I'm starting to see orbs now. yes, orbs...

“If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present.”

these are a couple verses I wrote to a beat my cousin made sampling "Not Like Crazy" by Jill Scott.


When we first met
I couldn't deny
my soft side
once I saw those eyes.
And then I peeped ya style
a soulful soul
who sings
with great vocal tones
that ring
in my ears like mobile phones.
Yo,
I'm trippin
over the fact that exist and
I need you here within inches
of me, in an instant
like TV dinners.
No resistin
these feelings
that I'm spillin
on this here notepad
cuz...

("What you do is crazy baby; not like you belong in an asylum...")

And when we first chatted,
I was so immersed in ya voice; sounded like poetics
everytime you spoke. My boy told me to go at her.
Though I was too shy, but I told myself that I had to have her
cuz she was the fine.
No lyin,
shining like ultraviolet
rays, to this day, I'm amazed at the way she be smilin.
There;s no other girl like her.
She so talented
and well balanced that
gettin at her is challengin
cuz...

("What you do is crazy baby; not like you belong in an asylum..."