DEAR you,

Dear YOU,

You def know that i had a poem for you coming,
it jus seemed i didn't have the words but today they have been summoned,
like no doubt i love you like a sister,
but it's just lately i've been riding out and u've been seemin more like a drifter,
let me backtrack and tell you what i mean,
see to be honest i tell you MOST things but you don't really KNOW ME FOR ME,
when you and him got together it reminded me of days when i use to hear them screams,
days when my mom and dad asked us to pick a team,
but u should know about that more than anybody,
but im sorry i can't be a spectator while violence becomes your hobby,
it seems negativity is starting to exhume from your body,
i would tell u this face to face but you know poetry is my hobby,
yours too,
by the way your poetry is so beautiful,
just like your character,
it seems u are consumed with her death,
as i would be too,
but u just have to know u are not suffering alone,
REAL friends will ALWAYS be there for you,
but it seems that life is knocking on your door,but your scared to marry her,
scared to intertwine and just let life carry ya,
spontaniety (sp check lol) is prob an issue because of all the things u hide in your heart,
but it's always a cycle between the light and the dark,
what goes in the wash always has to come out in the rinse,
i just pray that this poem helps US make sense,
i just feel you have sooo much hatred in you heart from ya past,
that in most situations u feel pain when u should laugh,
but i see past that at the good in you,
I just wish u could be that person at all venues,
I just wish it was somebody u trusted enough with your secrets,
like u always talk about how u know ur worth but i dont really think you do,
u say ur insecure but to me ur beautiful,
like to be honest i cant stand what he, or he, or she, put u through,
well i hate seeing u like this so i had to take a break,
and i hope this poem is sayin what i'm tryna say...

Boom Bitch!

*SPoken Word Styyleee*

sooo i'm driving in my smooth ass sonata,
no scratch that i'm still at home,
sooo i'm on the phone with this cute fine little bumble b,
i'm playing chicken finger just tryna chill with the honey dip,
so i'm tellin her all types of shit,

sooooo i'm like "YOOO Bitch.."

no scratch that i'm like "Yooo Chick,"

ok I'm lying.. scratch that we're all grown so i'm like

"Hey miss.."

"I have a blue convertible would you like to ride.."
no sooner than i hung up was my honey dip in my ride..

she said "OOooooOO it's hot i thought you had a convertible,"

I said i do "drop ya top a little lower ho"..

she looked at me and stared i guess that was a bad joke,
so i just pumped up the 4 way ventilation since my AC was BROKE,
so me and this shawty ride out i buy her a meal,
she becomes my meal,
then I call her but she's actin funny about givin me breakfast in bed,
she caught feelings caz i messed up and gave her head,
she insisted on acting stupid and callin me a dog,
so i said fuk it then and flead her,
hope she got frontline..

sooo i'm driving in my smooth ass sonata,
no scratch that i'm chillin at one of my house parties,
shawty came through caz she wanna get naughty,
party over,
the after parties begin,
we do our thing now she wants to be more than friends,
i thought we both knew what was up before you came,
before you came,
frontline is $39.95 a box but i had to give out the treatment again,

sooo i'm driving in my smooth ass sonata,
just driving wanting to be celibate,
tired of the drama and the one sided sex,

sooo i'm driving in my smooth ass sonata,
and this girl runs into my car,

i never even seen her coming,

i stopped on my red light,
i thought she stopped on hers,

so we get out of our cars and we grab each other's information,
she tells me it's not really her car but it is but it ain't,
and i tell her this is 100% my car and to check out my paint,
so we grab some more information and she tells me she doesn't have insurance,
she doesn't wanna be responsible for what may happen,
but i don't listen..
i give her my insurance card and we settle under the table,

the owner of her car was nowhere to be found,
so we've been in her car chillin just whippin it around,
my car was in the shop gettin fixed gettin better than it was before,
and she started checkin out my house,
my bed, my couch, my walls, my floor,

mmm...

