…Let your fingers do the talking
Slowly but passionately
Idk why I crave it
Maybe because it’s so secret
Anywhere and everywhere
Don’t need preparation or permission

Once you get started
Make sure we reach our destination
You know I get restless
And need the next natural process
Stay playing keep away
With my tongue
Wrestle with my lips
Until the audience
Is uncomfortable….

i need you to love me.
love me like a drought loves rain.
love me like a fat kid loves cake.
love me like how the treble loves the bass.
love me like freedom.
love me like peanut better and jelly.
love me like macaroni and cheese.
love me through good times and disease.
love me like forever.
love me like life is not complete without me.
love me like your missing puzzle piece.
love me like i am an extension of you.

check the box if you have read these terms and conditions.

i love you.
love you wholeheartedly.
love you without apology.
love you and don’t hide any feeling.
love you in your madness and your peace.
love you til your scars recede and your soul speaks.
love you til our dream becomes a daily reality.

i need you to know and believe
i love you.
love you like a drought loves rain.
love you like a fat kid loves cake.
love you like how the treble loves the bass.
love you like freedom.
love you like peanut better and jelly.
love you like macaroni and cheese.
love you through good times and disease.
love you forever.
love you because life is not complete without you.
love you because you are my missing puzzle piece.
love you because you are an extension of me.

please copy above in your own handwriting so admission committee knows you agree.

lastly please initial, sign and date.
Once approved, take me out and seal our fate.

~26.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

i should have known
when you keep selling
you, yourself have a hard time believing
what your tongue is spraying
how many different ways
can you tell me facts that never change

years for me you were hunting
but i was being cautious
of your advances
your reputation made you daunting
like a politician moving
wolf in sheep’s clothing
got all the up-and-coming skeptical of your whole being

::Boy, look at me in my face
Tell me that you’re not just about this treble
You really think I could be replaced?
Nah… I come from outer space
And I’m a classy girl
I’m a hold it up
You full of something but it ain’t love
And what we got is straight overdue
Good luck finding somebody new::

no matter what your business is doing
your actions are toxic
Free is the only way you be rocking
so your mind
you truely lost it
i’m taking my kids
on stage, mics we be dropping
giving you connections, i will be stopping
good luck in NY, tryna be footprinting
baby, each borough
got my number
blackballed you becoming

::if your lips are moving, if your lips are moving
If your lips are moving, then you’re lyin’, lyin’, lyin’, babe::(x2)

The elite tried to warn me
but i wanted you to be brand new
different time, different life
different situation, different scenes
Grant game money tight
Renigging on a promise, tho
that ain’t right

::Hey, baby, don’t you bring them tears
‘Cause it’s too late, too late, babe, oh
You only love me when i bring the dollars there
You’re so two-faced, two-faced, babe, oh

:If your lips are moving, if your lips are moving
If your lips are moving, then you’re lyin’, lyin’, lyin’, babe: (x2)

~20.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

Song lyrics from “Lips are Moving” by Meghan Trainor

a substance free creativity
so easy in my being
i allow it as heavenly message delivery
substance free imaginative streak
why is that so hard to strive to achieve
when did it become strange to see
sex and rock & roll with the Lucies and spliffs
Drugs & creative consciousness
Such a common partnership
I begin to wonder
if creativity was never God’s gift
But a seed to be watered
by temple damaging magic pills
liquids that get you lifted
and awkward concoctions
to get you wired

i thrive
in substance free creativity
haze is not what my bars crave
chemicals are not what i need
to make my trills and runs stay
in your ears to marinate

all i need
is
me
a god given message
a heart for delivery
a mode and method for my soul to speak
and lines on a page that are not afraid to get dirty

is my free flowing proclivity
for poet speak
such a rarity
i have become the minority
the naturally unnatural of mercenaries
called to bring peace and harmony
to the country
destined to succeed in world unity
completely substance free
while dispersing my projects
for all to eat and digest
resulting in a changed mission and personality
to be change we want to see
exude the positivity
our youth yearns to be
so our legacy
stretches form sea to sea
hilltop to mountain peak
resting when all are unafraid to accomplish their dreams
listening to their souls preach
through unadulterated creativity
tell me you see a possibility?
Nothing is impossible when you believe

~17.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

Due to the sensitive nature of this piece, I will only be posting a snippet of it. To see the whole piece, Order your copy of “Devil’s Music” in 2016.

Dry those tears madre
Everyday the pain travels farther
i now cry tears like a martyr
my voice has become stronger
anything God makes Satan can never put asunder
The strength you birthed in me
the 8th wonder
all women are as strong as a tea bag in hot water

yes i kept the whole truth
from you
only to keep our love as forceful as crazy glue
i didn’t want the remnant of pity and sorrow
to emanate from your soul windows
i wanted happiness to radiate
being something you continue to marinate
not the pain i endured
through my soul and spirit’s rape…

~11.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

my spirit began questioning
and quelling
its essence
i began to feel nonexistent
as my presence
was never good enough
never good enough for its own space
for its own stage

when you said
i should be more like her
you voiced me dead
it never marinated in my brain
it just muffled around my head

i was born in a different season
in between changing scenery
from cold autumn winds
to crispy inverno foliage
and shiny crystal visions
i wasn’t made to be
her splitting imagery
she is Spring
I am Fall AND Winter
personalities so different
dreams of opposite coastal success
our legacies will be royally addressed

when you said
i should be more like her
you voiced me dead
it never marinated in my brain
it just muffled around my head

