Sit back, relax and receive this mental orgasm reserved just for You
This Diva Poetess has never been so true
Never through-- still in tune
I define 'Make it do what it do'
Don't resist the desire to be pulled straight through
My Thoughts; I promised myself this package I'd deliver
And once I have finished, your legs will shake with after tremors
What a dilemma
Not wanting to read more, yet your eyes are glued to my prose
Your mental erection is a reminder of the right path I chose
Let it go, as I flow into your mind like menstruation
Listening to my Beat, nothing now can break my concentration
Mental elation, followed by each sentence's punctuation
And no one can take my gift that is My God's creation
The Surprise is already here, this metaphor I ride so deep
My words will recreate themselves in your dreams while you sleep
I spread my Mind's Eye wide, ready to receive this gift
No matter what challenges face me, these lyrics I will always spit
Don't forget-- this was in me long before I resurrected
Trials and tribulation had me feeling so dejected
And I let it shut me down
But with this gift I'll resound
Guaranteed to leave My mark on this world, nothing short of profound
The place is here, the time is now that I have chosen to reclaim my crown
Allow my words to seep deep, and receive this unique creation
Because there is no way you can turn down this Open Invitation.
BLF 3/30/2009 ©
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Beat
Following the beat of my heart in my chest
I know its past time for me to put my worries to rest
Need to stop being concerned with those outside voices
Because my slate will reflect all of MY life choices
Voices, they keep telling me who I am going to Be
When I know that all of this is left up to me
Ultimately
I don't have to know where I'll end up
And I don't have to know where to start
Cuz I will be more than good
Just following the beat of my own heart
Melodies pour from my soul, and no one has realized
But I have stopped searching for recognition of others of my real prize
Constant comparison of plums to grapes
The only thing that matters is that they both have a taste
Flavor; yes each has its own unique blend
And as long as my praises up to him I send
He will renew me still, helping me stand yet again
And though I stand strong
I still may weep
But at least I remain true to myself while following my own heart's beat
This journey on Earth will be over before you know it
And I have already let too many years roll by, but I refuse to just blow it
Imma show it, help grow it, and put my love on Front Street
Confident ME is what you see as I follow my own heart beat
Gotta showcase this shit-- like Weezy let the beat build
And many grow restless as my inner peace makes me still
But ignoring this beast inside would be certain defeat
Now that I have learned to listen to my heart's beat
My heart beats because my God has willed to be
Just like the wheels in motion of my mind that beg to be set free
I have opened my eyes to see, my ears hear the music so sweet
Dayum I love the sound of my own Heart Beat.
I AM FREE
BLF 3/29/2009 ©
I know its past time for me to put my worries to rest
Need to stop being concerned with those outside voices
Because my slate will reflect all of MY life choices
Voices, they keep telling me who I am going to Be
When I know that all of this is left up to me
Ultimately
I don't have to know where I'll end up
And I don't have to know where to start
Cuz I will be more than good
Just following the beat of my own heart
Melodies pour from my soul, and no one has realized
But I have stopped searching for recognition of others of my real prize
Constant comparison of plums to grapes
The only thing that matters is that they both have a taste
Flavor; yes each has its own unique blend
And as long as my praises up to him I send
He will renew me still, helping me stand yet again
And though I stand strong
I still may weep
But at least I remain true to myself while following my own heart's beat
This journey on Earth will be over before you know it
And I have already let too many years roll by, but I refuse to just blow it
Imma show it, help grow it, and put my love on Front Street
Confident ME is what you see as I follow my own heart beat
Gotta showcase this shit-- like Weezy let the beat build
And many grow restless as my inner peace makes me still
But ignoring this beast inside would be certain defeat
Now that I have learned to listen to my heart's beat
My heart beats because my God has willed to be
Just like the wheels in motion of my mind that beg to be set free
I have opened my eyes to see, my ears hear the music so sweet
Dayum I love the sound of my own Heart Beat.
I AM FREE
BLF 3/29/2009 ©
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Dream Hints on Sunday
Sunday morning is proving to be the best day of the week; its the final day of relaxation before preparing to enter the work week, and it is also the first day of a new week. Sundays always are filled with much to do, but despite much lack of sleep over the course of the past few days, I still feel restless as I lie between the plush comforter of my king-sized bed beside my comatose lover. So up I go.
