Friday, April 22, 2011

What I'm Crushin On: Anna Lula





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Monday, April 11, 2011

For the love of it

Money isn't everything
but neither is integrity

I recommend you weigh both on a scale fabricated solely from shards of your soul
 or on this question "What would your parents think?"

some day
there will be a diamond in your hands
made from sweat and tears alone

there will be a chain around your neck thin enough
to make you think you are free
thick enough to keep you in one place

with one person
with one thing

then there will be another question for you to answer

what is easier than fitting a camel through the eye of a needle?

confessions of a brickhouse

With only a look
I took
more than half his riches

I took his estate without his name

from the mouth of his children's children he gave

I inherited more than my portion


my skin dusted with gold
hematite eyes over opal
lips coated with a saccharine 
I have words that draw laughter from the driest of spirit

He spent less in wine
less in oil
less in clean water

There is no thirst greater to him
asleep
awake
he chases me

transformed by me
renewed
Open mouth for the sap I drip

I gave nothing and gained his world

Fatty Poems: Daddy's Bitch

 
I seent her the other day

she usually

chest out, waist in

legs thin at the bottom and big at the top

she is  more "red lipstick" than Momma

She is like Granny says "5 cent hooker"

Wears stockings with a bunch of holes in 'em

She could probably catch fish in 'em

But she only catches  bunch of whistles in 'em

She's more "wild hair" than Momma

like she been swept up in a tornado

She's a whole lotta rain and then no rainbow

Daddy's bitch

Laughs wild and wicked

Showing off like last flower on the bush hoping that somebody pick it

But like I said I seent her the other day

her head was down

her belly was fat

her hair was pulled back

she look like Momma now

she changed



written by Marika May

he was like gold in your hands...

he still lives in my poems like the tale of God lived in those dead sea scrolls


i have to hold on to the shreds of that day when it was raining slightly and we rode in your BMW to your house and your mother wasn't home and we stopped at the gas station and the bank on the way  and I waited in the car and when you got back in we talked about your girlfriend and how beautiful you thought she was but she went to school up North, and you asked me to help you wash your dreads but we made out for so long that we ran out of time and you had to take me home instead.


I hold on to the shards of the day I first saw you and your aura beamed orange with flecks of gold and I always knew you were an angel. everyone around you was muddied brown and green, they were the earth and you were the sun. warmth and light, you were warmth and light that i never knew in my home. or the place where i lived at that time.

I hold to the lint of the yesterday when you picked me up in that same BMW that you told me you really loved. I fondled your new business card with the angel on it and you told me that you were going to be a star and I thought you were already a star, now I look up and know that you are a star. That same day we saw some funny movie at a movie theater. I cant help but to think about you every time I pass that movie theater
And we kissed there in the dark and touched each other like we would know each other for years to come.

Im holding the edges of that same day when instead of going straight home we sat by the edge of a little pond and told each other secrets and you told me to stay happy and i hugged you and listened contently to your heartbeat through your chest and i can still hold that same beat in my head today

I hold dear that day when a friend of yours and mine too called to say that you had become a real star. He told me you were gone  in that same BMW  that we drove around in. You and some friends took a ride that night and you traveled into the skies.

I hold on to that school photo you gave me signed to someone else but its the last one you had, because you didn't anticipate getting so close so quickly, but now we'd know each other for years to come even if no one else knew about us.
I hold the fact that I kissed you, danced with you, smiled with you, laughed with you, hid in shadows and found happiness; what people commonly know as happiness. I held your hands tight and passionate on several days through a few seasons, I ll hold to that.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Oscar gets a celly

HAHA!! disrespect from all angles!!