connecting*the*dots

purpose to the point of the matter exists.
the fact that remains is at the top of the list.
which often changes daily,
but somewhat less than before…
our slutting days are over now that we’ve moved up to whore-
ing direct
me to the system’s ways…
direct me to the system’s grays…
expose the in-between wrinkles which make the system pay…
my faux mo fro’ stylin’ has me on a different wave-
length of focus can sprout an early grave-
yard markers can only count so much-
more can be known through a simple touch…
a beat (or two)
a drop (or three)
mirrors in my pupils reflect eternally.

a different type of code.
a bass line to corrode.
the old…
the new…
the positive…
the shrewd…

a la mode.

the context of the game,
acted out in no ones name…
except hours,
spent on the dimes,
exposing the crimes,
a sign of the times,
puffs worth times nine;
algebra’s property leads to mine:

in capitalism, a man’s value is equal to the amount he produces.
yet, production value has been reduced to service (inconclusive…)
a service based economy is ripe for leadership betrayals.
furthering the agenda of an administration which derails:
the creative life juices.
the spirit of the common man.
the community in which he lives.
the extent to which he lends a hand.
all planned…
all plotted…
all groomed…
all hatched…
the test is open book!
the formula is up on the board!
the calculators have been made available!
it’s time to hit a chord:

the bloodsuckers "leverage."
the meek "turn the other cheek."
a third party exists.
exposed for a peek…

a BOO!

up is down
left is right
it’s time to move on
time to reach for new heights
got change for a dollar?
how about a match for my five?
sense
it’s a common drive
to pass on the right
and look to the left
riding a broad shoulder
trouble cleft
bassline theft
deft movements abound
around the town goes the sound
of a pound
of flesh
of blood
brothers switch up
retake the fight
retake the plight
retake the might
y
problemas del hombre comun
the time is soon
a half past June
three months in on the out
i hold my breath in order to shout!…

carolina

a longer road to travel to chance the unravel?
more satellites along the way to pass our desires through the fray?

you’ve got a look in your eyes
and with that pull on your cancer stick
it looks to be a struggling compromise
and although my lungs may be tar free
i can imagine your perspective
i can feel your degree
of conviction
of superstition
of contradiction
of mission critical
suspicion…
because on one level or another
it’s in my heart too
my mind goes pragmatic
my heart falls into you…

/and then i sleep/

i roll over to the waves of a deep (dream)
i see your mind begin to creep (away)
i drift past as i make my leap (of faith)
i find the distance is too steep(no more!)
of this bullshit
of this best of all worlds
of this balancing act
my heart needs to be unfurled
you see…
you’re my blistering sun
my full moon from afar
my crisp nights’ air
my shimmering star
i love you more than i can say…
more than i can say…

/sunrise/

6 days away.

the time is here
yes, now is the time
to make water out of wine
like the real extracted from rhyme
the haves and the have mores
ceilings are their floors
while working on their secret knock
they straight up kick down doors
you see, terror is pushed nightly
to establish our core fear
an appetite for the here
and now just doesn’t matter
we’re all well fed consumers and their pockets keep getting fatter
what, you think shit is gonna change
with a dollar?
or a dream?
wipe out your eyes
unplug your ears
wake up to the screams
from indochina death teams
from nicaraguan insurgent regimes
from vietnamese bloodstreams
from terrorist state schemes
power is power
green is green
you see?
deeper than a lost soul
you find the blue collar toll
trained to corrale the buck
to scream "what the fuck!?"
when capitalism capitalizes on fear
giving proud men deaf ears
you hear?
this society makes american sheiks
who pro-actively partake in high-risk stakes
to retire by 45
no matter who wakes up or not…
a shot to the head
a timely blood clot

my feet stand firm on the floor
as they pass by in multiple takes
the tension in my body relaxes
refusing to bite on the head fakes
shots whiz by my ears and eyes
my palms face upwards to the roof
slow motion moves and prefabricated lies
so just where exactly is the proof?
in the pudding
in the whispers
in the minds
in the wind
the vinyl is simply scratched
cross-faded
knowing
jaded
hatched…
a 45 revolution
a soon to be released patch

what is that
that is not craft?
the time it takes to shake and bake?
the time spent coughing up a good laugh?
the time it takes to find a large enough room?
room for one?
room for all?
the time it takes to see June in December?
the time it takes to March to a Fall?