I am staying devoted to my cause (Money cyan't change Me...me a money changa--this is how I get motivated) and though I would love to be eating some bacon and eggs this morning with my coffee, I am instead getting full of nourishment provided through this pen therapy.
I had the most stupid dream (as always-- they never seem to make sense) this morning, and of course it was about me starting my new job tomorrow. For some reason, I am on the Metro, and I got off ONE stop before my destination (why? the hell if I know). So, when I get off the train, the platforms are crowded, and the exit I took was sort of like the exit in L'Enfant Plaza-- in the sense that you can get off and pretty much walk directly into a building with stores. The difference here was there was a food court at the bottom, and instead of retail stores being upstairs on the other levels, there were offices. So, I get off and I am walking into all of these offices, and random people are giving me work to do, trying to hand me papers and tell me where to go-- all the while I just am trying to find my way out (lol). So I am rushing through the offices, trying to get outside to the street so I can walk the rest of the way to my destination. Well, by the time I made it to the street, I saw a clock on the building of a bank and I was an hour and forty five minutes late on my first day; and I had no cell phone or money to make a phone call of the unexpected delay. Ironic how the mind likes to push your fears or concerns to the forefront of your mind while not conscious. That's the enemy, and what a pussy ass move. But I aint goin to lie; Imma wake my ass up extra early tomorrow to mitigate that possibility.
Despite the silly dreams, when conscious, I could not stop thinking about ideas for my blog (what is my bloggin problem??) I thought it would be cool do do a video blog maybe once a week, which could include teasers of my work. The only way to get my work out there is to stop being so concerned about the reaction. Its ass-damn-backwards and re-damn-diculous (so creative with the profanity) to entertain the reaction from others before I even do the work, feel me? So, I am going to notify all my people about my blog and try to use this as a platform for feedback.
If you are reading this, stick with me. And if you have subscribed-- much thanks for the support. Feel free to say what you like because I always will.
Stay tuned...because I am in love with my radio...
BLF 3/15/09 ©
I am staying devoted to my cause (Money cyan't change Me...me a money changa--this is how I get motivated) and though I would love to be eating some bacon and eggs this morning with my coffee, I am instead getting full of nourishment provided through this pen therapy.
I had the most stupid dream (as always-- they never seem to make sense) this morning, and of course it was about me starting my new job tomorrow. For some reason, I am on the Metro, and I got off ONE stop before my destination (why? the hell if I know). So, when I get off the train, the platforms are crowded, and the exit I took was sort of like the exit in L'Enfant Plaza-- in the sense that you can get off and pretty much walk directly into a building with stores. The difference here was there was a food court at the bottom, and instead of retail stores being upstairs on the other levels, there were offices. So, I get off and I am walking into all of these offices, and random people are giving me work to do, trying to hand me papers and tell me where to go-- all the while I just am trying to find my way out (lol). So I am rushing through the offices, trying to get outside to the street so I can walk the rest of the way to my destination. Well, by the time I made it to the street, I saw a clock on the building of a bank and I was an hour and forty five minutes late on my first day; and I had no cell phone or money to make a phone call of the unexpected delay. Ironic how the mind likes to push your fears or concerns to the forefront of your mind while not conscious. That's the enemy, and what a pussy ass move. But I aint goin to lie; Imma wake my ass up extra early tomorrow to mitigate that possibility.
Despite the silly dreams, when conscious, I could not stop thinking about ideas for my blog (what is my bloggin problem??) I thought it would be cool do do a video blog maybe once a week, which could include teasers of my work. The only way to get my work out there is to stop being so concerned about the reaction. Its ass-damn-backwards and re-damn-diculous (so creative with the profanity) to entertain the reaction from others before I even do the work, feel me? So, I am going to notify all my people about my blog and try to use this as a platform for feedback.
If you are reading this, stick with me. And if you have subscribed-- much thanks for the support. Feel free to say what you like because I always will.
Stay tuned...because I am in love with my radio...
BLF 3/15/09 ©
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