COME ON BROTHER
SHOW ME WHAT YOU ARE HITTIN FOR
GOT POCKETS DEEP ENOUGH TO BUY ME THE WORLD
BUT A SOUL SO EMPTY I CAN'T EVEN FILL U...FEEL ME!
U RIDIN IN THE CAR OF MY DREAMS
PIMPED OUT RIDE...RIMS SO BIG YOU CAN SEE YA REFLECTION
BUT CAN U REALLY SEE YA REFLECTION.
SO TRANSPARENT YA RIMS KEEP MY MIND SPINNIN MORE THAN YA CONVERSATION DOES...
SO PLEASE DONT WASTE MY TIME
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Thinking about my Grandmother...
Saying goodbye when the time is too soon
grips u from the vessels of a healthy heart and weakens your loins
u often try to find the air to inhale and release happier breaths of hopeful tomorrows
the tears usually fall fiercely on shoulder blades so harsh tissues break easy
then like a glimmer of hope, memories surface and joy encompasses your soul
You remember to live and to hold on to your faith
You hold tight to your past
You forge strongly into your future with the embodiment of all the people who have past and left their legacy for you to carry on
But afraid bc you want to bear it proudly
No mistakes
Sorrowful you didn’t do more
Broken because you understand she understood
Unforgiving tendencies of self you search for love in all the wrong places
You battle the anecdotes of the "what if’s" you had more time and spent it better...
Hopeful that her love is strong enough to see pass your faults and she becomes your Angel!
Prayerful that one day it will get easier.
Praying for stillness in busy places and quiet in the midst of raging drums.
I miss you Mom Mom
In faith & struggle,
Love Donielle
grips u from the vessels of a healthy heart and weakens your loins
u often try to find the air to inhale and release happier breaths of hopeful tomorrows
the tears usually fall fiercely on shoulder blades so harsh tissues break easy
then like a glimmer of hope, memories surface and joy encompasses your soul
You remember to live and to hold on to your faith
You hold tight to your past
You forge strongly into your future with the embodiment of all the people who have past and left their legacy for you to carry on
But afraid bc you want to bear it proudly
No mistakes
Sorrowful you didn’t do more
Broken because you understand she understood
Unforgiving tendencies of self you search for love in all the wrong places
You battle the anecdotes of the "what if’s" you had more time and spent it better...
Hopeful that her love is strong enough to see pass your faults and she becomes your Angel!
Prayerful that one day it will get easier.
Praying for stillness in busy places and quiet in the midst of raging drums.
I miss you Mom Mom
In faith & struggle,
Love Donielle
IN THE MORNING...
A stretch as wide as the parting of the red sea...
I yawn...
And awaken ...
In the morning...
Daydreaming plays in the background and that sets my mindstate for the day...
Not too sure if what happens today is real...
I'm laughing...
I'm enjoying the sunshine in the cold weather.
I sip my coffee to perk up the soul...
And realize I already woke up with a song in my heart...
The melody is quite familiar...but the bass line sounds a tad off beat...
slightly irregular...
The drums snare is drowning the steady beat...
tatt...tatt.tatt..boom...
the clang of the cymbals remind me that there is still...
A CLASH...
A CLANK...
The music created isn't quite the composed sheet work to teach a beautiful auria to a string orchestra...
It was more like...
an argument between truth and reality...
And the blues of the vocalist's voice lied somewhere in the hook...
When i woke up in the morning...
And stretched...
I looked over to my right...
And I saw Hip Hop.
Our music... a state of uncertainty.
What did your record play...
In the morning...?
I yawn...
And awaken ...
In the morning...
Daydreaming plays in the background and that sets my mindstate for the day...
Not too sure if what happens today is real...
I'm laughing...
I'm enjoying the sunshine in the cold weather.
I sip my coffee to perk up the soul...
And realize I already woke up with a song in my heart...
The melody is quite familiar...but the bass line sounds a tad off beat...
slightly irregular...
