today's vibez

 POEM

The moment when I was reborn.

The light scared me as it peeked through the trees.

My eyes remain shut until you kiss me.

The riverbend is a great place to lay my head .

Some things look different, but many things remain the same.

Where you send your love and where it ends up are two different things

Birds fly above me, now I know I’m on earth.

The skin is rough, and her nails drag.

The river water quenches my thirst.

I ruffle around in the field a bit.

By the looks of it, many have been here in the past.

When you can read my lips I will let you have 

the key to my black heart. 

gonna sing a song for you.

You are wasting your time chasing the girl with long hair

Her man will take her to the river’s edge tonight and kill her.

Stop loving on things that already get enough love.

You know who you are. Love is in the air for sure.

The time has come, to meet all the lonely lovers.

You can meet the one that owns your heart but just

Closing your eyes and dreaming.

She dances in your dreams at night.

And she taught you how to write.

The women you want is waiting for you

By the back porch. Now stop it

With the girls who have lovers. They

Can love you too, but not the way

You want. There are two types of love. 

Remember that. 

I met a man named Mr. Strawhat

I met a man with a strange story

He was black and wore a straw hat.

The hat was bought from a flea market

And his right thumb was missing.

But the thoughts buried deep in his

Mind were still there.

Vivid images, stories with horrible

Endings. This man has seen the

World at it’s worse.

He saw the president get

Shot. And he witnessed a

Man killing himself.

Back then the world was a different place.

It was better for the soul to understand

The human rights. He told me about

His grandfather who came all the

Way from Europe to fight

 In the wars.  

Mr. Strawhat used to trade his

Coffee beans for goats’ milk.

The survive you think of

Only the minimal you

Don’t think of what you want.

 You get what you need.

Mr. Strawhat has now passed,

And the lavender aside his 

Grave is weeping. 

i know im a little late... but... happy belated birthday queeeenn xxoo torr

24.

summertime seems to be disappearing in the early sunsets
winter makes me happy, i feel at home during winter.
branches will dance in the brisk wind. 
socks will need to be worn, the fuzzy ones.
wool sweaters, and hot cocoa.
i can't wait till my birthday. 

today's vibezzzz.