leaves drift down every year
dried up and dead in just a few
all eyes land in the gutter
while buds refresh anew
no, you don’t need an MD to bring back
your man from the edge
your jen from her pitt
here’s my option to hedge:

drama is just drama
except when it hits off in the street

you feel me?
’cause you do steel me
from passing the solid yellow line
from counting down the time
for when my tv guide is on hold
for when the story has been told
the knowledge of self-determination
the common source of a nation
the feet in the shoes when a toll has been hiked
"the ones i like to wear when i rock the mic"

some days are just like the last
one moment you’re slow, the next moment you fast
forward two years
beyond the transition gears
late night fears
early morning tears
you up to get down
with your whip bumping through town

dropping off the clown’d

still going round and round
about time
the project is straight
we organized the wait
off the world
we stopped, dropped and rolled on a dime
the three man weave was something to save-
or
the bassline screen freed up the man-
or
the dribble, drool and school rocked the D to sleep

broken ankles cause reactionary heaps

piles form left and right
100 breakdowns form without the sight
stumbling out to fight the win’d
stunned
shunned
run’d…

shoot for five
my man has my spot
i’m out to be alive

i look to my left and see your smile
all the while i try to file
away my past
my stumbles
my gaffs
your eyes scream a subtle cry
try to tell me why
i can’t look away
today is the day
i step up to you standing straight
today is the day
in with the love, out with the hate
yeah, today is the day
i’m ready to say
i could leave this big city
the loss of my metrocard ain’t a pity
i’d go to the ends of the earth to be with you
if only just for a moment
it’d be time well spent
you see you have my heart
my lungs
my synapses
my tongue
twisted
back to the front
you know all about the game
i’m all about the hunt
but this time shit is for real
i never thought my wounds would heal
feel
me
oh my
believe it or not
i’m puffing a natural high
one plus one equals two
fu, baby
f.u.

three
her eyes are closed
disguised
hiding her questions
questioning lies
both our pasts
both our moves
both our deals
both our grooves
hour
two
inches away from my face
her breath dances in my mouth
two mouths…
recessitation
of a time stood still
reciprication
of a notion more chill
more fine
more perceptive
more wine
more…
one
beauty
an inch away
a timeless smile
a lasting taste
a momentary flicker
haste
makes
waste

fresh air
the show
must go on
i know you better than you think
i’m ready for that drink
was strong
yet sweet
her voice
makes my pass
complete.

what is sophisticated?
in a relative mix
who has experience?
with a reality based fix

i remember the day when i ached for that girl’s heart
years have gone by
i’ve since buried that spark
to play with that desire
is to play with fire
the dancing of the flames
homeward bound james
driven to the core
the embers flick to roar
whore
myself to her smile
attached
for just awhile
long enough to see
the real soul found in her eyes
behind the front
behind the coyness
behind the lies
to herself
she’s working out a plan
but to this man…

10,000 ft.

by the end of the night she let me peer into her heart
the purest of motives
it allowed me to start
the realization that we were more alike than i’d ever thought
it’s crazy how things happen
how you can jump from a knot… to a knot
you see
when she smiled
the room lit up as when the sun shines through venetian blinds
she captivated my attention
released my emotions
exercised my mind
she did jumping jacks on my soul
and found the keys to my libido
after a test drive in first gear…
holy_toledo.
at first it was a spark
and then a big roaring flame
tom and jerry had nothing on this
last night put that cat’s game to shame
i didn’t want to leave her at all
i craved a night of newfound bliss
but i’m gentleman at heart…
so i can live with such a passionate kiss

8,000 ft

open the chute…
see, that wasn’t so bad
life’s all about the chance of hit or miss

ok
so now there’s a couple of ladies that have my attention
i’ve dropped knowledge on the one
but did i forget to mention?
number two is beautiful
esquisite
refreshing
distinct
she peaked my interest tonight
arroused my attention
caught my eye
made me think
about life from a different perspective
yet similar at the same time
i’m down to get to know her
i’m changing direction on a dime
yeah, yeah fellas i know
i’m messing up my own game
dropping knowledge out in public
can only make my intensions plain
to the eyes
to the heart
to the soul
to the senses
i’m playing myself out
but oh, did i forget to mention?
that none of that matters to me
’cause i’m not all about a score
i’m not looking to hit and run
i’ve been through the revolving doors
chica uno y chica dos
are both special in their own right
so i’m down to check out both
in whatever light they might
expose themselves to me
in pitch black
or under the bright
lights
of the big city…
i gotta go to bed
i got nothing left that’s witty.

