Untitled VII

I'm not afraid of homeless people or crazy people, that's already established, that's present, it's known, they need help...I'm afraid of the fault lines that haven't shook...those mother fuckers, we're the crazy ones.

Untitled VI

You know how it
feels to love you
and not get it
in return, it
feels like us
wanting rain while
watching the mountains burn....

Bye Monie

15 years you
spent being
happy and loving
looking for food,
and head rubbings,
at the door when I
was shit faced from
a night of clubbing,
leading me up the
stairs because even
in my drunk mind
you knew I wouldn't
step on your tail. When
I was happy you flourished,
when I was sad you
stayed next to me and purred,
when angry your big round
eyes looked at me as if
I were crazed because that's
not the way I behave...now
I have to carry you to your
grave. 15 years you spent
being happy and loving,
always looking for head
rubbings, in front
of the Christmas tree
you would stand,every
year as if that was the
plan, but this year
will be different,
no Monie in front
of the tree only a picture
and a memory, but
you'll be pain free in
front of a angel, with
your kitty wings and
all the Ice cream and
chicken you can
steal, all the
head rubs you
can get, a large
bed and a litter
box that's clean
as soon as you finish...
maybe you won't be
a cat in the cosmos, you'll
be something else...either
way RIP,  love you and
I miss you. bye Monie

written on 11/5/14

Hell

        .soul the torment to  meant is hell ,eternity  for burn  you place   a  isn't   hell  of    meaning  real The
            
you  burying  then   casket    a    in   you  putting someone imagine  ,image    that  understand     to order   In

   instead   so ,free  be to suppose    is  soul  the  ,die  we  When   .level  new  a to it Take    .alive

    is soul the ,work doesn't body the though Even   .body the  in  trapped is soul  the and  dies   body the

to  back you  brings it   ,it  to   use gets one when  ;alive  its  ,free   its that  thoughts  with tormented

  has body the  after  even on  goes  This .body  dead a of  inside trapped   is soul  ones  that  ,reality

  over   be  it  wanting lives  their of  moments  worse the into submerged  then is One  .decayed

   and past    your   of  yourself  forgiving   is  escaping  of  way only The .over  is  it  realize don't  but                                
  beautiful    up bring   ,you  trick   to  like demons   but  free  are  you  ,trapped  not  are  you realizing

   moments in your life, then take them away. We are all beautiful souls and we make mistakes, but don't

get stuck on your mistakes, realize you're not perfect, be humble yet  confident and joyous in situations.

Love when they hurt,  laugh when you hurt, cry when you're happy, and smile when you're sad...
 


Written 11/15/13



 

South L.A. (1999)

Remember that night,
the evening was young
and the air was warm,
the sun setting in mid
may the party was fun...
our young teenage love
danced and laughed, we
clowned, romanced, your
touching and kissing aroused
my pants, the tugging and pulling
clouded my mind, your fingers
were touching my hands but mines,
where minds do go when lights go
low, the dancing was slow, erotic
fa'sho but too mature for being 14...
as time moved on the party it changed,
exchange for flowers that scented the
air, it change to weed that clouded,
stifled the room, the music turned
up, the blunts burned up, the
gangstas showed up, everything
went up including that little voice
that said,"get the fuck out" buuutttt
you knnnoooww........my dick was hard,
I was 14, she kept kissing me, I kept
dismissing thee, obvious fact my life
is in danger, Crip flags flying and looks
were glaring, gang signs thrown
and some bloods showed up, they
turned the lights down low and they
slowly rolled up, we all dancing
in the party you know the music
still up and then screeching of the
wheels, pop! pop!pop! pop! Shots
is fired, I'm trying to run
with a boner which slowly began to
leave.... they
turned the block, I'm on the porch
looking at the man in the wheel chair
who got shot, death is in the air it
was quiet but loud, then the bullets
sang again...I'm still standing on the porch
"DEAN GET DOWN!!!" my dad
yelled...we both made it, my mom
in the car nervous...I'm stopping
because that night is blurred...kind of..

Alone

I...I use to
fear being with
myself only because
I wondered how others
would view me but once
you realize people are going
to have their opinions, you
stop caring...it can be lonely
 sometimes but once you realize
all you need is one or two people
in your life, once you realize that
people together means trouble,
drama, even when you don't want
 to be involved you become content....
to know people from a distance is my
stance, to know a person up close
is a dance, to know them intimately means
their in my pants, that can be taken
sexual or as in hands in my pocket,
intimate is not always sex it can be close,
warm...when I sneeze there's no one
to bless me, but bless you has become
an auto pilot response, not a sincere
thought that you're blessing a person.
when someone sneezes around me,
I bless them for what 11:11
didn't give them...Alone not as
bad, no pressure to speak, no
pressure from the fellas to talk
to a pretty girl, only odd looks
, temptation surface in the
eyes of those who want
out, curious why I'm
alone...he's a loser, he must
be a bad person, his friends suck, its
neither...I'm odd, I like to be to my
thoughts sometimes...I'm searching
for something, something in mankind,
I haven't found it but when I do, I'll
let you know...

Doja Cat - No Police