just felt the urge....

[Jaiden Mars]

ur smile
uprooting my nerves
ur voice
the epicenter for my trimmers

thought u speak in docile tones
i still
find you pleasing
curious of ur appeal

see, this is just business
this concept
i do get
not tryna be the victum of school boy crushes
and daydreams

lupe save me
gimme the cool
the ring of secrecy
i'll take it to my grave merrily

life is but a dream
yet somehow
ur my awakening
you quicken
quaking me
i was firmly grounded in loathing
but ur taking me

up
up
and away
though ur not my happiness
ur something like lemonade

and now i can't stay
fridged
glacial
cuz ur warmth radiates

surging new life
into krypton's son

yet i have only one question....

will u be my friend?


Yo, just had to get this off my chest. Kinda goin thru something and don't know how to convey it in leimans terms.

[Waberi]

I reply - because I'm not a layman.


Again to feel the light that
touched my breast last
in hot showering rays
love in the air and on the skin
bitten and left scarred
by Saturn's ring
like dark or day
repeat the phrasing of fingertip
pianissimo
& braille legend across
once arid plains of memory now flushed
I need to go back to the darklush dream
where I saw the future fashioned like dewdrop glimmer
like twinkling Stars left in the wake
of a tortuous tongue
and I am Sacred
I want to listen to lips swollen like seas
in penumbral swoon, tell me
the motion of the wind that cools a
heated redress
to suck whispered codetta
sweet wet words...
that languish in tidal rise and fall rhythm
heart racing toward joy
and wrap legs around chance
and ride a comet glissando-
a Soul's avalanche...
let my limbs embrace it
I am an Angel
cometh mythic
as if a phantom inherits
this glow; our love
becomes
a fable
feverish
lumbering along
its march toward confluence
bravery in fits and starts
mimicking yore
twisting against itself
a bouquet of desire and circumstance
looks like my body caught; pierced through
con brio
like a concubine
a stellar dervish
in love's pirouette
my prayers via
momentum's course
become history