
possibility.

disconnected

i feel it
every minute
of everyday
won't go away
constantly thinking
analyzing
dissecting
every atom of my being
(like a machine always churning)
i have
no choice
no voice
to speak to you
it's like
i care
but i feel
like i'm losing focus
of the true us
(something inescapable)
and what is
meant to be
feel me?
no clear thoughts
it's strange
foreign
this feeling
but i can't
let go
i know i know
talking in circles
and just like that
nothing
so lost in thought
i forgot
that i was thinking