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Comment by Bradley on December 18, 2009 at 11:38pm

it seems we are running the same race
are in the same time and place
cleaning house, cleaning our souls
i know i am incomplete
and not quite sure if i'll ever be whole
cause there are pieces of me
lingering about
floating around in my head
but i must pull the pieces of me together
it's time to put the demons to bed
in your case my love
you must forgive to be released from bondage
in my case i must release the internal carnage
i've been eating myself up alive
I've been my own worst enemy
snacking everday on my esteem
like they were good and plenty
now i am good and ready
to regurgitate all of the negativity
I have been feeding myself
no longer can i put this off
no longer can it gather dust
sitting on the shelf.

i receive your calls gratefully
your voice soothes me
i still love your chicago accent
and i look forward to when
i can stand hand in hand
with you my faithful friend,
i love you!

Comment by Keturah on December 18, 2009 at 10:46pm

I'm glad we dream together
Words flowing like the wind push a feather
Fluently collaborating
Never Mistaking
I'm cleaning now
cleansing my heart, I'm getting endowed
Getting into my core
Keeping it from getting sore
I've been torn, and my heart has been cracked
Disrespect, I don't like that
So, I clean, trying to keep from being mean
Know what I mean?
The whirlwind of a life that I now live
In a trap, I still feel that I need to give
I perputrate as if I'm all good
I often pray that I only misunderstood
But, I'm still standing
and now, with a turn of a head, I am demanding
Through my words I speak
not of just one situation, but several that I'm in way too deep
I have a list of things that I'd like to share
If you could only dare to bare
and I know you care

Yeah, my knees aren't hurting cause I pray inside
Inside my darkness where I often hide
Meditating on the most esquisite wine

You know how liquior often times go down real smooth......?
My God has been soothing me from the blues
They keep showing their ugly little faces
Forcing me to forgive the past traces
And I look at the woman who oftentimes mirror me
Damn, my mother is who I see
My job as a good daughter has made me doubt my whole being
The birth of me, how serene
My presence is the loudest quiet
That's why I pray, and to forgive, I ask the Lord.....Can I try it.
And I have Brad, I have tried, and I thought that I did
Completely forgive and let go of the bid
I thought I'd already let the past go
But God reminds me that I haven't every time I walk inside the front door.
So, I'm cleaning.........I'm cleaning a room that does not belong to me
Healing and trying to forgive the woman that looks like me,
or I look like her
but I am definitely ready for a detour.

Comment by Bradley on December 18, 2009 at 7:17pm

Your dreams are my dreams
i am going through a storm too
trying to visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
but I am coming up short and i have no clue
of what to do next
my muscles i've flexed
sick and tired of my job
on my hands and knees
and praying to God
to send me something new
A new career that prosperity leads to
I mean comes from
I am looking, I am searching for that number one
That pleasurable occupation
in which I only have fun!
For many Days i've been alone
battling bouts of deep depression
looking for methods to condone
to explain
the reason for my extreme mood swings
i've lost my voice and my ability to sing
looking to get it back
seeking to find the words
to bring my happiness back
but i know it all lies in the Lord
he is my rock
His Word my double edged sword
able to cut through
any enemy that needs to be defeated
for so long i've retreated
not putting on my full armor
leaving behind the substance of my success
but today I shall rest in him
and with you My Friend
i WRITE again
my collaboration partner
the lyrical lady of my life
I send my words to you
knowing something good will be returned
like butter you churn
pushing out intellectual content
you inspire gross intent

thank you!

Comment by Keturah on December 17, 2009 at 11:56pm

You did
Yet, I missed you again
In hopes of so many words to send

So much has been going on in my life, of late
Have been doing plays and writes of a shrew name Kate
Shakespearean's stage has been taming my dates
So, because of this shrew, I've had to take a look at my life
Step back and reflect and get rid of the strife
Responsibilities
have taken a toll on me
I've lost weight
getting only 2 hours of sleep, for work, trying not to be late
Giving kisses to my kids
I'm now trying to find us a crib
Don't know which way to turn
but for your words I yearn
Calling you, hoping you will pick up
On days that I don't really want to give a fu.....
Jumping to conclusions of my man's love
Now I am convinced that he was sent from above
The opportunities of vibing with you
I miss you, I have missed you
But eventually, this dream of mine will come true

Comment by Bradley on December 17, 2009 at 7:03am

it seems that again i let time fly by
and last nights opportunity passed me by
Nala was waiting patiently for me
and i was slumbering deep
i thought she also fell asleep
or just got a little too busy for me
but as I awoke this early morn
my heart felt a little torn
so i ventured back to our virtual place
in hopes that you left a note
and you did, but there's more in store
tonight i hope i can make you mine again
tonight i hope to relish in your pen
strokes of love, quotes of passion
though we missed one another in the distant night
it will be my duty to send my butterfies of words
in flight tonight

Comment by Keturah on December 16, 2009 at 10:57pm

Don't know what to call this, but I must say
I must my boy Brad, I hope he can come out and play
It's been a while since we last talked
I shedded tears while I took my walk
But he set aside time for me to talk.
Where are you B. What are you doing
Holla at your girl

Comment by Bradley on October 11, 2009 at 10:26pm

She has been seeking me out
and I have just been running about
missing her much the same
play tag and other childhood games
smiles come to me when I think of her name
my countenance begins to change
my phone, it rang
and she sang
songs of love and happiness in my ear
songs of distress when it seemed storm clouds were near
songs of longing to have me there
very near to her bosom
listening to her heartbeat's and rhythm's
there it was a cataclysm
of socialism
our present was not grim
but a happy medium
into what I describe
as deep infatuation
a love for the art romantic floetcism
poetry flowing, steadily in motion
yes life can be a tumultuous ocean
and these snapshots we take
are hard shell crustaceans
where the outer layer protect
the softer precious inside
so in her words i glide
drift on the wings of her vocal tones
once imaging her moans
now wishing she had a clone
just so she could be in two places at one time
and I really don’t mind
that there’s another like me
and he the real thing and I the mime
Cause really like Mike said “The girl is mine!”
For true love is blind
It is gentle and kind
And every day I tend to remind
Myself of the preciousness of good friends
Whether bff’s or fwb’s
The reason I know she was meant for me
Is because we create our world through poetry

Comment by Keturah on July 23, 2009 at 12:00am

It takes two or more to collab
Thus far its only been me and Brad
I wish that other would join,
so we can flip this freakin coin
Don't be scared just take a bite
Erotica, intelligence, or fight
Not literally though, just jive
Let this collab be your other nine to five
It's fun, it only take a few lines
A punch line and some poetic rhymes
Just try, it's only for fun
and in the end, you'll feel like you're number one.

Dedicated to all the members of this network

Comment by Bradley on July 21, 2009 at 12:37am

its time for us to come together again, I wanna partake in some lustful sin
my libido has spiked from within
my telescoping rod is protrudin
ready to take all of you in
the combining of us is destined
can u finish my thoughts
can you begin this episode of sexin

Comment by Bradley on June 19, 2009 at 1:54am

you are too gracious my sweet ketchup
i am merely a humble man
doing all i can
to be a great friend,
thus far i am
for i am but a small grain of sand
and you and i are beginning to make glass
we take take notes while sitting in class
our words are the looking glass
revealing me to you and you to me
where distance is an idiosyncrasy
an involuntary pulmonary artery
that continues pump life
into my curiosity
I desire to be where you lie
hand you a handkerchief
that catches the tears you cry
tears of joy,
tears of realization
tears that are a product
of the time we've waited
to embrace for the first time
and feel renewed and drained
sedated and resuscitated

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