Rhythmic Rain

Today, I took a walk in the rain.

Cooled off my body. Made me feel sane.

Left wet imprints upon my shirt of blue,

Gently reminding me of you.

Lightening flashed, causing my heart to race,

The way that it does when I see your face.

When the lightening flashed, the thunder rang,

And my heartbeat echoed, repeating your name.

The sweet, gentle breeze, wet yet warm,

A reflection of me, when I'm in your arms.

Soft, gentle teardrops from the heavens above,

Rhythmically raining the way that I love.

Wanting the rain to last a little bit longer,

And for the warm gentle breeze to hold me much stronger,

And though some might find the weather a pain,

You should come get lost in the rhythmic rain.

I'll be waiting.

Hoping For Just Beautiful

Our friendship has stood the test of time.

We were a melody before we knew there was rhyme.

As far back as I can remember things I used to do,

In some way or another, you were always there, too.

I remember the warmth of my body's first blush,

And a peck on the lips that became a lifelong crush,

And now that I'm old enough to know the feel of a man,

I know in my heart, you are part of God's plan.

They say that friends shouldn't cross that line,

That it destroys the friendship, breaking the ties that bind,

But, I don't want to hear that. I'm hoping for just beautiful.

Hoping our love will be the exception, and not the standing rule.

I'm praying that the fantasy doesn't lead my heart to break,

And that our love will be just beautiful, and not a beautiful mistake.



Word to My Young Brothers (You Lost Her Before You Even Had Her!)

You were smiling at her,
And she was smiling right back,
I could tell that she liked you,
That it wasn't an act,

But instead of walking over,
And breaking the ice,
And introducing yourself,
Proper and nice,

She got to know you,
Through the company you keep,
Which would be cool,
If they were respectful, or deep,

But, your boy launched into
Some reckless ass skit,
About how hoes just be flocking,
To ride on his dick.

Now, his dumb ass is the focus,
Of your desired's attention,
As he pops off about stuff,
That I'm too shamed to mention,

And you keep looking at her, smiling,
Hoping she thinks it's cool,
Though she's obviously annoyed,
By that arrogant fool,

And, that chance that you had,
When she first caught your eye?
Well, when your boy "spoke" for you,
You let that chance die.

So, I hope later on,
You'll reflect on this day,
And next time, you'll step up,
And say what you want to say.

As for your boy,
Til he's spoutin' shit that's relevant or deep,
Please avoid his ass,
Cause you're judged by the company you keep.