The Helpless Romantic

Sacred Love Versus Profane Love

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I stay on Lyric st. off One Love Blvd.

Your the most important on the east coast u skip that toke and took the time to understand my flow, LA, Chi-Town, West Philly is my get down, you get my get down, so when im in town, its all love, its all hugs all kisses and back rubs, you don’t put me in a choke hold you understand the underground and that im a international lover on this musical playground, you protect the soul of me, respect the bold in me, thats why u got a hold on me, my ambition is a lift to ya and you understand that my love is a gift to ya.

Filed under love and Music

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The Beauty Created

Before I can make love to these’s poems before these’s words can fit properly in my mouth before I can birth these’s melodies. before they become strong enough to out live me before my voice is buried in forever. I have to experience the beauty of life: Your undertones, your baritone. The laugher of an old soul, the cry of my first born, the whispers of a secret told. When peace is tracing our every outline when your bones are resting next to me, emotion that mangles hearts til’ they can beat no more. When the midnight skies blanket us with stars. In the end we will find no change in time. I promise I will try my best not to get blinded, trying to see into the future or side line those who across my path by looking in my past, for answers to hard questions “Here” is now. As flesh turns to earth and the light of the moon guides us on, what shall remain: “The Beauty Created”

Filed under love life faith the beauty created

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Another Day In The Life….

When it comes don’t look away and when it’s gone
Let it be.

Running in place, talking loud in silence
I turned my back but never looked away

I might even breakdown, I might give in
But either way we end

Sooner than later I will forget what I was waiting for,
What you were running from,

Every thought of u, every memory , like ink drying;
Fresh from a lover’s hand

The silhouette that once rest next to my breast
Is yet a tombstone in a garden of regrets

In due time the flood of tears will, Erase Every trace of you Maybe some other time, Maybe in a different place At a slower pace

Maybe it was too soon
Or maybe I was too late ,
Always running away from the good In your face

Filed under love relationships denial baggage