Slowly but surely I have begun to fill a binder with my writings found on napkins, receipts, notebooks, sticky notes, photographs, journals, and postcards, wherever I could storage a series of thoughts I may have dreamed up or felt in the moment. Writing poetry,songs, rhymes, etc. is therapeutic for me a release of whatever I feel that allows me to empty my mind onto paper and return me to the present moment. Hope to hear some responses as they start to trickle in amidst the other future posts on this creative journey I have set out upon.
"I would like to know if I could be the type of lady you could get down for"
Got me dancing to the oldies like I never been in elementary school innocent love before.
Flying across cities to be a nervous wreck knockin' on your door.
Don't mean to be asking so many questions but I wanna get to know the man behind the face I adore.
The spirit you is the one I implore.
Flip switch on the record Rewind to past lives our energies aligned.
Surpassing the infinity of universes time .
Melting into cosmic synthetically Beat.
Here comes that southern heat,
Spreading my doors open a place for you to retreat,
Sip on the honey of life so sweet,
As wet as the floods taking the northern Cali streets,
Whenever our minds meet .
Paint this portrait with me,
two Midwest kids loving the west coast rainy days, and the rhythms of their heartbeats.