nobody warns you about the first boy who tells you he wants to marry you.

nobody warns you about the tangible shift in the universe when he parts his lips to smile.

nobody warns you about the poetry he'll write you or how your knees will weaken or the melancholy hidden between the layers of his laughter.

nobody warns you that miles will morph into lightyears and you will curse the ocean for being the only thing that keeps his fingers from resting between yours.

nobody warns you about the day his sweater doesn't smell like him anymore.

nobody warns you that human hands are incapable of holding a person together.

nobody warns you that sometimes love is not enough, no matter how much you wish it was.

nobody warns you about the crippling nostalgia that renders you breathless.

nobody warns you about the nights when silence screams for your blood.

nobody warns you about the crater that forms in your chest in the middle of the night when he doesn't answer.

nobody warns you about how it's going to feel when he tells you he's in love with someone else.

nobody warns you that forever is a lie.

- m.f.

It's a fiasco that Lupe had to ask fo'
That old school lovin'

From his new school sistah
And his brand new brotha

We have cousins who only want to shine like mcnuggets
Golden and frozen
Only to consume materials and chemicals
Unidentical to anyone who is Familial
Being a individual is habitual

My Old Head once said
That love is the ultimate residual

He also said that if you want to go fast, then go ahead and 'haul ***'

But if you want to go far, then let's all grab a hand and we can make it to Mars

We had wise elders
Working men and women
Destined young children

A household of resilience

Today I don't see the resemblance

Now days our commonality is technology brilliance
Common sense hindrance
Essentially ignorant
Aesthetically belligerent
Peer success is resented
Pure disrespect is persistent
Disconnected by the church
Dispirited by the religion

Freedom must I mention
...
Is unattainable by oneself
You have to love and be love
Help and be helped

Lupe feel what I felt
Why must we be negligent to Old School Lovin?

I miss the old school woman
Or am I just a expired man?
With a discontinued heart,
And past due plans...

I miss the old school family
Or am I just a terminated son?
With a ceased smile
And a elapsed interpretation of fun

I thought the past impacted the future
But I will take a pass on my future
As long as you are away

As long as I'm here
As long as you love me
Gimme that old school love right now

Dear nostalgic memories,
I think of you as the wind smiles into a breeze,
almost like this sleeping city is making it ease,
lights are coming to life as my cigarette is dying,
the sleepy warmth and moonlight glow,
is something I am starting to love, to know,
watching from my own little spot,
a sense of ease and a feeling of dread,
come sweeping in waves inside my head,
to feel longing for what has been said and done,
and a hope for what is to come,
I am like the dancing dead,
I should be asleep and in bed,
but the lack of comic mischief,
and cosmic drama,
are keeping me away,
making my little stairwell,
one of my many pieces of heaven,
in a life that can feel like hell,
so I will sit here and pay the price,
of not sleeping tonight and not waking tomorrow,
because I can feel the ocean breeze, and for once in a long time in my life,
I can say,
I just feel nice.

Dear my hopeful tomorrow,
I walk the streets during the day and during the night,
for you to take away my sorrow,
its hidden but still there,
and I feel you kiss me with rain in the air,
time and people move slow here,
like they know the date but forgot the year,
so I keep the headphones pressed in my ear,
wondering yet smiling, how did I get here,
tomorrow will be beautiful I say,
as the clouds and rain tell me you're going to stay,
I can dance with a memory,
but feeling down and low,
I smile as I hold my hand oot,
and ask like a geek for you to dance,
my hopeful tomorrow

She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape

the city and it's music
every changing
the city and it's music
daily rearranging

you can hear the distant thunder
kept in time by city drums
a beat of urban tires
that makes the city roadways strum
the wind blows through the subway
you can hear the wires hum
it's the city making music
shut your eyes and listen some

the band has no conductor
there are horns and there are strings
there's a bass back from the buses
listen to the joy it brings
it's a concert in the city
by the city and it rings
the bells from downtown churches
and the piegeons flapping wings

you've an orchestra around now
listen close, it never stops
from the cars racing through downtown
to the whistle blowing cops
it's a different kind of music
it's got a rhythm that just pops
it's a gritty harder sound
that echos to the building tops

cars, trucks, people walking
all are part of this great band
and the best part of this music
is it's spread across the land
each song you hear is different
nothing ever comes out planned
each city has a cadence
listen close, the show's at hand....

Listen close...you'll hear the voices
Devil, Angel, Evil, Good
One tells you what you want to do
The other....what you should
One talks to you in black and white
The other shades of grey
Which one of them talks loudest?
Who do you hear today?

There's an angel on your shoulder
And a devil in your heart
One can make life beautiful
The other...tears apart
All that you believe in
The truths deep down you hold
Which voice do you listen to?
If I may be so bold...

Your true colour's showing now
It don't take much for it to show
You've worn a mask for all of us
To keep the real you hidden low
You're an angel for the public
But the devil rules your mind
You've got dark secrets in your closet
Secrets you hope we never find

Whichever path you follow
Whichever voice you hear
Remember, the end result
May hurt those you hold dear
An angel on one shoulder
And a devil in your heart
Don't sign until you're ready
Or you're done...before you start.


Is the angel just a puppet
Or is the puppet here just you
The strings are neatly hidden
So I give the devil his due
He's won you and is waiting
Sitting, waiting, biding time
He's already told his minions
That this boy's soul is mine

Did you find him in a bottle?
Was he driving a sports car?
Did he promise you a fortune?
Did you meet him in a bar?
Did the angel look away a bit?
And then you let him in
Remember, dogs can learn new tricks
But a snake...still sheds it's skin

Whichever path you follow
Whichever voice you hear
Remember, the end result
May hurt those you hold dear
An angel on one shoulder
And a devil in your heart
Don't sign until you're ready
Or you're done...before you start.

We walked in to darkness,
putting off what we both know what it will bring,
as sadness began to flare, and anxiety started to sing,
we both looked up to stars,
knowing it's one thing that has always healed our scars,
I began to cry a bit,
knowing it was going to be a while till we got to sit,
and talk aboot how many views we got that day,
I said I love where the middle star in Orion sits,
because the darkest spot in the night sky,
is a lie,
its a gateway to every thing that has ever come to pass,
and as our cigarettes came to an, I was praying the final drags would last,
we smiled at each other with a knowing,
that in the morning I would be going,
with a sigh I put the night to and end,
talking aboot the pictures each of us need to send,
we said good night, with a belly full of lead,
the conversation never ends, but the cigarette is dead,
and we say,
sleep well and see you in the morning,
looking at you with eyes full of sad, we say I'll talk to you later,
but in my heart I am saying,
I love you Dad.