Prolific Memorie

Time is sorrow, with no thought to borrow
Time is rain with dried eyes in strain
Watching the world in tame
The people in vain
My thoughts are to blame
Cold and silence is my voice when no one around
Brightness to the future when hope is found
Is it you? …..But I can’t see you.
Today is gray an blue
No work and nothing to do
Drinking on some cold brew
Because…that’s just what I do
And light a cigarette, thinking on my life
One day considered a myth
And sigh to the sky
Another day in time
Moment in mind
while wondering why?
But still I let today pass by….

To time (2004)

Why, why am I thinking of you?
I haven’t driven past your house, nor talk to anyone that we used to hang around,
Nor is it any special day. Matter fact, it’s a quiet day
With nothing to say
Im in my room letting the music play
Jodeci, Bobby Brown with a little touch of Marvin Gaye
Feeling a little more healthy, the nicotine urge is almost out of me
Still not wealthy, though not in rue
I lay blue, because some of the best years were taken with you
My lovely miss that I miss
If only granted one wish by a genie
I would make a time machine, wouldn’t that be a dream?
I would go back to sixteen, when I used to walk your street,
Before cell phones, a pager and backpack, listening to tapes with my headphones
Vibing to the jamz of 95-
Walked to were your door was and knocked five times
Thinking to myself like Brentonwood “just give me some kind of sign”
Were alone, kissing in your room, sneaking out the window
When your dad arrived
If not allowed to go back in time, at least can I spy?
To the first time, the time I made you cry, so I can give you a tissue
To keep your eyes dry. Or to the first time …Ohh—it felt so new
Or the first time we said “I love you.”
Yup, If only time was granted as I wish, maybe sometimes I wouldn’t be feeling like this
Sometimes, sometimes. I think am alone, and when alone
I start to write, sigh. and think of life
Part of me thinking of kids and a wife
Though almost twenty-five, it still doesn’t feel right.
I should just get in my car & drive…drive away,
Go to Miami, put on shorts n sandals, game face n play
Ride in my drop top Chevrolet
& pick up the finest ladies, the ones that can tame me
But times brings me to crossroads, were my past is re-surfaced
Missing the times of butterflies and how you made me nervous
But it’s not for you to take all this glory, as other women as well
Hold chapters to my story
Where they ink thoughts that made me smile
Others of having fun walking the town, drunk in Hollywood
Were it was dirty but fun times dancing in the mood
Ohh those times made me feel good ;)
But instead, I lay my head to the pillow on my bed
Thinking to the times I left, can’t forget
To which I cannot weep
A time I see again in my sleep when dream
Dream keeping me serene

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welcome

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What is Romance (1998)

In a trance to your stance*
I ask for a dance to travel in romance
Where we can chant, sync perhaps
In laughter we dance
There always seems a surprise to the
Divinity of your mind,
Simplicity to your eyes
As if yesterday, the day of bliss
Intoxification of a kiss
The portrait of you, when stare do not flinch
For then I would miss
My thoughts start to run like a child in the sun
Bloomed to become one
What is the need, you dream most?
Is it an amour enchanting to keep close?
I see, cannot ignore, urge to explore.
A kiss to tumble me to your front door
An escape mind in solitude
Im high with you in an attitude
Under the stars howling at the moon
To a passion im consumed,
To a life we see from a distant view
And to all say ADIEU

Mother (written at age 17)

Dear Mother,
Fluorescent flower under the sun
Guide for the careless steps ive taken upon
Shelter me from harm
Voices of truth given to this blurred youth
For that I shall not forget…eternally
You are the eyes for which I see,
Air for which I breathe
Dreams for which I need
To be free
You are the dreams for dreams
I want to be and reach
You shall see, I’ll make it reality
Even though times you anger me
For MY childish deeds
I love thee
For all you given to me,
For all that you taught me,
Scolded me,
I love you mother,
Eternally.

free spirit

Time is crucial, street knowledge useful
These men act pretty, so my lyrics are brutal
At times of quiet, words doodle
By the art of my pen, my mercenary friend
weapon of choice to these coward men
Beside my seed, words will be the only thing left of me
when I reach the end.
Asking the Lord when I get there when can I see my daughter again
I was born in sin, lifes my repent
Never truly be in happiness
My awkward smile shadows my mess
eyes that sleep has been neglected
Glad I quit cigarettes..cold turkey
Liver dying slow, preventing lungs from being dirty
As I stare to the sky, with misty eyes
am I already in paradise?
Or not knowing because I didn't analyze?
To think is without the mind,
walk with worn down shoes
See with a deeper point of view
"free spirit" because I live without rules