"The job of the writer is to make revolution irresistible.”
-Toni Bambara
Nice of you to stop by! Here are some original pieces by lil ole me…you should hear ‘em in person!
NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH A PAINTER
Painter. Noun.
Marriam-Webster definition: An artist who paints pictures.
Painter. Big Clown.
My definition: One who finds the most creative way to remove the saturation in something and leave it completely dull.
Dim, faded, lessened exposure
Tried to keep my damn composure
Became a poser
But instead wanted to be your muse
And next to a palette of various hues
There was I was used.
Every outline you made
And traced
I watched you erase
And erase
And erase
You just couldn’t get it right
This image you see, I gave you raw and unfiltered
You wanted to create something dope with it
And I was willing to let you
But mistake after mistake was enough
And I understand drafts are meant to be rough
But this raw and unfiltered image was supposed to end up something enhanced, heightened, amplified
With you by my side
But you lied
You said this was the only work you’d gotten started on
Yet you weren’t even willing to finish it
Because you found the beauty in another
You never allowed your fresh brushes to dance on this already-begun creation
I mean I know, it’s your loss
But I was never supposed to be a canvas for you to mess up on then toss.
Because to see you graze fresh strokes on a new piece? It ain’t even worth 1,000 words
But in the end, you appreciated it more than the one you’d spent the most time trying to figure out
The one that left you baffled because you knew there was something worth creating here, but you were too scared to find inspiration to continue with it, it could’ve been captivating
The one that applauded you for every bit of effort you put toward it
The one that thought Vangoh had nothing on you
The one that felt like a Mona Lisa in a room full of basic bitch selfies
The one that felt like it was on a pedestal each time you came in contact with it
The one that allowed you to take your time and find the beauty in its blankness in the first place
First place, a title it will never hold
Took me a while, but I finally get the picture
ROMARIO’S INTERLUDE
The stars align when I speak of you
You set my world on fire, and I don’t care how cliché it sounds
Your aura is magnificent.
My equivalent,
My cotton candy on a rainy day.
You’re a part of every word I speak, baby
Yeah it’s that deep, baby
You swept me off my feet, baby!
You know at once I’d lost my balance, but
you’ve surpassed men
the past men who have once made my spirit crumble.
Taking a step each time I’d gotten knocked down only hurt more…
More reciprocity, more communication, more consideration was all I’d ever expect
Except, they’d often forget about me to seek another who expected the same damn things.
But you,
You’re the bass upholding the harmony to my every tune
I haven’t shuffled. You’re the only one I have on repeat.
You make me hum Motown records every morning
You’re snoring and the Four Tops surround the room
You’re snoring and the Temptations bounce off the walls
You’re snoring and Tammi & Marvin done found their way in
In reality, I never thought this kind of love actually existed
I was so used to not having consistency
See what I mean when I say that I love you?
I love you not just because we’re headed in opposite directions for the night,
or because we’re going to sleep.
I mean that.
Believe that.
and if I don’t show it enough,
I’m making it clear that whatever the future holds will be exuberant because our souls will be in tandem
Your heartbeat has become my favorite anthem
I’m finally home.
I WANTED TO LOVE YOU
I wanted to love you but I was constantly told, “No, you cannot love him until you’re 100% comfortable by yourself.”
Truth be told…I was at like 98% but man I had so much love to give anyway, and…
I wanted to love you because it felt like you were my match, and it was stricken…yo, listen
From failed relationship to failed relationship, I felt like it was you my soul was missin’
I wanted to love you, but I was scared you wouldn’t love me back
I wanted to love you, and it was taking me a while to feel comfortable enough to settle in…kinda like the oil paintings on your canvases
Seeping in slowly, but permanently, becoming used to you
I wanted to be your muse,
I wanted to love you like our slow dances at 2 AM to Vandross and Soulchild and ooooh chile
I wanted to love you better than your old things claimed they did
I wanted to love you something original, uncut, uncommon
Through tangle-legged afternoon naps while basking in sounds of Common, Sade, and Badu, and you?
I wanted to love you so I could tell the entire world about it and how you were like a breath of fresh air ‘cause I’m so used to it being polluted
and I trusted you ‘cause no other man sparked my interest the way you did.
See, I’ve let down my guard for unworthy dudes who took my heart, but they done chopped and screwed it
Like? Baby, you know how many times this destination to Mr. Right been rerouted?
I wanted to love you greater than the pain that made me feel I’d never be able to love again.
I wanted to love you ’til you ran my mind at 4 in the morning to inspire more poetry in the depths of my heart
I wanted to love you freely, allowing you to grasp every detail of this growing spirit — my admiration palpable
I wanted to love you in ways unexplainable, if you only knew the plans I had for you
I wanted to love you in slow motion as if I owned time.
Time that got wasted once again,
time that I wanted to spend endlessly with you,
time that tick, tick, ticked until all your true colors blue (blew) up in my face, and…
It’s sad because — I wanted to love who I imagined would be my forever best friend
I wanted to love you like rehearsing more bars from Children’s Story and La Di Da Di together…or Mona Lisa
like sharing laughter and beatboxing over boxes of pizza
and what’s the unit smaller than a nanosecond?
‘Cause even those were spent in bliss too, and it’s all because
I really really really wanted to love you.