December 2010
15 posts
I'm Not That Deep
I don’t have time for fancy metaphors
That shit that makes your soul move
Or make a Howard crowd go “Mmm…”
I have no patience for the frivolities of poets painting word pictures for niggas who probably couldn’t care less about what you’re standing there saying
…unless you’re sexy
Which I’m not or at least I’ve never been told
unless...
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny...
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“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream...”
– Edgar Allan Poe -Eleonora (via wordsofedgarallanpoe)