The drums snare is drowning the steady beat...
tatt...tatt.tatt..boom...
the clang of the cymbals remind me that there is still...
A CLASH...
A CLANK...
The music created isn't quite the composed sheet work to teach a beautiful auria to a string orchestra...
It was more like...
an argument between truth and reality...
And the blues of the vocalist's voice lied somewhere in the hook...
When i woke up in the morning...
And stretched...
I looked over to my right...
And I saw Hip Hop.
Our music... a state of uncertainty.
What did your record play...
In the morning...?
Monday, April 6, 2009
INSPIRATION
Please inspire ME.
Help me see the better in ME through YOU.
Pretend that I was the only ME left in the world that YOU could not live without.
Show ME that YOU can cover every puddle with your newest threads without second thought or doubt.
Inspire ME.
Keep ME wrapped so tight that YOU forget how to stretch your own arms.
Let ME explore the YOU traced like the lips kissed down to the butterfly on my back.
Surround ME with the likes of Goddess energy only the King in YOU can create.
Engulph ME.
Please inspire ME.
Fill ME with conversation so intriguing I forget who YOU were when we first met.
Grow with ME.
Confess to ME that YOU cannot breathe air unless I am in the vicinity.
Need ME more than I need YOU.
Inspire ME.
Teach ME how to smile the way YOU do.
Caress ME in the way that YOU want to.
Read to ME the stories of old lovers who spoke truths of relationships to YOU.
Inspire ME.
Remind ME that with YOU laughter cures heartache and tears.
Demand in ME to be the woman I promised YOU could depend on when time has taken its toll and worn you down.
Be Patient with ME when YOU know all the directions but I need to find my own way.
Please Inspire ME.
Begin to trust ME when the world has not been honest with YOU.
Take pride in ME for loving YOU only the way I know how.
Feel secure protecting ME even if YOU fall upon enemy lines.
Inspire ME.
Hold dear the letters to ME saved for YOU to reread if desires begin to fade.
Feel man enough to hide in ME when YOU have no where else to run.
Begin to find ME when the search YOU puzzled becomes a maze.
Inspire ME.
Captivate ME with the antics of barbershop banter YOU sit through every Saturday morning.
Express to ME how YOU wish to still be attracted to me when weary years grow us old.
Just indulge ME.
Inspire ME.
Inspire ME to love.
Inspire ME to love YOU.
Then Inspire ME to keep loving YOU when there is no inspiration left.
Simply,
Love ME.
Help me see the better in ME through YOU.
Pretend that I was the only ME left in the world that YOU could not live without.
Show ME that YOU can cover every puddle with your newest threads without second thought or doubt.
Inspire ME.
Keep ME wrapped so tight that YOU forget how to stretch your own arms.
Let ME explore the YOU traced like the lips kissed down to the butterfly on my back.
Surround ME with the likes of Goddess energy only the King in YOU can create.
Engulph ME.
Please inspire ME.
Fill ME with conversation so intriguing I forget who YOU were when we first met.
Grow with ME.
Confess to ME that YOU cannot breathe air unless I am in the vicinity.
Need ME more than I need YOU.
Inspire ME.
Teach ME how to smile the way YOU do.
Caress ME in the way that YOU want to.
Read to ME the stories of old lovers who spoke truths of relationships to YOU.
Inspire ME.
Remind ME that with YOU laughter cures heartache and tears.
Demand in ME to be the woman I promised YOU could depend on when time has taken its toll and worn you down.
Be Patient with ME when YOU know all the directions but I need to find my own way.
Please Inspire ME.
Begin to trust ME when the world has not been honest with YOU.
Take pride in ME for loving YOU only the way I know how.
Feel secure protecting ME even if YOU fall upon enemy lines.
Inspire ME.
Hold dear the letters to ME saved for YOU to reread if desires begin to fade.
Feel man enough to hide in ME when YOU have no where else to run.
Begin to find ME when the search YOU puzzled becomes a maze.
Inspire ME.
