Taste me, Satisfy me, Eat me, Now lick your lips, Was it worth it? Get a grip, Flavors bursting, Hurting any thoughts of stopping, Indulge in my everything, I want you to not be able to refuse, As I do, Leaving you trapped in this voodoo, What you trying to do, Scream or moan, Pick up the phone and call for help, Or invite someone else, To experience this intense mood, Who would have thought, Food could do the do, Please no sharing, It’s one person per feeding, Too much hands involved, It’s slim pickings, Just explore my insides and out, And explode in these cravings, To yours and my delight.
You see me doing good, Do good too, You see me eating food, Eat food too, But what we not going to do, Is confuse this with that, That’s a mismatch, Don’t cash in your coins, Before it’s fully invested, Get it, It’s pulling out the race, Before you even got the shoes, So before trying to mirror me, Study in the mirror being you, Because I been me, Before you created the replica of me in you.
This poem here has a deep meaning of people trying to follow other without having a core for themselves. It’s like you want people to be successful, but don’t do it from basically following me, but more adapt my ideals and create your own success being you. For the same things you won’t get exactly, like the emotions, the same respond or respect. So be carefully who you choose to mirror. 🙂
Have you ever just stopped, To smell the flavors in the air, Or quiver your ear, Or stare into the abyss, Of the mist of drippy tears, Trying to wonder why, We lie, Tying tales together, Fearing leakage, The damage that can’t be recalled, Feeling their tiny feet, A new life, Little heartbeat, Something old reborn? What’s was your last important thought?
Through the aisles, Down the block, Hours going in, Must punch the clock, I flock to where the crowds are, But all I hear is just noise, To the other side, I am trying to go, I am trying to go to all the toys, I want to play, For I worked hard already, I am just passing through, Don’t mind me or what I am saying…
This is little, poem/prose to remind myself and others to just pass through the noise and get to where you need to get. The world is going to keep putting distractions, commercials, people, obstacles, and a bunch of garbage in your way and begging, and dying for your attention. But it’s when you close your eyes or even with it open, just cross the path without being caught in the mix. #BirdBox 🙂 lol ha ha
Deep inside I felt it’s true, The way I feel about you, Confused I was I must confess, That you were my best, My future, that should have been my present, Now my past, but it won’t be our last, The time we meet, See you soon, sweetie.