Every time you meet a philosopher who is born to think
i think, i think, keep thinking that
2015 is going to be a good year,
now I don't wanna jinx it
as much as i think about how
my days have lead me to this place
and the memories not yet made,
waiting to be unwrapped like chocolate in foil
so ready to spoil
these nuts really hit the spot.
I swear my mother generates idioms
and catch phrases, by accidental word play
and it becomes real
hits a hot spot when the temperature drops
but it's soft like slushy snow and that sounds sweet
when you're sailing down the slick white rooftops
of another place, in another city
feeling your body move through vertical persuasion
white lightnin in a non-verbal world
if i'm an oyster, this is my pearl
whoever invented this sport is a genius
i've got so much to think about
you have no idea how difficult it is not to just spill it
all over this page like beer on the coffee table
after a knee-jerk reaction to a football game,
i don't even like football unless it's real football,
let's just stop calling it soccer for fun.
i swear i'm a body bursting at the seams,
sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally
i want to be a book that someone reads for fun
and they read it again because it resonates
and it makes sense
I want to breathe and irrigate the depths of someone's mind
who takes time to bother with reading my little words.
yes folks, this is anotha late night ramblinz
brought to you by me,
while i'm nowhere near the sea
wishing i could stay a few more days