“imitation is suicide”
a slap in the face of God
Telling Him he made a mistake
in His celestial clay
in His arms we both cling and stay
embrace our uniqueness
forever forward from this day
marvel in the passions we partake
for a better world, our hearts desire to make

~10.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

Did you die your locs
For the freedom
Of the leaves in autumn

Did you miss the evergreens
And their bald transformations

Did you miss turkeys and the itis
Cold winds and family focused holidays

I see you try to follow trends
With strawberry to blonde ombre ends
As streaks to spice up
Your double Chocolate chip brownie thick width strands

Did you miss the pumpkin patches
So you added
A taste in your delicious crown
Of historical roots

Did you die your locs
For the freedom
Of the leaves in autumn

Please tell me
Quell my question
Because my crown
Is curiously wondering

~7.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

I wish I could b like you
Lingering on lips
Staining bodies
So you never forget
Changing personalities of all you are in contact with

I wish I could be like you
Falling off bone
Shredded
But still with powerful presence

But still
No matter how many years I have been marinated
I have to fight to be noticed
I have to have a ting tang
Just to be worth something
I have to water down my substance
In order to be digested
And understood

I know I’m saucy
But the flavor seems not to last
Evaporating the moment I leave the mic or room
I thought the past was in the past
My present continues to mirror the past
Experience should increase your respect
Not diminish your impact
Luckily my mission is bigger than ego
Bigger than dollars and cents
It is heaven sent
Divinely favored
The road less traveled
The pen less managed
Freedom given to the soul

I guess because I am not food
Everyone has the right to be rude
Let them be pepper
And i be salt
My words have longevity and take you to school
I patented my swag
You can’t script this walk

~6.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

Here I am
Mt olivet
Feeling the spirit wind
Around all the languages
My thoughts surround and inundate
how you away from me, they take

“Whoever fall upon that stone shall be broken”
You still are my broken piece
Nothing can equal your priceless worth
The silver equals that of dirt
H0w can they continue to quantify a soul of such a mighty birth
You continued to serve
When lead was your cause
No matter how many times they were to do you wrong
Peter thrice before the crow in the morn
But judas, but judas with a kiss before the dawn

::I am guilty
Ashamed of what I’ve done, what I’ve become
These hands are dirty
I dare not lift them up to the Holy one::

This shame your world did not have
I walked alongside you
Til the end of your time
Beautiful robe worn for a short while
Spiting on you m
Hitting you
Mocking you
They made up their mind
To kill you, the king of the jews
Two acts of “mercy”
At the place of the skull
Man of cyrene
Carrying your cross
Vinegar instead of water
Weakening you with every cost
I wish I was at gethsemane
Instead of you to take this on

::You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be yes
How can it be ::

My hologram sat there
Foot of cross
Separated from my body
The only way I could be
Overcome by grief
barely comprehending john was to take care of me

“For they know not what they are doing”
As they gambled away the beauty you had adorned
As you continued to be scoffed
at by the crowd
no sympathy they had for you now

Three hours of sudden darkness
“My god why has thou forsaken thee”
My heart continues to break
As the earth began to shake
Take me lord, take me instead
Filled with sin,
I see you lower your head
Dreading what has to happen next
“it is finished” trickled from your lips
Your last cry
I held on to ever whimper
As You gave up your ghost

::Though I fall, You make me new
From this death I will rise with You
Oh the grace reaching out for me yes
How can it be
You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free::

Captive I was
To grief
To lose my most beloved Son

White was not pure enough
To be your last outfit
But I watched over you
My eyes pierced to each. and every. single.move even nature’s shift
I indulged you in spices and ointments
To show my care
Even though I felt and knew your spirit had left me there

::You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be yes
How can it be::

Still Here I am
Mt olivet
Covered in the spirit wind
Around all the languages
But all I can think
is how you rose again
on Sunday morning
Thank you God for coming
back to me

::You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free x2
I am free yes
I am free::

5.apr.2015

Italicized Song/lyrics by lauren daigle, “how can it be”

Strong yet delicate
Scarred but smart
Understanding my make up
As a healing piece of art

Not afraid to become pressured
To break up my battle scars
Being patient with your faint of heart

Forceful and feisty
Creating magic where there was dainty
Always ripe for connection
Producing poetry in our motion
Directing my path and direction
Although your mind was in constant deflection

Your hands
They spoke a language
You are still afraid to
A future reality
Never tainted by
what your mind
let seep through
If only the nerve endings were strong enough
To eliminate the hypothetical that ruined us

Your hands
Created a dialect
That you were afraid to use
Not ready to settle
Because you, you were afraid to lose
Talking to her better than you ever could
You didn’t want to take the time to mettle
With her
But She was never judgemental

Your hands
Communicating our current truth
But now those stanzas I have to lose
We became uncouth
Despite nothing being loose

Now when we write together
My brooklyn will be jaded forever
Because your hands
Are attached to you
But no one else can depict my brooklyn so clever

As I try to finish all the unwritten lines of the you i once knew
Can you talk to your hands
So they can introduce you to the truth

~4. Apr. 15~
#napomo2k15