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?