ms. moody's happy misery

there goes ms. moody

with her highs and her lows

changes shape faster than the wind blows

what lies on the inside only her soul knows
wears her heart on the outside of her clothes
a peaceful girl screaming from the inside
wavering soul hiding behind her pride
she's tired...she'd kill for some normalcy
some peace....some cease fire

she's tired...but then she's so happy

she's bubbly...giggly...silly!!

she's energy....she's energy

she's balloon popped by a needle point

she's getting high off a neo-soul joint

she's jill going up that hill to meet jack

she's two beats closer to a heart attack

she's flat...rock bottom...low...

feeling like she'd just rather die

how can a girl with wings not know how to fly?

ms. moody's making everyone miserable and sad
woke up this morning happy but goes to sleep mad

but she's glad that she's not the only one alone

there goes ms. moody with her highs and lows
there she goes...

begin..

hello world....
do you still have room for one of your forgotten sistas?
for one of your lost daughters who's slowly trying to pick up the
pieces slowly trying to walk on weak knees, trying to climb a moun-
tain with no fighting spirit. do you have time to listen to her
blues echo off the walls of her heart as she tries to hold on? seems
like they've been barriers all around this sista but hey world, don't
you miss her?

don't you wanna hear
her laughter coming through the kitchen, don't you wanna smell her
soul dancing in the streets of Manhattan, a kick ass smile lighting up
your vision, damn! you've would've sworn the sun lived in heaven. her
bright sight weaving a path her great grands would want to walk in.
metamorphosis.


when was the last time she felt something real?
how can you tell when a broken heart has been healed?
how is it that she knows how this and that feels,
truth is, she does....on a real.

she feels.

i miss her laughter the most, i miss her laughing at those corny
jokes, man, i miss who she was becoming...world, won't you let
her back in?

1817

ebony fair lady
with pins in her hair
bows politely at the suitor coming her way
care to dance? care to write to me
like they did back in the day
the Victorian era
when love was uninhibited
love was patient
love had time to grow love
was slow.

ebony fair lady
with pins in her hair
bows so lady-likely to the same suitor as he walked away
they're other men in the room she muses
"i'll have mine before the sun gets low"
and she'll revel in the thought of taking love slow
don't
forget
to
write
me.....

my mind knew.

heart beat so loud, supplying
the room with the rhythm of
the mood.......slow soft hands
find their way up my thighs
....surprise! i've been waiting
for you...wet, dripping pouring
with juice. trembling legs part
to welcome you....hello, nice to
see you.....glad we could meet
(been dreaming of this man all
week in my sleep)........slowly
penetrating my core my being
my sweet smelling with something
po-si-tive-ly glowing breathing
deelpy in my ear as we align in
perfect symmetry....toes curled
fingers digging into this brotha's
back........lips gently nibbling my
neck....."ummmm, feel good babe?
does it really?" thrusts harder
to remind me....ringing phone
goes unanswered in his shirt jack
he's where he wants to be, better
believe that and i am too as this
moment fills me....temperature rising
so fast it's scary....i saw....i conquered
i came..to nirvana. i could lie with
this man for the rest of my life but
we have to part ways before the sunlight.
so it goes, out the candles he blew last
night i cheated on you but only
in my mind....

Be.

I am Poetry
‘picture it, you and I juxtaposed’
and the like, maybe you’ve heard of me?
i have the power to evoke joy in a ripple, sadness at the same time
i have within my belly an embryo of adjectives, a handful of rhymes
when i speak i send shudders down your spine, past your behind
and i can take your breath away with just one line…
i birth words in my vocabulary grapevine
I am......Poetically inclined.

Hello, it's me, Dance
i can bring you to your feet with an Oscar worthy performance
with a contemporary flavour, an injection of funk in my stance
contorting my body in ways to wrap around your imagination's glass
just one beat can change my mood from a high to low to mid teaser
with the passion of a latin lover, so catchy i give the cold a fever
but don't stretch out your hands if you can't catch me
I am a believer in Dance choreography.

My name is Music
but my middle name is Jazz
and i can seduce you with the melodic beats my sound has
i can set the mood for some "under the sheets" type menage
and i can create in the soul a psychedelic visage, i'm that kinda
addictive music, you wanna shoot up your arm and tempt the fate
of those who listen to it just one note can move you beyond cognition
with pizazz. i am Jazz, but some called me
Musically had.

who am i?

in the limelight....

sitting there,
wishing he'd just whisper
sweet somethings in my air
words that would carry enough wind
to rustle my hair
lips close enough
i could feel him breathe
i just wish he'd kiss me
miss me caress me
i need his energy
in my atmosphere.
but instead we
just sat there
listening to that guy
play the guitar...