HIPHOP

You are oil, and I water.
Slow and late, and I ebbing and flowing
you light a flame in mental constructs,
and I am the verbal aqueduct.
You say a lot at times but think slower than your words.
I flow with ease over your inarticulate thoughts
You take your time and sing lullabies.
I am overly impatient but make an exception to you.
You were the first noise I heard.
I, a newcomer to you from a line of many men.
Common sense dropped and you used to be loved.
Girl, I will always love you.
But don't let these words make you stop,
"Cause who I'm talking 'bout is hip hop, ya"ll."
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AUTUMN FADES

My feet drag through the snow,
and I find nothing....
I tug at the skin on my throat,
and gasp for air....
Only my own echo answers my call,
on a white backdrop....
I will be here when you die.
But I am not alone.
Something new always grows,
from what remains....

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THE CHANGING OF TIMES

You never wanted pity, and I always felt obligated to give it. But never without
a love that others could not comprehend. Somewhere between you and I was an answer to the crashing tides at hand, with only a sure tone being promising and convincing. It felt lost, but I was there to guide and give it when you needed it.
I always lose everything eventually, and i suppose it makes me a nomad, a stranger left to wonder for eternity; a ghost trapped against his will. I found you a stranger, and left you a flame, blown out by father time himself. I wont blame him, and i wont blame you, for I wont take back my words for the world, though those words were the adhesive of promises unkept. You can and will breathe without my speech. Your soul never held hands with mine without a fellow soul's inward approach.  I now understand the reason I never knew your love fully, is because you could never show me in all honesty and unbounded full bloom. There are things that I cannot forget, and i won't. And though we sink in self made quicksand, i'd rather sink then walk past you like two ghosts searching for each other in the aftermath of a car crash. I'll never blame you....