sooo i'm driving in my smooth ass sonata,
no scratch that i'm still at home,
we've been doing less driving and more staying at home,
until she tells me that she has to give her car back to the owner,
and i'm thinkin damn what was it a lease,
for all that my car is better,
who is a better driver of ya car than me,
but i decided not to get selfish,
and to not fight with foolish pride,
so i let her unselfishly let her go back to the owner f her ride,
did I wanna FUCK her up.... DAMNNNN RIIIIGHT!!

sooo i'm driving in my smooth ass sonata,
no scratch that i'm still at home,
writing this poem wondering if she's gonna keep her car or if she's gonna trade it in,
either way i think she's always gonna wanna keep me as a passenger,
but i dont know if i can play backseat,
i mean i could..

mmm..

but damn she sideswiped me and left me with no insurance,
right now my car is ok but i think it's losing it's endurance,
v6 engine but i can't get the car to run fast enough,
i wanna frontline her too but damn i ran outta that stuff,

sooo i'm driving in my smooth ass sonata,
no scratch that i'm still at home wondering what's gonna happen to my car..

Dear Lover of L,

You are the lover of life,
if u were to stand in mud i swear ya hair would become leaves,
ya arms branches,
and your legs would be figs,

fig..ments of your imagination,
would put you in a world with pro-creation,
you would be the baby of a black panther named nathan,
and a white hippie named susan,
except you would use your chants as a trigger for your lyrical shootin,
and because you are so full of life,
the evils of the earth could never be considered pollutants,

You are the lover of love,
love is not only the foundation for peace,
but the foundation for trust, communication, and sharing,

love is you,
you are love,
that is so apparent,
not sex but i figured out that you are LOVE IN A BOTTLE,
if cupid had a magazine you could be the cover model,
soo young but your spirit is so old,
wise beyond your years,
you are the lover of life that hides behind your tears,

you are the lover of longetivity,
you know time is not promised to anyone so u put ur heart into every activity,
although people tend to let you down a lot,
you being the lover of love, never let your heart stop,
your heart has to beat for all of us,
because if this was a world without trees who would the plants trust,
someone has to stand tall in the jungle,
although sometimes you may feel like a tiny beat up shrub,
understand that I'm ya brutha and I'll help u stand tall caz i too am a lover of love..
I Luv ya Brutha!!

P.S.-
I know sometimes life seems to send heavy winds your way,
but i look at you as the tree that would not sway,
the tree that chants and always reaches to the sky,
for this tree knows it's roots and aims for the most high,
thank you for being you,
plants always tend to have delicate listening ears,
so i'm thanking you in advance for our friendship that'll last for years... ;)

Dear YOu?? -- THe INtro..

Sooo I'ma bout to start to my "Dear YoU" collection.. it's going to be a collection of letters to random people just saying what I feel.. it's supposed to be therapeutic to write letters..sometimes you can send them and sometimes you dont have too.. sooo here is the start of my letters.. and I'm going to be writing it EXACTLY!!!! how i FEEL so Itz prob gonna b RhyMeAtized lmao.. but hEre goes sumthin (instead of nothing lmao)

Reverse L???

my feelings today were crazy,
vision blurry,
seeing her all hazy,
no shotgun needed to blow smoke in my face,
i swear this weed had a crazy taste,
not that i tasted it,

well i mean i had a little sample,

i laid out the leaf and sprinkled it on my sheets,
licked a lil over the top,
but i think she needed more from me so she made me stop,
think she was scared to go reach for the stars with me so she stopped,
scared of being scared,
scared of this incredible high,

this weed,

mmmm but i was denied,

i didn't want to just hit and leave it alone,
but i would for damn sure inhale until every little particle was gone,
call me a greenhead,
call me boogie potter,
call me a weed globetrotter,
call me a weedhead,
say im actin crackish,
but her weed is the piss,
fuck being a number 2,
she could so be number one,
if she would let me through,

this is the only type of weed that i fukd up rolling,
the damn L looked skinny,but at certain points swollen,
yeah true weedhead shit lol,
anyways i wish i didn't like her,
but the more i hit this L,
the more i wanna buy,
I wanna see how it feelz,
wondering if i'm icing, or do i juz have the chillz?


