Monday, July 27, 2009

"Lime Light (true I)"

Just been something I've been contemplating on sharing for a Lil' minute...I really have to apologize for the delay...
I woke one morning thinking about better days and thoughts for the future and it hit me-I'm not the type to be out front..When you can peep a scene from a distance you truly get a glimpse at people's TRUE personalities. This is especially true if you're cool with stars or people with a following. Nowadays, more than ever celebrity is something hard sought after and not the grind or smarts needed to maintain this delicate terrain. Now there's nothing wrong with celebrity, it's just not for everyone (NOT FOR EVERYONE-I REPEAT). Be truthful to yourself and watch for the fake, and the ILL-wishers who fill your mind with NO and CAN'T, and are waiting to kill your dreams...

"Lime Light (True I)"

I peer into the darkness...
only to find myself still looking...
waiting...expectant...
once pregnant thoughts, punctured by the breach of my lips...
my tongue, an umbilical to new born concepts, except now I can see something in the distance...
What I knew to be true, minus probable cause, verified by the greed of a hungry jury of peers,
confirmed by the stars in their eyes..
because I am their reflection...
A reality only met when they take focus from themselves or close their eyes..
But if they were to see my I's, well, there are a few things which could never be...
I emerge from my void amongst the back drop of darkness, into the blinding lights...
Lost in the twinkle...constellations..
I'm a comet-burning furiously..
Bright out, dim within..
a small supernova of insecurities, girded with strength to sustain my hard frame...
not you, yet-well, maybe, but a few know my true I's...
my tired I's, masked by a front...
my melancholy mood, marred by a faint stain of fleeting excitement...
Still, I muster a smile and pay attention to empty questions, by full of shit reporters, leaving answers of ambiguity...
Another night of photos...
daps, hugs, mojitos and model hoes, not because they are-just wearing one's uniform..
people talking about their ends, turn to the DJ's last spins and last sips before vultures settle over fresh legs...
pouty lips conceal warm smiles and forked tongues...
hot, strong thighs from squeezing bodies til drained...
life fluids now expelled, leaving the victim in detention for 18 years plus...
maybe...
But then you realize it's all about green,
until you go yellow...


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