Captivate ME with the antics of barbershop banter YOU sit through every Saturday morning.
Express to ME how YOU wish to still be attracted to me when weary years grow us old.
Just indulge ME.
Inspire ME.
Inspire ME to love.
Inspire ME to love YOU.
Then Inspire ME to keep loving YOU when there is no inspiration left.
Simply,
Love ME.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Question of the Night: "Am I Ready For Love?"
So I'm sitting here vibing to India Arie and Musiq Souchild's duet Chocolate High and that overwhelming feeling that reminds me what it felt like when I was in love invades my stillness.
My eyes water because the memories are so vivid that I can feel your embrace and the scent of the oils you sparsely rubbed on your body after a shower perk my senses as if you were beside me.
It actually feels like those cold winter mornings and hot summer nights that seemed to be just fine days because we were in each others company.
I recall watching the same movie numerous times because we never got through it before one of us turned and wanted to look the other in the eyes and listen to our hearts act as if they needed each other to echo their beat.
Then I see remnants of old baggage that prevented growth and found the cement and brick to build that wall that has been torn down time after time.
I wonder if love was when you told me that you would never make me cry and never leave me but did both.
Was it the time that I waited for you to answer the door after heartfelt conversations about what the future would hold but was left to knock until the realization that you wouldn't answer...and couldn't answer hit?
Was it last week when I heard the words " you drive me crazy because I'm liking you more than I want to"?
The song "I am ready for love"; once a theme song , has become a question of doubt...
"Am I Ready For Love?"
My eyes water because the memories are so vivid that I can feel your embrace and the scent of the oils you sparsely rubbed on your body after a shower perk my senses as if you were beside me.
It actually feels like those cold winter mornings and hot summer nights that seemed to be just fine days because we were in each others company.
I recall watching the same movie numerous times because we never got through it before one of us turned and wanted to look the other in the eyes and listen to our hearts act as if they needed each other to echo their beat.
Then I see remnants of old baggage that prevented growth and found the cement and brick to build that wall that has been torn down time after time.
I wonder if love was when you told me that you would never make me cry and never leave me but did both.
Was it the time that I waited for you to answer the door after heartfelt conversations about what the future would hold but was left to knock until the realization that you wouldn't answer...and couldn't answer hit?
Was it last week when I heard the words " you drive me crazy because I'm liking you more than I want to"?
The song "I am ready for love"; once a theme song , has become a question of doubt...
"Am I Ready For Love?"
Thursday, March 5, 2009
"When did you fall in love with Hip-Hop?"
I know it's cliche' but I decided to finally answer the question truthfully. By now the majority of us has seen the movie "Brown Sugar" starring Sanaa Lathan who plays the character of Sydney Shaw.
Quite like Sydney Shaw, I proclaim to be a young professional; single and in touch with Hip - Hop. Like Sydney, I have had thriving friendships with the likes of the "Dre's" (Andre' Ellis); played by Taye Diggs.
That therein leads me to the answer to the most popular asked question of every hip-hop artist by music journalist..."When did you fall in love with Hip - Hop?"
Here's my answer...
The sweet melody of rhythm and blues has helped rock-a-bye baby me to sleep,
singing along with the sultry sounds of songbirds aged like fine wine.
Adorned in purple and white robes in choir pews and church balconies,
belting of amazing graces and one sweet morning,
A sense of love grew for the art of music.
Years later,
teenage troubles surpassed and womanhood presented...
the bass was so loud,
even through slammed suite doors it kept me from sleep.
Moments of rest were invaded by the noise across the hall;
speakers to combat with stadium space filled the tiny room and seeped into the feathers of my pillow.
When I couldn't dream of anything soft and tender because the beat led me to nod and agree, and fall in suit...
Hip - Hop became the faceless character in the storyline that numbered endless sheep and cows over moon beams.
For in time those dreams became reality and Hip Hop engulfed my soul.
