i can always do art

audio poetry.  freestyle.

freestyle

so much to say
i got so much to say
i hope i listen also
like, 'hey how was your day?'
and listen...

freestyle.

'the best that love could be'

if i never ever knew a better love than before
i'd hit the floor on my knees
please asking for more.

she opens her side door
and lets me in
she likes to drive
i get inside
i like to ride
we compromise
world tour

i can see the world thru her eyes
even when she makes 'em pour
all thru her skies
all the allure
all lovers quarrel
and all lovers stress
it still can't make me love her any less
always she be the lovers best

best verse
best gift
best curse
best overall performance coming in first
she only puts in her best work
she only does what she wants
she wants the best first
and...she only does what she wants
she knows the bests worth

best hurt
damn, her heartaches be hard hittin'
best historical non-fiction i've ever written
i ain't quitting her love until there's no love left
she was the best
the best
the best
the best
the best.

'his yesterday, my tomorrow'

i loved her all day long
but she was gone before the summer song
i wonder if stevie could have seen the situation go so wrong
hell, he had an inner vision
oh well
guess i shoulda listened
wrong decision
always trust my intuition
third eye precision
puttin' me in a position to make change happen
those happy beginnings and rougher endings probably mean that i should
always.stick.to.rappin'

about love cause that's what the fuck i do

right...
this be the story of my life
you love it
i hate it
i hate that her love was the greatest
but imma be alright
imma be  alright
i lift it up
i pass the alright
imma be alright

now ask me tomorrow if i'm really doing better
by the end of the day i mighta written her a four page lover letter!
cause i do that shit
i can't help it but my love be so legit
it's all of the eggs
and the butter
and the grits
check the omelet
have me over here writing all these sonnets
repeating pantoums
good morning haiku's
please know i do it for you.

wants to see her smile

wants to see me smilin’ more

smiles for everyone

'old fashioned'

i know, i know
another love song
and i can't help it
gotta write these love poems
she be the Nina to my Love Jones
Coltrane to his saxophone
A Love Supreme
she be the swing to my metronome
deja vu
a clue of when we met
an introduction over a text
your guess is better than mine
i'm just glad you're in my life

Roads slow at night

Thank the good. Austin drivers suck.

Ain’t safe out here y’all.

the dedication is real

she was gone too soon

fell in love underneath a sagittarian moon

she'd walk in a room and my heart just stopped

damn, she so hip-hop.

poem to locs.

they spoiled.
always wanna be rubbed in coconut oil
or avocado
i grab a bottle right off the shelf.