1,000 Miles Back and the Next 5 Yrs

It took five years and a thousand miles to get where we are,

We learned to drive, I bought a car,

We turned 21, we learned to drink at the bar, and

We went from T-shirts to Polos, from sweat pants to low-lows,

From childish games, to the game of life,

Thinking about fathering children, to you being a wife,

From thinking we was grown, to knowing it was breathing down our necks,

And trying to figure out what in life comes next,

From out of nowhere, to a place where everyone knows your name,

From a private life to a lot of unwanted fame,

From speaking in passing, to passing to speak,

From not speaking at all, to speaking ‘bout everyday of the week,

From drunk on my doorstep, to crunk in the club,

From being flat broke, to wasting a dub, and

You taught me to stop caring about the outsiders looking in,

Because to play the game, gotta play to win,

And now 5yrs and 1,000 miles later, farther away but closer than ever

Had our bad times and good times, but we’ve stood through rough weather,

Been there through boyfriends and girlfriends and significant others

Been as far as a stranger, but as close as a brother, and

It took us 5yrs and 1000 miles to bring our souls close,

And if it goes no further we’re still closer than most,

So right here and now I want to say cheers,

To 1000 miles back, and the next 5 years.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing, what you’re wearing, are you alone, and

Sometimes I start to call, but listen to nothing but the dial tone, and

Sometimes I think that you play songs with me in mind & not that it’s just another love song with a sappy love line, and

Sometimes I hope that I’m the thought that bothers your heart, and

Sometimes I hope that you’ll face your fears and let me in, and

Sometimes I wonder if you’ll happened before life happens and let love win, and

Sometimes I play a song because it reminds me of you, and

Sometimes I cut it off because it reminds me of the times when It was just us two, and

Sometimes I wonder if I am wasting my time writing this rhyme, and

Sometimes I go out with her to forget about you and something jogs my memory about how

Sometimes I feel too deep to give up now, and

Sometimes Dream about you and don’t know why, then open my eyes up to the sky, and

Sometimes I hold my tongue to keep the peace, and

Sometimes I come on a lil strong, and u ignore my notes and do my wrong, and

Sometimes I stare at jpeg files to see your many faces and many smiles, and

Sometimes I want to let go and move on with my life, and find the girl who’ll be my wife, and

Sometimes I wonder if that’s your place, that I’m your King and you’re my ace, and

Sometimes I wonder if this restoration of faith in good men will in the end help someone else touch your beautiful black skin, and

Sometimes I wonder if we’ll stop playing games, talking about each other without naming names, and

Sometimes I wonder if this cycle will end, cuz I feel like a dog chasing its tail, I get real close, but still can’t win.

Letter to My Better Whole

Why would I need my better half?

I mean all of me is standing right here. Rather it’s my left half, my right half, my top half, or my bottom half, my better half stands with my worse half, my worse half with my better half, and both my halves stand together. My halves form a whole; my whole has no divisions, so I ask again, “Why would I need my better half?”

I don’t. I need my better whole.

I need a whole person, complete with their own set of dreams and aspirations and not the thoughts of trying to piggy back off mine.

See, it’s ok to accept a half if you’re looking for completion, but I want completeness. I don’t’ want to complete her, she shall not complete me, for at our time of meeting we shall already be whole. And we’ll grow in our completeness, making each other better people, not just better halves.

My better whole will meet me halfway, matching what I bring to this table called life. In a battle of wits she’ll have her own arsenal of sarcasm and punch lines. She’ll complement my sharp tongue with her own array of rhetoric come backs and smart ass remarks.

She’ll be the fun house mirror reflection of me, having all my qualities in her own quantities and our marriage will be the birth of the next great power couple with a capital HNIC.

Beneath the layers of motivation, determination, aspiration, sexual temptation, and sensual sensation lays the 12 yr old version of us, having middle school’s version of fun, but laughing like grown folks do.

I mean, if I am to be THE, she will definitely be THEONE not to be easily outdone by the masses or cheated by societies classes. Challenging the norm, breaking the mold, surpassing expectations by more than 10 fold.

And still my left half next to my right half, my top half over my bottom half, my better half stands with my worse half, my worse half with my better half, and both my halves stand together. My halves form a whole; my whole has no divisions, so I ask again, “Why would I need my better half?”