You were never jaded Never worn down Or torn after all these years Artwork standing intact Workmanship like you is slowly fading extinct Ever since sixteen candles decorated your cake You've reminded me of the Sistine Chapel You were pristine battles where bullets of sweat and paint landed exactly where they were meant to. Finding … Continue reading Pristine
You made me forget Rhythm And Rhyme Formation and syllables Keeping Thought Aligned Learning from a queen I Got Information This realist was ready to reenlist With my miss I'll walk confidently through all levels of our awaiting inferno My morning coffee You give me a reason to wake up, But you make it that … Continue reading Morning Coffee
Taste is relative. Life gives a perfect balance of lemons and sugar, you have to create your own juice. A man between life and death, when given more than enough rope to survive will make his own noose Choices can take your last breath.
I remember we would stand hip to hip Juxtaposed for these pictures. Conjoined in memory But not in destiny