The one thing i always wanted to do the most was travel. Exploring a new place, new faces and smells, learn a new map and print another boarding pass. Being far from home, surrounded by the unfamiliar is so refreshing. My mind is often drawn to the memories of a trip i took to New York. The electricity of being in the city is overwhelmingly fascinating! A constant hum of movement....a hub of excitement and uncertainty. From the summertime heat to the faint smell of garbage on every street, a blur of yellow cabs, the coffee shop on the corner with jazz, and every couple was in love. Greekindianchineseitalianpuertoricanjamcianafrican-ism, a world of culture crammed into a concrete box, no space to walk, and being lost in the Bronx in afternoon traffic for 3 hours is another tale and a trek of its own, Harlem is like home and i found out about what Malcom wrote and breakfast at Sylvia's was early but the real deal, Brooklyn was the face to all my favorite Planet's lyrics, and Times Square is even more mad after dark.
Cats, rats, dogs of plenty, and who could forget the "iron worms" of the underground mixed with the sound of clatter and always noise is the soundtrack. Three days was not the lifetime it would take to uncover the hidden treasures and unparalleled paths of this city. I could write a novel on the graffiti alone and the everyday poets of the streets i have seen, but even that would not be enough. I somehow found myself in all of the chaos where my peace was lost in the place of dreams and lights.
Sleep eludes me again, so i figured that I'd dig to the point of no return to find out where the answers hide The conflict between blue and green lights take residence in my mind Why cant i find someone worthy of time? I must be from a different space, a place of jive and faith A place out of reach where i can finally sleep Playing on Saturn's rings 60 moons and jazz falls every afternoon in June A place where i can finally rest my trust in Love's open hand Not like here, where a lie is a constant and love can not be held by a man A world out of space for a girl out of place
Sorry Celtics fans, but i call it like i see it and im only making fun(nothing personal) but..........................................................................................................................................
doesnt Rondo look like the little Microsoft help paperclip that pops up when you're writing a paper??????????? Lol.
Can someone please make sense of this...Why in the hell do really pretty girls continue to do spaced out supernova shit to their hair just to get attention when there was nothing wrong with them in the first place??? Im all for originality and groovy ish, but please....why be all extra when you were already cute....
Pills and planes are both the same Both call my name to come fly and distract me from life's eye So, i turn clicks and plan trips hoping to satisfy this need to stay high The ground is too occupied with lies, 500 channels and nothing's on, late nights alone, telephones, school loans, 2 hour rides home, a bunch of shit i cant afford...and even if could i wouldnt buy it, bad porn, loud horns, and fur off animals backs, blackjack, how many cars got an Obama sticker on the back? bogo, no time to talk i gotta go, the weight of saying "I love you", BBQs...all of this just to get by! How many pills i got left? How much money to book that flight? Maybe i just need God in my life or maybe my love will keep me warm Either way and every form
Why is it that i dont fit in with the life around me? And what is it that i wish to fit into? Fit into a box? No! Fit into a size 2 pair of jeans? Maybe...but i might end up looking like a crackhead at that weight. Fit in with a crew? The cool kids........Nope, i've never been cool. If i did i would just be posing and that would be very uncool of me! How about fitting in with myself? That would be nice.