Mona Lisa

sometimes I don't even know why I open the page
pen moving with no intention other than to undress
the air was colder than usual exhalations stained with thought seen easy
open the mind induced when love was breathed into the air
cigarette smoke eases withdrawing from the smell of her hair

i don't even know what s/he looks like but i still speak
s/he responds everytime jazz as the needle missionaries wax
phone bells wake my sleeping casablanca hoping it gives me a reason to take my pants off
paint on the bottom of her feet as lunatics interpret the meaning of where she travels
there's art in how she moves and it grabs Mona Lisa's attention realizing intention in her fake smile
open your mouth and you will be remembered forever

Green Eyes

my love my brown skin french undertone mr. jones on the corner of 5th just wants to know what's underskirt green eyed love

i try to catch you every tuesday to catch your rare herbs and the symphony it plays to my spirit after your weekly routine of ignoring Nancy.youreyeslooklikepuddles

unlock my chest so I could join you on the end of Philly and breath love and my perfect president in the air

early morning inspirations for rape in a tall glass with bubbles brewed you know how to remind them about Saturday morning pancakes before they do it

sometimes there's no one in theater to see the jazz from your seat as you watch Casablanca reasons to order the same candy each time

i've watched you seduce ghosts naked because you liked the fabric of their white sheets and left them weeping when they realized you weren't there for them

A Strange Arrangement

midnight strolls for strung out beatniks 

looking into puddles
counting every face that left in the morning 

before breakfast
tearful interpretations of billie 

and however many times they
changed their minds because they realized how heavy a bag
full of books really were

ain't no reason to pack light

    when experiencing violet for the
first time we ever chose to dance for rain 

the way we did when 

we
all once were hoping jazz wouldn't cease to play 

at the same time

every thursday 

after lost attempts of 

seducing waitresses to sing
us their best song

nobody ever told him 

all he must hold onto 

as he said goodbye to carvings in the tree he gazed at 

  until she would come to offer

fabric from her most softest of sweaters 

she wore 

not caring 

what
the people say or if jesus wept

 when he easily guided them to
salvation 

before all apologies 

were mentioned to distract marchers
to freedom when they caught flashback 

of that one night they decided
to share their bed 

and forget what they were named

A Strange Arrangement

Word to travelers who found humble beginnings in red jackets

Cinderella Fella

leftover stains of passing summer's rhythm seen in yellow autumn leaves
memories of honey soaked lady blue as you walk on sidewalks once seduced
by jazz and hipsters who sought after children of war still interested in candy
who haven't walked too far down hell's steps to still remember what it felt like
when warmth wasn't torture and nothing felt more heavenly than to sin with
foxy brown on Thursday nights after tasting the end of chocolate aphro-hypno
and a need to understand why Miles was so inspired by champagne blamed bruises
and rouge lips as the of author d'evils once said so charasmatic during hazy day sunlit

Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)

sound off for a minute: following isn't dedicated to anyone specific.

For all Noah's who've lost wisdom...

lately i've been feeling completely disregarded by the most powerful yet manipulative feeling merriam defines as love

i feel a little less love from my parents, i'm trying to figure out whether or not i'm loved by my friends, but none of that mattered until i lost love from her

and it hurts how she's still apart of me and it's impossible for me to let her go because the oxygen in my lungs still has traces of the life s/he breathed into me during our first kiss

one seed was planted into two hearts which grew into a love that connected us as one

i wanted to study every tear that ran down her cheek, not only to nurture her sadness but also so i could see the world through her eyes

and all i really desired from her was to walk with me, talk with me, and hold my right hand so when i pledged allegiance to her, it was with an open heart

and all those times i whispered something into her ear that was really my imagination wandering hoping to find it's way home within her

and if i could i would drink the wine of her blood so that apart of her would always flow through me and she would have faith when i say she defined my existence

but all that's gone now

one morning i thought i had witnessed the creep up the mountain top, but then i realized i had come across her waking eyes, i miss it

everyone else is just bunch of mindless albino kids who don't know how to handle her love and run away with ghosts at dawn

suicide is on my mind not to end my life but to be reincarnated into another being finally be able to love her again through them reborn

word to esther phillips

The Savoy Lessons

lonely broken hearts don't have to make excuses for midnight pancakes
his favorite diner just makes em' so well after hazy walks blue digging
fly jazzy jive isn't here for her coffee like tuesday's last asking him for cigarettes
he handed em' to her holding seconds hoping for minutes till his dessert came
sugar substitute foxy brown is kind of like ice cream the way cold melts away
she brings him to his sunday's best without having to seduce jesus for convince
only seconds for effect of memories of his favorite jazz groove drunk father time
no need to consider undergarment size he won't get that far till her charm rapes
it's okay after eggs and pie honey walked away 3 days ago he'll take anything sweet.hetero
$5 to culture cypher and the encore of late night television reflection of how her hair smelled


dedicated to man who built pyramids

Sketches of Spain

the rediscovery of the key to hell's back door in your pocket
the only reason you consider is because the bed is comfortable

observing the lynching of your brother interpreting joy & pain
now i know why jesus bled with a smile

lonliness dwells in warm places and only expresses itself when there's no light
don't blame him for his erection underneath the sheets after you've been gone for so long

strung out with a gun out fully unloaded
it helps for dramatic effect when he attempts shakespeare

jazz has found it's way to be heard once again
Hallucinating 7 steps to San Francisco for the sake of hearing her one last time

even the most charming and manipulative of snakes from the garden have been fooled by big breasts
ate the fruit he's been tempting others for so long and realizes why sugar is so addictive

... He likes to shoot his gun

lost and forced language in the middle of transition
the search for midnight delights as the leaves turn yellow
past the point where lovers reconsider walking seperate
pages filled with attempts to reinvigorate bruised fruit
acoustic songs and memories of miles first attempting bitches

if only we talked two months ago before hollywood came
it's not too late to return back to white after mexico gold
mumbling for streams hoping sources of flow come back
keep the subtitles and vails over stylish ways to death
base is gone and there's no need to look when it's you

i don't give a fuck anymore about making cents.sense
just turn it back off again so her ghost can keep me company

striving for culture in the midst

Make Me Wanna Holla'

dusted vinyl's still play yet you feel like something's different

12"of sanity revolutions for scholars drawing chains that

aren't even really there but muscle from the escape has

you feeling like there's something that needs lifting

lovers fear showers because they appreciate color left behind

by lipstick which bring memories of blue when jazz finally

decided to introduce itself after a few shots of foxy brown

playing the same songs over and over again make you feel

like happiness is something strived for even though you

felt like nothing could be better than the lit end of havana

let the honey drip on it's own without the help of lonely

femme fatales trying to take advantage of how much you

love your mother

What Huey was saying, What Assata was saying,

What Sundiata was saying... What Rodney bled for,

What Mumia is contained for, what Bruce fought for,

what Martin marched for, is what Laurence Powell

tried to hide, what Stacey Koon tried to hide, what

James Earl was hired to kill is what Leprechauns

have realized: There is gold at the end of all colors combined.

check the script as you and ya god's get it ripped

blunts and fifth 40 dogs to the lips