Burning Bushes Show on WLVS Radio - The Live Mixtape

Poet B. Lee performs alongside Him Downstrz,  J. Reed, Digaveli and more on The Live Mixtape edition of the Burning Bushes Radio on WLVS Radio Show on 5/4/2012.

The Burning Bushes Radio Show - Live Mixtape 5/4/2012

Poet B. Lee Features at Curls, Coils and Conversation: Busboys and Poets DC

Check out Poet B. Lee's performance at 'Curls, Coils and Conversation' May 5, 2012.

http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/22381354

Last Year

 

I have memories made from lessons already learned

So my Freedom’s freedom was fought hard for and earned

When I was struggling…

When I was going through a hard time…

When it was so obvious to everyone except for me

I leaned on you; I thought that I could rely on you

But you showed me that I had no reason to

Who knew you would be my Enemy?

Burned by weak bitches masquerading as friends to me

Revealed vulnerabilities to ones who said they would be here for me – shield for me

Stand on the line – her sword she’d wield for me, but

I don’t miss her- I miss what she was supposed to represent

You wondered why they’d talk about you

I wondered why they talked about you

But then it became clear that you were the problem

You were the problem that you could not understand

All these problems with other people, pretending to know not how to solve them

When you were nucleus at the heart of all of your issues revolving

No wonder you are a product of ill thought

Tongue laden with double entendres with your bi-polar heart

So glad ways we did part

So I left you in last year

And I shed not one tear

I just picked up my pencil and erased you

I erased you because I refuse to chase your friendship

And I know you wonder

God tells me of how you wonder about me

Rummaging through an electronic version of life

Trying to gain glimpses of my rebirth into my birth right

Misinterpreting revelations and hoping someone has remembered You

Wanting so desperately for something to be about you

Emotionally needy,

Sitting over there seething

but pretending to be completely…

Content

I looked into your eyes, and could tell something wasn’t right

You would hide behind verses then go and do the most devilish of deeds in the night

I judge not ; sweetheart do what makes you happy

But know that every seed you sow will burst from the earth aptly--

prepared to return to you all the trifles you have laid bare

I hope you grow

But time has showed me that growth is a choice

And those in denial remain stunted until catapulted into it

If every they get to it – and through it

Age and wisdom are not automatically equated

I am just glad that I decided to walk away from the shaded

Fake and jaded friend that you were

I am sure that you are wreaking havoc in someone else’s life’

Talking about everyone to everyone

Painting deep pictures to cover your shallow depths

But I have laid the childish things to rest

Which is why I left you

In last year

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Breaking Bread: Feast of Hearts

I fear that I may be left with my doors askew


Dont ask about hours of operation

I wont mention the elation

from the deliberation resulting in exaultation

from the way we communicate



If I were to reach out every time he walked across my mind

untying ribbons upon my sturdy oak trees

White, yellow pink

Blown across a sky that refueses to be blue

So I will let it be purple, with pink hues

before I return to an Orange moon

Hoping he sees me as I am

Heart on sleeve

Lock and key

Would I be... desired

In presence or essence, thought of so intently

that memories of me have you smelling the remnants

of my Queendom in your nostrils

despite days between



His company desired, hopin one day he will return

the Love I thrust with no Lust

Only open honesty

hoping one day someone will fall for me

when it be

between Myself and my Weakness

That is Him



I need what I should not, and I often

want what does not reciprocate

the same way I demonstrate

But I will give with no expectation

because I do so from my heart

Truth hurts and hard times on this slice of pie

but that in itself is life- no earthly thing can vanquish this light

Given me from Jah- always go farTo let those that are in my heart know

no one can play their part

and I will part

pages with words divided by lines that come between us

until we are

united in hapiness and laughter

breaking bread uponn tables

that are no longer turning...



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