freestyle mondays

so a hobby of mine is making up little ditty's to instrumentals. i usually record them on my cell phone or some small little voice recorder/mp3 player. no fancy technology. you can hear clicks and scratches in the background. and i like it that way. i'm not sure whats making me want to share these - but what the hell. i got dirty stanky love for downbeat instrumentals. these songs are usually about a minute long cuz i'm making them up as i go. they're usually less than prolific but they seem always capture exactly what i'm feeling at the moment.

so i'm satisfied.


sometimes.

not sure where i got the music from (which sucks)




i wish there was a song for what i'm going thru
i wish i could open up to find you somewhere deep inside my soul


the second one is

down.
music is from nightmare on wax - passions







i wrote a million songs for you
i spoke a billion poems for you
my fingers roamed the places
that your love complicated
i stroked a zillion locs for you
i cloaked a gillion clocks for you
i'm sitting hungry waiting
for your participation
cuz my love is down...

Inspiration

"...And if I

if I ever let love go

because the hatred and the whisperings

become a phantom dictate I o-

bey in lieu of impulse and realities

(the blossoming flamingos of my

wild mimosa trees)

then let love freeze me

out."

- junejordan

I Must Become A Menace to My Enemies

she who knows nina

to
feel the lips
of she
who sings
nina
would be soul
clenching
to hold the
hand of she
who ignores
rules at the musuem
to feel the edges
of
kahlos painting
just to say she
knows her
would create and explosion
to puddle the eyes
of she who
reads
nikki/nikky
would puddy my heart
but now i
hold hand
of she who
knows none
of my favorites
and thats
the way
it always is.

cake batter bowls

if love was enough
we'd be real good
like cake batter bowls
and index fingers
red zingers
with creamy insides
milky ways
and juicy thighs
but love don't pay the rent
just make it higher
passion don't watch the kids
just ignites the fire
and i feel the blaze
we have burned on down
Cuz this love just ain't enough
but its still good
real good.

on revolution.

on revolution.

i ain't no revolutionary.
just this sunday my hands
were too cold
& i littered
on some west philly block
where gentrification comes as certain
as white privilege

i stay where the johnsons used to live

i ain't no revolutionary.
just the other day
while on the bus
i sat
when grandmother came on
bags clenched to her hanging bosom
i looked the other way
cuz my feet were tired.
from a light days work.
and shamed my bigmama

i ain't no revolutionary.
just last week
i still had love
despite that sunday
when she grabbed me from behind
and bent my soul in foreign places
strangled my neck
with familiar traces
of 'but baby i love you'

i ain't no revolutionary
ever single day
i cloak myself
with the masters tool
- disassemble myself
to shine his feet
do a jig to get a penny
& leave my baby with the crocodile dile dile.

I ain't no revolutionary
fist been stuck deep in my jeans
fight been stifled to a distant scream
i am Soulless &
empty at the seam.
left my dreams to wilt
with the willows
i weep
in a jungle
with a banana around my hips.

Beautiful Blossom : Aziza

the growling
swelling negligence
of yearning.
the absence of will.
the powerlessness
of purchase
salivation
at advertisements
for goods
- commercialized supply
& unmet demand.
opening of doors
to vast emptiness
cooled insipid air
ketchup stains
greasy rings
& unfilled jars.
sauce and spices
without objective
blossoming vacancies
bottomless pit
crescendo of longing
flourishing appetence
swollen with starvation
she is familiar with hunger.

old bones

dissect
my heart
and you'll
find not
one trace of
your imperalist touch
my swinging beat
will slow
not from
the cupping of the pendulum
by your pale hands
but by Amma
who returns me
back to the sea
and maybe
lift me to the sky
or
to meet me
with the atlantic
i choose to sink to the bottom
where no one has
looked for bones
cept to place in some
glass box
where blue eyes
can gaze, souless
for admission
of $21.75.