but i stop reminiscing,
came back to the chinese store,
ordered general tso's,
and a side of her lovin with some stilettos on her toes,
she ordered the chicken and broccoli,
with a side of my being sweet and cocky,

she had a lemonade,
i had a water,

sure wish her taste was as tart as what she was drinkin,
but that would juz be wishful thinkin,
smokin her weed got me on the high intellectual type thinkin,

wonderin shit like,
who she looks like,
who she acts like,
what does she think when she sees me,
when she hits my weed do i get her to her peak,
does she even wanna climb mt.Everest, does she even wanna see?
what is this?
why am i in my brain asking so many questions,
is that a cockroach wearing a necklace,
no more of that weed,
oh shit whats by the tree,
another fuckin possom?,
aww man her lips,
what the fuck is she saying,
sloww...

mmmm kiss me again,

her kisses are filling my lungs with her weed,
making it impossible to breathe,
telling her to let me go,
requesting she lets me leave,
but i'm starting to realize that i think she likes getting high with me...

ICE? 1st blog

** First off i have to think my lovely NOODLE >>>GOLDEN MURRAY @golden touch << Read her blogz they're great!!! but thanks to her starting up her blogs and listening to me i decided to start a blog of my own... She's probably grateful so I don't have to talk her head off every night, even though she says "brutha i wanna sleep".. i think she secretly likes my stories lmao...

Anywayz.. My FIRST blog!! whatever shall I write about..WAAAAAIT I forgot, to introduce myself and my blog..

My name is Boogie. I got this name from my mom dukeyz because i've been dancing since i came out the womb.... okay now onto the blog.... My collection of blogs are going to be rhymatizied...yeah i said it RHymAtizeeedDD... Lol... I'm am going to write about my life in rhymes..which is the way i see life. I belive Life IS MUSIC..Each note waiting to be played some people don't value music as much as they should and they lose their instruments also known as their bodies.. dig me? lol anywayz... My blog....

I wrote this poem called "GRAPES" today that i'll post at the end of my blog, but that was pretty much about my day yesterday...
"ICE"

Everyone use to want to be like mike,
but i think i'm like ice,
and your smile is a oven in the wintertime,
a sauna used to recline,
your smile is the feeling i get when I miss a project's deadline,
the feeling I get when a teacher uses red on my paper to outline,
my lack of effort,
but it is not my fault,
I am but a solid,
trying my best not to melt,
trying to cool your throat for when the smoke is felt,
out of this tubular contrapment that will fill our lungs,
i'm tryna be ya mary jane tonight,
but ima solid and if I was to tell you so I wouldn't be ice,
I wouldn't be left-handed,
I would just be right,
I just want to make you ice,
let us melt and then freeze together,
taking on all shapes and forms,
your body fitting so perfectly in mine causing me to conform,
to forget about my foolish ways from before,
when i use to holla at the other ice blocks on the door,
now itz just you and me in the tray,
summertime is approaching,
and i'm just wondering are you gonna melt with me today,
eww this poem is soo gay...but so am i soo LMAO... that was today's and yesterday's feelings!

the poem i wrote today about my "ICe" <<>!

Grapez ;)
nothin makes me happier than a good grape,
smooth on the outside,
inside, full of good taste,
what I love the most is that they come in different shapes,
some are pretty lookin, while others are lookin busted straight out the case,

eww,

all are packaged differently,most look like everybody else,
but some are labeled specifically,some are soft to the touch,
while others are so hard u touch em and they buss,
but what i really love the most is that even though all grapes look the same none of them are,
each with their individual characteristics,
if you eat it too fast, you might miss it,
but i like savoring my grapes everywhere, last place is the kitchen,

eww

but im lookin for some good fruit,
i dont know whats eating gilbert's grape,
but i know what could be eating you,
only thing is thiz grape's gotta jump off the vine,
and let that shit loose,
especially if the vine aint gonna make the grape a better fruit,
i mean i dont even have to be the one to savor the flavor,
caz truthfully i'd rather pass on the wine tasting now, if it means having champagne later,
but dont get it twisted,
the other grapes off the branch that i have tasted,
got me wonderin how this wine would taste if we did make it,im jus sayin..

can a boogie get a grape lol?