We lay you to rest brother. Your ether is released to the infinite.
I like to remember you before you were imprisoned, back when we were fresh fruit.
Young, competitive, and filled with the sweetness of the unblemished.
We waxed vulgarly about the ripeness of the bushel that surrounded us.
But you happily shared the gospel of your island and the blessings it yields.
Enthusiasm entails. "Brother this ain't Grease, dis' nigga pussy whooped!"
Another moment of our journey is the exploration of spells and casters of mood.
I was inexperienced with Art Blakey and Miles Davis, but was imbibing.
Brother...you, Jon, and Jon's sister brought up Coltrane--and how I needed to take that ride. I'm appreciative of this moment of eager vulneralbility, for it helped me to grasp a spell that was beyond my comprehension at the time--and set the stage for your diving bell and butterfly.
You're a big man for not only eating the roast I served you, but for shutting up the people getting angry at my "insensitivity," and delivering a dish that was so spicy--that we had cried from the temperture level. I wish that you had went to that gentlemen's club with me, but you're too much of a gentle king. And I guess you've done so much window shopping, that that window could have broken your spirit--but now you're released...into the ether good brother.
Rest in Peace Tim, I appreciate your Equinox. #BLM
I gotta say... being good for ME isn’t good or healthy for you. You gotta want to be good or better for you, and more importantly--your children. This is your journey, I’m just thankful that I’m in your bed--getting to wake up next to you. It’s only a matter of time before you get tired of my silly black ass! I can try to help you on your path, but I know you’ll figure it out!
Her voice changed
the passion she onced had
was now cold resentment
I know she hates that I'm still in love with her
I know that she doesn't wish to be the crazy partner
And most importantly,
she has a chance to not make the same mistakes with him as she did with me
Maybe she'll misremember with him too
She has a chance at happiness,
So who am I to fight for her
It was in her tone,
I have to fight to leave her alone
she loves me
I love her
left is left
right is right
The first movement is 1
i love her
She loves me
1 plus 1 equals 3
left could be right
The second movement is 2?
I love her
She doesn't love me
1 times a negative
makes everything misremembered a negative
The third movement is dissonance
She doesn't remember
That I love her
She remembers my short comings
She remembers how bad she feels
I remember that theirs nothing I can do to change those memories
Especially if she wants to remember them that way
to fuel her departure
She answered my prayers
I’m not a religious type, but I did pray for this
Or did I meditate?
I know my mom had definitely prayed for her,
she had told me
So after she had met her, moms had prayed for her children
And I know moms wanted me to add a Panda to the crew
I’m sorry mom, but that’s not cool--
even though it crossed my mind too!
From the beginning, text messages that had went into the ether
Which made me prayer for her that much more,
or was it meditate? You know I’m not religious!
To my prayers being answered, and she’s giving me an actual date
I got to listen to hear, not her words--but her body and soul
And not to be confused with some R. Kelly shit,
but her body and soul was crying out for patience and understanding
So I had prayed for the strength and emotional durability to love this prayer answered
I know it wasn’t meditation, because I had called on the lord’s help constantly
And YOU know I’m not religious!
So I had prayed for the patience to give my dream personified,
in hopes that we’ll become a front that’s unified
I had asked her friends to give me insight
I had asked my friends for insight
I had asked myself for foresight
Then I had asked her again, and she broke up with me
So here I am praying...I think...
or maybe meditating...it’s got to be something--you know I'm not religious.
The walk was shocking
explosions of static shoots down my legs
The "L" shape walking has taken it's toll
I snapped "this isn't efficient," with frustration
"It's in Chinatown, and we're close"
"you know I have to be back at work-right?!"
"Here it is!" with the laugh...that lovely laugh
"What you want?" "I'm getting either coconut or ginger"
Can I get a hot...... ....
"Yo this is good, can I try some of yours please?"
The deepest most lustrous black
She's also my cat
I've been her fur taker going on 13 years
Aw man the memories we share
She's been my partner,
She knows her name
She's sillier than me sometimes
She is a ball of chocolate flame
Remember that fire and how I grabbed you first?
Then busted open the other roommates doors before the flames spread
Had watched the fire department destroy a good part of our stead
You were there thru my father passing away of aids
And the bouts of depression that ensued
You had helped me thru so much, and I'm thankful
1 sheep...2 .. sheep...3 sheep
4 sheep..... ... .....
Where's the Nyquil?
1 chip...2 chips.. 3 championships
Fuck, it's 4am now
Where's the Henny?
1 dimple...2 dimples..
Damn, it's 5am now
Ok, where's the medicinal?
Ahhhh, yesss... ... ...
I loved putting my foot under her feet
it was so easy too fall asleep
I am an idiot
I own my idiocy, just call me Camacho
Camacho has said and asked things that a normal human being wouldn't ask of a loved one.
Camacho has tunnel vision at times, due to overachieving
There's no way I should be president, but I was for a term of 2 years
And Camacho knows it was tough, but it could get better--with less obstacles
Camacho knows that nothing is owed, but will try feverently for an opportunity
And Camacho understands that even if he gets what his hearts wildest desires are,
it could never be close to the same.
So I know that I'm an idiot, and now all of you know that I'm an idiot.
But I wouldn't be a good idiot, if I didn't try hard at it. It's been a week, since I've been successfully impeached. Shits a little emotional
The beast of appetite is strong
With each sip
The laughter within comes out
The steadiness of the dark grows
Finally, the darken state
Where freedom roves
from bar to vessel
from mind to heart
heart to mind
Blind to the whimsical
but sensitive to it
Words like magic
release a spell of untold cycles
of Pain that is owed
And to witness it at the beginning
willingly Know that it will consume you
Is the beginning of the void