*Behind Fancy Eyes*

It amazes me what is majorly important to people.  Maybe its me.  Maybe i take life too seriously or maybe not seriously enough. I just spent minutes of my life that i cant get back, helping a co-worker with a major crisis that literally has put her life on hault. Her facebook didnt work on her phone… o_O. This caused her to freak out Monday, call me after work hours yesterday and put a hault ot my morning routine. Like… Really? Is it that serious? Do i have MY priorities messed up?? *sigh* just wondering… 

Say baby, can I be your slave

I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl
And I’m diggin’ you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star
Is your name Yimmy-Ya
Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun
Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah
Shit, who am I?
It’s not important
But they call me Brother to the Night
And right now
I’m the blues in your left thigh
Tryin to become the funk in your right

Who am I?
I’ll be whoever you say
But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism
Come on slim
Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright

im scared

idk y

been hurt b4

but i survived

didnt know i was scared

til the other day

dont want let go

so i push ppl away

i wanna live life

like a normal person

but im too much of a skeptic

not sure whats certain

guess im not as ready as i thought

and thats hard to admit

gotta get it together

before i dont have sh*t

im lookin in the mirror

dont quite like what i see

gotta change it up

make a better me

then maybe ill be ready

and stop acting a fool

and stop finding faults

and just play it cool…

its raining

its pouring

i sure wish i was snoring

im stuck at work, its boring

my co-worker im ignoring

my bed sure sounds alluring

but that paycheck i need more-ing (lol)

gotta job, guess thats the core thing

so i guess ill stop complaining…

i want a below sea-level relationship

im over just having a dip

i want to caress his intellect

as he massages my intrigue

swimming in a sea of infatuation

still wearing our reality life jackets

floating in the now

soon to sail to the future

open to scuba diving to the pits of love

all the while taking the time to admire the scenery

as we swim past lust and like

and from there we’ll just float…

float…

and we’ll we’ll float some more

until we wash up on the shore of old age

where we will lay on the beach forever

and let the sun rays of our love

beam down on us as we  lay on the sands of joy

why the emergency

to emerge in me

urgently

before certainly

knowing me

not just ‘insert here’ and see

not just kneading me

with your foolery

beware my insecurties

for they double as security

to guard from he

who cant really see

me…

like why.

cant.

we.

slow.

dooooooooown?

and get back to the conversation

that suffered elimination

yet was filled with so much information

vital for future relations

if any

cause i fear youve been with many

that is-

cause you wont even stop to

smell the damn rose

and who knows

if ur cons weigh than ur pro’s

i suppose?

but now you’ll never know

cause uve tainted my image of you

its true

and there is nothing you can do

to get back in my good grace

all because you could pump the brakes

on this major emergency

to emerge in me

urgently

without sense of the real me

Not to be a jerk, BUT… Can you really get mad that YOU live in America (where everyone AT LEAST speaks English) and you walk into an establishment and no one speaks Spanish? I mean honestly… Can you whole-heartedly get mad???