the get to know process
is as sweet as the got
butterflies inside
got my shit tied up in knots
and then all of a sudden
i’m placed on the back of the stove
but she didn’t drop me on simmer
i hopped up myself and drove…
there
there
stop having a fit
she’s been all together straight up
you don’t listen for shit
well, of course that’s not true
my ears are tuned in like a mutt’s
i’m just trippin’ on her mixed signal vibe
like a jerry lewis inspired klutz
so i guess this weekend i’m back out in the game
time to call up that chica from last thursday’s night entertain
meant…
nothing
but now it most definitely does
because our timing was spot on
it’s time to see if i feel the same way
i can’t play this game for too long
you see i’m all about a struggle
and i’m all about hard climbing
but this woman is has my world on a swivel
and i’m tired of all this rhyming
so yeah i got butterflies inside
and my shit’s tied up in knots
but just give me the long weekend
and i’ll clear this ventricle blood clot

the comp showed it’s head tonight
both in person and as a late night shout
man, it was just what the doctor ordered
i was tired from flippin’ my gray matter about
so we talked about this
and laughed about that
hair got brushed back
she exposed her tat
we walked around the block
and exchanged pleasantries
dodging between cars
leaning up against trees
laid out on the grass
under the midnight sky
she asked what i was thinking about
i looked at her and said why?
you know what?
let’s go upstairs for a nightcap or two
she grinned that grin
i slid on her shoes
M
2
3
4…
was a blast
5
6
7
my floor at last
giggling like two kids in the dark
we stumbled into my home
shot past the liquor
went straight to my foam
pillow talk was music to my ears
sweet nothings and dirty speak
dreams of life, family, careers
i had thought i’d hit my peak
until she rolled over and stared into my eyes
damn my heart nearly skipped a beat
i slid my hand between her thighs
we performed an encore to the previous feat
i’m telling you this chick was no joke
she was the "i" in team
the high in coke
so as i wrap up
and prepare to hit the sack
let me ask you one question…

how’s your back?

you see
in actuality
my night was low key as all hell
there isn’t much to describe, not much to tell
comp #1 strolled on by and we chatted for a while
comp #2 called late tonight and she’s now off speed dial
but i do hope you felt a jab of disappointment
as you got the mock blow by blow
’cause there’s something i should tell you
something you might already know
i want you to be that girl
the one who put the high in coke
the barefoot stargazer
the girl who’s no joke
the girl that’ll hit stop on floor 4
and not pause to think twice
the girl who’ll talk nasty
the girl who’s so sweet and nice
the girl who has butter soft thighs
the girl with intelligence to spare
the girl with eyes to drown in
the girl that flirtingly flips her own hair
the girl that tosses that glance
that girl is on the other side of the wall
so how about a dance?
i swear i won’t let you fall…

man…
what a spot
rock meet hard place
in-between you’ll find my face
wincing in a pain that feels oh so good
i just need some room to move
some space to find my groove
with her
yeah, yeah, i know
we’ve gone there before
she opens and then closes the door with a wink in the crack as lure…
cool enough
i like it rough
spank me,
slap me,
call me shirly
spin me round and round
make the chase a topsy-turvey
oops… there’s no chase
my bad
i forgot we already had
that conversation
this must be of my own creation
yeah… right
i need to feel your heart beating against your chest
until i do i’ll have trouble finding rest
i need to look deep within your eyes
see your soul stir and shed it’s disguise
i need to feel the small of your back
massage the pain so it’ll never come back
i need to hear your voice in a soft purr
make my world lose focus and go to a blur…

i need to stop

ahhhhh shit it’s on
going, going… gone
i’m on deck for the long
haul
that smile could make a midget stand
tall
but it ain’t like i’m just gonna
fall
for a woman whose game could just
maul
me into two halves
it would take at least two carafes
washed down by a bunch of laughs
to have me singing that song
yeah, her game is mad strong
makes a man want to go long
for a pass
i’m liking that pass
and all it takes is a glance
shit, i could fall into a trance…
whoah.
just say no.
check out that woman from the show
hang out with that cutie from down the hall
they haven’t thrown up circumstantial walls
man…
why do i enjoy putting my head through such tight fits?
ok, that’s rhetorical
it’s time to quit.
haha.