Me sitting down at union,
Waiting for the re-union of me and my people.

But they can wait still;
I can wait still,
Here I am waiting still.

I love my thoughts with  my brain participation,
I love the places and different faces,
I love the way you stare at me,
when I stare back at you and you stare back to me,
and we staring at each other like we bugging.

How about when you sit with me,
And I, 
Sit with you,
And we sitting together,
Two strangers that know each other.

But I find myself waiting still 
No wo...

Her face was beautiful like the moon and the earth is,
Her eyes were magnificent,
And her lips made me feen like toys on the park ground,
That’s what her face was and is and does to me.
Friendships that are true last for long, long time,
But what doesn’t last a long time is the face of the angry, 
And the not so peaceful face, but her face isn’t even like that;
Her face much, way much more than anything we would have recognized,
Her face is the bean that shines in the dark hallway of our ...

There are times we just come together.
At those times that we come together we are joined together.

Like the sea is to the earth and the earth is to us humanity.
Out loud we are beings of profanity.
Understanding the flows of such equality.
But what does that has to do with anything?

So I start to think about it.

Us together as in joint process

but these are my thoughts that I bring to pass.

But I love the way the world thinks.

Cause the world thinks not like I think ...

Under the shelter of the bus stop I am.

Wondering whether or not to make it.

Under the mirror of reality I am beginning to prolong this misunderstanding

That me and the trails of reflections are having against each other

i love you, do you love me

even though we are two complete strangers

that don’t even know each other.

i am her and you are over there

and i see you as i you see me

but the only real difference is

that I’m real and you’re not

OK---- You are real in your dime...

Half faced in, half faced out
I don’t know which one i want to be about
I remember just writing just to see what you was about
Yes, i miss you
But what you not understand is that
The skyscrapers you build and
The piles of green that comes to fill
It’s not the above the clouds
It’s the below below the crowds
The screams of my arms to my lungs
I can’t yell but the to you
My words come out
Because it’s annoying how you’re the facts of hell
Here’s a story i can’t tell
But i still make ...