I Want You Back

My vibes right when I'm inside.... Your life lights my might then widens the night.
All my life's like the moonlight- quarter, half then the full type...but only when I rise with you.
I can't sleep and you never do so its only logical that our ones push the sun back farther and take two like terrible toddlers.
Nobody knows me well as you do. Might as well own the rights to, liens, scenes and acts too, the whole script....written by you.
But being away from you stifles my desire.  Slowly dissipating like a punctured tire. Memory's no longer clenched...I am losing grip, hands slip and what I miss is growing foreign and farther.  Try to pick up the scent but my nose knows none like it use to.  Nasal memory's drip not run like they use to. I miss you.
Wish you can hear this pencil....I miss you. No ups all, down... all those pretty memories...I know you can hear me now...but for the record I love you.
I had you...all of you.  As many chambers as I hold, you held a home. Burrowed deep, 4 chambers and if I had five you'd dwell live, right inside, full like a 5 borough'd vein traversing the plains, lows, highs and my aim was to live off your pulse forever. Then I had to leave you and forever was a broken promise I could never reverse, retract or reword. Rewind the verse when I claimed always my heart will be your home... I replay it daily in hope that today would turn into that yesterday and all this time that I've been away would dissipate and I'd be with you, you feeding my pulse and the promise still a forever and forever still fresh, honest and us, yes a fresh us, not this stale you and me that's grown to be.
Its only right when we ride. Only place I feel right is inside. I've been just to the left of right for too many nights. Trying to rise quarter full...nothing worth howling to. Just a nail clip hanging in the dark mass of what could be.
Take me back and I'll make it last.
I ran away in haste, knew this state of mind wouldn't hold in time and I'd be back. But time never paused, hesitated or wasted a tick, just picked up the pace and my state of mind in time was aloof. Breaking out in sweats temperature rising unless.. I'd come to you. Brief visits kept my cool. Watch my cool lose and hot rise a degree at a time. Occupational therapy, still much maligned. I needed you close but in my rear view? no you. So I...I realize that this comfortable state has me wasting away. My four chambers empty cause you no longer reside. I come and visit and try and stay, just hide but you impede my every lead, crimp every creep. Want you close indeed. Try and get back inside for another ride but closed thighways prevent me. Nothing reciprocated 'cause you call my bluff each time. Know soon as I get a taste, satiate, follow the exit sign.

But the last time is coming soon. Won't be long 'till I rise with you each night a full moon. My heart's empty cause I'm here away from you.
Home is where the heart is...New York, New York...I will see you soon.
Need you.

Patty and Percy: Parts 1 & 2

The following joint is a 6 or 7 year-old AIM away message.  Remember those days?  My good friend Charlene "Chi-Chi" Smith (from the BX as well... THROW YA X'S UP!!), was one of the readers who could relate to the away message's message.  Chi-Chi's mom recently passed and Miss Chi-Chi asked if she could read "Patty and Percy" at her funeral.  An extreme honor even despite the circumstances.

So thank you Chi-Chi and her mom for raising such a dope daughter.  May God's choicest blessings, comfort and peace be with you and your family.

Rest up Miss Diane Smith...

Like to Hear it?...here it go....

patty n percy pt 1

So this story begins with 2 characters: Patty and Persy who r fraternal twins separated at birth, and here 24 years later...So Patty is the more serene, laid back easy-going twin, and Persy is the hyper-active, boisterous, aggressive one... separated u see them only for how different they are.  and now, 24 years after their intro 2 the world, they r reunited on the 2 train.  Patty's already on the train when Persy hops on at Simpson street and sits across from his twin, to be discovered.  A lil ol' chinese lady walks across the train, passes the other 18 strap-hangers by n stops rite in front of Persy... "baddery, baddery, One Dollar!"  Persy waves his hand annoyed at the ol' lady's actions..." I don't need no damn Baddery Baddery" and shows the ol' lady the back of his ipod that takes no double-a's, and returns to his pencil and composition notebook.... Patty sees this performance, smiles at Persy and shakes her head.  Their eyes catch each other n Persy says to Patty "see what we gotta go thru everyday.... I need my own private G4 to fly over all the beggars, traffic n nonsense"  Patty nods her head in agreement.  "My name's Persy" "I'm Patty, nice to meet u"  So the 2 end up sittin next to each other and engage in heavy-known you all my life- kinda convo throughout the entire ride... and the "so where r u from" moment arises.... I was born rite here in the Bronx, says Persy.  "Oh word, me too.  Union Hospital" - "Stop playin, I was born in Union too, whats ur birthday?" "July 7th, I was born at 11:57 pm, you?" "July 8th, 12:04am"

...2 be completed....

persy n patty pt2

We last left our 2 characters on the 2 train... discussing where they were born, and they discover they have waaaay more in common then they thought....

...The 2 pause n stare at each other for about 8 seconds and then they both reach into their pockets and pull a picture out of their wallet.  When Persy turned 13, his Pops gave him a picture of Persy n his twin sister- Patty's mom did the same.....  The two embraced and haven't let go since...So Patty and Persy, Persy and Patty- u can never find one without the other.  Finally combined, their differences do nothing but compliment each other.
So now I, narrator of this here story, found the twins and decided to adopt them as my own... I refer to the twins Patty n Persy now by their given names, Patience and Persistence. 
Persistence still the aggressor, but only set free to go wild after Patience determines the time is right.  Persistence gives his twin direction and opportunity when Patience catches a glimpse of Excellence in sight.

Patience and Persistence... how I shall.

Club 575

Her scent fills my urge

Senseless I'm stuck not a word

Desire.  No nerve.

Stand outside myself

self-pep-talk my speech and feet

Both ignoring me.

Maybe I don't need?

Perhaps she's poison for me?

Stop while I'm in lead.

Looks can deceive foul

Can't trust a big butt and smile

should take heed right now

I'm gonna go in

She needs some Reg.E within

Can't deprive her then

Tap her left shoulder

"What time are you gonna leave?"

She said "What you mean?"

So then I explained

You been driving me insane

That ain't nice at all.

Poking all around

Clench my cool and dragged it down

What else you gon' do now?!

You kidnapped my nose

And my eyes? You secured those

Ain't much left at all.

Gorgeous as you is,

I'm almost out of senses.

That won't work for we.

So I ask, no, plead

What time are you gonna leave?

All respectfully

Don't know how to act

Get out my head... front and back

Take your scent and curves!

I want to be me

Me with five senses and feet

that knows how to speak!

So please Lady squirm

out of the vicinity.

Rude, on purpose too!

"Damn... is it that deep?

Just sitting here quietly

ain't done much at all."

"What happened to 'Hi'

Hello and what is your name?"

I reverb the same."

"Just too hard for you?

Glued the bottom of your shoes?

Un-be-liev-a-ble."

"I sat back right here

watched you try hard not to stare.

In-fa-tu-a-tion."

"Stuck like you're a drunk

Not a peep little boy punk.

In-tox-i-ca-tion."

"You're lucky I'm bored

let me show you  how it's done

Listen, take notes.  Son"

Let me stop you there

before you think I do care

I just want a smile

Not a whole lesson

or a tongue thrashing session

Just a little time

Who'm I lying to?

All this time was stuck on you

Now I am the fool.

I'll be on my way

Maybe try another day

Heading back to school

So I left her there

and this is lone me right here

Wish I could rewind

Be way more easy

If I could read her haikuus

and my words were rhyme.