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It’s something along the lines of a foreign exchange of my day and night.

This daykeeper entitles me to love such a tune sweeter than you.

My music is me, providing a division of joy, having me dream of Phonte as J*DaVey forms a lust and longing.

A craving that devours each lobe of mind matter and mass strategically.

The hunger intensifies as I dig deeper searching for the roots that are deeply implanted ready to begin act too and break you off with a new Dilla ideology with it’s sensible qualities.

Penetration is needed, Mos Def, to understand the modern marvels which dwell in the panties.

You don’t believe me, check and see what my Umi says.

Slide into its bed with shaking legs and anticipate to have all 88 keys stroked.

Trust, you’ll find the pleasure in it no matter where it travels.

Whether it be Ms. East or Mr. West the amazing sensation will create an addiction that will please all night and have you singing all day

good morning… good morning love, the legend, the evolver helps to comfort last night’s bizarre escapades.

The air softens, the hunger is soothed as Dwele croons I get a kick out of youuuuuuu

Honest Kiss... Lips that Lie

Though distance separates physically, that mental attraction that you

provide keeps me warm at night. So as I sit here and type with you on my

mind I'll use your words to compose a quilt of feelings that wraps me in

those things that make up you.... because to be engulfed by you is better

than any kiss that can be pressed against my lips at this very moment in

time. I'd rather wait for an honest kiss than to be hushed with lips that lie

For those lips that lie have left their trace once upon a time

They presented false desires and open-ended gifts of nothingness

The presence of honesty was as rare as it was obvious

For its lack was known but the absence of it left a wanting in the mist

Honesty… what exactly does this word mean?

Is it something that will remain unknown to me?

I seek and I search trying to find those valid words

But they often appear to me in words that are unheard

An honest kiss would be knowledge that grabs my attention

Luring me in caressing my thoughts, helping me release all tension

Provoking temptations leaving a longing for more

Providing a wanting for something that most only wish they could know

So as times passes and this lips come along

Will the result be an honest kiss or lips that lie and steer wrong

Untitled

The pieces begin to shuffle as the scattered clumps form

Shifting and rearranging repairing a mess that consisted of torn

Nonsense and nothingness that was condensed into this

This before it

It looks upon this mess

It confessed but yet it still was not addressed

Stupidity and inadequacy causes it to retreat

It sees this steaming clutter of nonentity

This clutter pumps blue but runs red

Smearing it’s content over all that it dreads

Does this clutter not know what it really is?

It is not this… this is not it?

It’s loves do not consist of this

Balls and gloves… I think not

Composing, playing and rhyming… I think a lot

Random facts, sarcastic acts

Anime for breakfast, o fasho that keeps it intact

It reacts to what is real and not what is just facts

It dreams, It sores

It wonders and becomes nervous… yet it will explore

Its comfort is darkness and its pen

It writes, plays and thinks as it begins

If it is caressed above the ears but below the sky

It becomes gentle at heart and soft at the eye

To lay is to talk; to talk is to be silent

To listen to a beat is to speak silently

It’s ears open to these things to it that are thought highly

It hides behind its thoughts

It leaves what has been sought

If it could change this clutter would it finally dispose of this?

Would this clutter continue to exist?

For this clutter before it knows not this of it

Yet this clutter is now forever apart of it