The lyrics permeated my heart and I could no longer fight the urge;
an addict for the strength behind the message,
a feign for the pencil tap tabled for a cafeteria cipher amongst the crew,
a dry sponge ready to soak up the essence of call and response and griot story telling techniques underlined with a beat;
It was fresh like ground pepper tickling my nose and adding flavor and a hint of spice.
The record player spun tunes that helped me escape from Broad Street to Brooklyn in a matter of minutes.
Mornings opened slits in my eyes; listening to the "slummest of villages" and "blackest of stars",
being called "the perfect verse over the flyest beat",
That's when I became the "Brown Skin Lady" that fell in love with Hip - Hop.
That phenomenal feeling that allows inhibitions to drop and sends a pulse through vessels connected to the soles of a dancer's feet through the soul;
reciting lines of modern day Guru's of rhythmic prowess,
Hip - Hop taste like sweet nectar of Georgia peaches;
like Lay's potato chips...not sufficed by just one bite.
Evolving from "easy conversation" to robust arguments of defiance;
fists in the air rallying against the times,
fighting the good fight before waving white flags,
realists split from candyland games and became MC's while opponents were stuck on the block before collecting two hundred dollars and passing go.
Faded melodies and lessened 16's became archived,
focus blurred from shiny bling,
I search for shades to maintain unwavering following...
searching for the sound that once bought me to your door to eventually close it,
yet opening my heart to experiencing my first love...
Hip Hop.
I miss you.
Quite like Sydney Shaw, I proclaim to be a young professional; single and in touch with Hip - Hop. Like Sydney, I have had thriving friendships with the likes of the "Dre's" (Andre' Ellis); played by Taye Diggs.
That therein leads me to the answer to the most popular asked question of every hip-hop artist by music journalist..."When did you fall in love with Hip - Hop?"
Here's my answer...
The sweet melody of rhythm and blues has helped rock-a-bye baby me to sleep,
singing along with the sultry sounds of songbirds aged like fine wine.
Adorned in purple and white robes in choir pews and church balconies,
belting of amazing graces and one sweet morning,
A sense of love grew for the art of music.
Years later,
teenage troubles surpassed and womanhood presented...
the bass was so loud,
even through slammed suite doors it kept me from sleep.
Moments of rest were invaded by the noise across the hall;
speakers to combat with stadium space filled the tiny room and seeped into the feathers of my pillow.
When I couldn't dream of anything soft and tender because the beat led me to nod and agree, and fall in suit...
Hip - Hop became the faceless character in the storyline that numbered endless sheep and cows over moon beams.
For in time those dreams became reality and Hip Hop engulfed my soul.
The lyrics permeated my heart and I could no longer fight the urge;
an addict for the strength behind the message,
a feign for the pencil tap tabled for a cafeteria cipher amongst the crew,
a dry sponge ready to soak up the essence of call and response and griot story telling techniques underlined with a beat;
It was fresh like ground pepper tickling my nose and adding flavor and a hint of spice.
The record player spun tunes that helped me escape from Broad Street to Brooklyn in a matter of minutes.
Mornings opened slits in my eyes; listening to the "slummest of villages" and "blackest of stars",
being called "the perfect verse over the flyest beat",
That's when I became the "Brown Skin Lady" that fell in love with Hip - Hop.
That phenomenal feeling that allows inhibitions to drop and sends a pulse through vessels connected to the soles of a dancer's feet through the soul;
reciting lines of modern day Guru's of rhythmic prowess,
Hip - Hop taste like sweet nectar of Georgia peaches;
like Lay's potato chips...not sufficed by just one bite.
Evolving from "easy conversation" to robust arguments of defiance;
fists in the air rallying against the times,
fighting the good fight before waving white flags,
realists split from candyland games and became MC's while opponents were stuck on the block before collecting two hundred dollars and passing go.
Faded melodies and lessened 16's became archived,
focus blurred from shiny bling,
I search for shades to maintain unwavering following...
searching for the sound that once bought me to your door to eventually close it,
yet opening my heart to experiencing my first love...
Hip Hop.
I miss you.
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