For the pushin`.

If and only if.

Taken... Well, that's too bad
I wanted one I couldn't have
If there was an opportunity
of you and me,
I'd gladly be
your everything.


-WIP.

The Bucket List

Things I'd like to do before I, you know, kick the bucket.

@CH0C0LAT3_HiiGH convinced me a while ago to actually create my list. It will probably grow longer as time goes by. Some of these things may seem ultra simple. But hey, it's my bucket list. Go roller skating. Eat at Hooters. Own a motorcycle. Learn how to surf. Stay at a Four Seasons. Meet Erykah Badu. Speak fluent Japanese. Attend the Olympics. Own a home. Buy California Raisins in California. Squeeze orange juice in Florida. Hang glide. Go on a hot air balloon ride. Visit Tokyo Disney. Collect a "dollar" in every currency. Journey to the motherland. Bring someone home to my parents. Master an instrument. Body art from Miya Bailey. See an opera in Italy. Lead several major community service projects. Run a marathon. Make an appearance in a major motion picture.

Oh, mother of mine.

Happy birthday to the one that birthed me.

l o v e. 4/8.

Pray, eat, s l e e p.

I love sleeping.
It's one of my favorite things to do.
It's up there with praying
and eating good food.
Why do I like sleep so much? Well, besides being well rested,
I'm in it for the dreams. For me, it's like a free vacation.
I can get away, without the expenses.
I'm free to explore my own mind.
No limits. All mine.
No axe. Just hands for these mountains I'll climb.
No critics. No lines.
Just I
and my
happy ending
Escape the prison of reality.
Don't wake me.
I'd rather be
sleeping
that way I'd be
dreaming.

What's your history?

These $$$$ is after you.
I mean, bus loads of fans coming through

make it damn near impossible
to get on the a v e nue.
So, I'll just roam these streets
with high hopes of meeting
the Mr. Reid.
Solving the mystery

of the man behind the cam.

The man without the fans.
The one who's pictures aren't just pictures.
They are visions of your vision.
Your life through your eyes.
I want to see how you're living.
I want to feel how you're feeling.
I want to know what you're thinking.

He, I'd be so pleased to meet.
What's your history Mr. Reid?

Where did the time go?

@10ToesCoolin @sSUupreme @ZionThe3rd

Twitter Love

She was my Twitter love.
Witty tweets, Twitter kisses, and Twitter hugs.
She was always on my mind.
Stay waiting on her replies.
There was no one realer
than this love I found on Twitter.
I was so impressed
by the way she likes to dress
and the ideas she composed with 140 characters... or less.
Believe me when I say
that I'll never forget the day
when I first saw her and we kicked it.
She was down. I was with it.
Her hair, I twisted.
Her thick lips, I kissed them.
The others, I licked them.
Emotions, they shifted.
They distance, it killed us.
Her past presented
itself.
Not so good for my health.
Literally made me sick.
Stomach on gymnastics
with full splits and back flips.
Suspicions, they crept in.
Insecurity on incline. Jealousy, it sank in.
Blocked on Facebook. That's nothing no biggie.
Then, I knew it was over. Unfollowed no tweets. See
there were no more witty tweets, Twitter kisses, or Twitter hugs.
That was the moment that I lost my Twitter love.