Nah it aint that
if you wanna be
real and all
you tell me to
call you on the telly
you never pick up
when I call
Change the definition
of Love
to yo' own conveyance
All that woman is
ricca monroe jazz
Dude tryna build
a relationship
ya'll say he either moving
too slow
or he moving to fast
You're still the one
the only one
top-me, number one
on toppa the stack
Don't you label me
as someone your
freinds can relate too
for real you know me better
than that
Your single freinds
act real strange
they use to smile
Said I wanna baby
now everythings changed
aint no tippin out
if you go you gone
your momma taught you
right from wrong
don'n me
to find another
I aint your freind
and I aint your other
We done vowed
our marrage bed
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the perfect wall
ode to stones
ode to stones!
best before tomorrow
best to do right now
aint no time
like the present
we can off with a WOW!
don't worry yourself
over ah-we-ah's
when the ooh wee's
makes's the point
crooning about something
that aint love
maybe the composer missed
their point
ooh be dee Do-wow do wow!
scat- dew-be do wow: do wow!
Kiss me in the moring
just love me the night before!
get it right
here come ah storm
we'll snuggle in
nice and warm
the winter season
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Written: February 05, 2021
OUR LITTLE SHOW BIZ
A Rubik's cube in his hand,
He's the master-in-command,
Posing for a photograph,
He's the one who makes us laugh,
Naughty, charming with a smile,
Cutie pie, he has no guile,
Look at him grinning at us,
Over him, we all make fuss,
This his stage of bite and chew,
All things get, his mouth into,
Jumping, playing like a pro,
Listen to him shout out, whoa!
What a handsome gift he is!
Nesar - our little show biz.
04.28.2020
Giant sneeze a tease a wheeze and a fizz.
Things are happening to Lady McDiz.
I can’t tell you why but just that it is.
You see honey it is none of your biz.
Your twenty-six questions sound like a quiz.
Excuse me, my dear, I must take a whiz.
Ask him if you want. He’ll tutter and tis.
When hearing was given, he did not get his.
If only I could buy the silence
From an antique shop
Near my heart
So close to freedom
Where all the doors are open
And doves can fly
To reach heavens
But my inner asylum
Suffocates me
The air smells like tortured flesh
Unbearable stillness
Holding a calendar of sacrifice
Over my shoulders
Those nude seconds slip
Into nowhere
My fragile faith will only be awaken
Up to the roosters first song
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