TICK...TOCK... ( Another Short Stack)

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

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

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...?