sleeping on jilly from philly

"i waited for your call but you chose not to call me I wonder what happened were you inside a safe space and then two I wondered were you thinking about me and if you were why was I feeling so lonely by the phone alone to the bone but the night before you were in my home my body my dome in a circle of passion we paris italy japan africa rome...we made music we tromboned...it was magic the way it happened pure electricity...I felt so inspired and afraid at the same time i don't know whether to sing or to rhyme...call me." --jill scott

no agreements. just actions. some see it as two ships passing in the night. we're really like two undercover cops with independent purposes...i'm putting on an act to protect myself as you put on a mask to keep yourself closed. you must be a better cop than i am because every and then i come close to blowing my cover. maybe its because i've played cops and robbers so long I'm tired of running away. i kinda want to be caught. one day we'll decide to stop disguising ourselves as hooker and john and admit who we really are.

doc

When it hits the print its finished. When the facades are gone its done. When I get transparent beware because I've officially just lost one. If we started out with twenty points a piece...you lost all of them when that chick called my house. Your score: 0, my score: 20. Situations occur and past things sometimes surface in the present...cool. The way I handled it: a perfect 29.

I wish we could just cut the bullshit...I could tell you how much of a breath of fresh air you are for me and you can stop wavering between natural attraction and flawed logic. No, I don't know what it is...nor am I trying to make it anything. It just is...without rhyme or reason. Whatever "it" is...lets wait it out.

My score: 49
Your score:25

The heart of a child

I'm jealous of children. While taking care of adult business, extracting money from my adult account to pay bills, a little girl was in the bank with her mom singing "five dollars...i got five dollars...ten dollars...I got ten dollars." It was the sweetest little sound and she made you want to get corny and sing along with her. As the cute little black girl sang her money song, a six year old latino boy cruised by on his sneaker skates. How cool is that? Sometimes you feel like walking...sometimes you just want to roll on by. These kids didn't have a care in the world and I'm busy thinking...rent $$$$, cell phone bill$$, car note$$$, car insurance$$$, etc. I want to be a kid again. I want to wake up on Saturday mornings watching Garfield and friends with a heaping bowl of apple jacks and the funny papers. Lets go back to the days of waking up on weekend mornings at 8:00am to arrive at ballet by 9:00am, jazz at 10:00am, and modern at 11:40am. Remember when you were excited about your birthday party because all your school friends were there to enjoy the clown with you? Now we're just thanking God for another year of life. lol I'm going to back to childhood and I'm bringing my cabbage patch kid named "Bobbie Daryl" with my matching Cabbage Patch themed Big Wheel. Hell, I might even bring Teddy Ruxpin!