Folab's Chill Corner

You've sang your Songs with vigor and pride  You pointed To the left  You Beyoncé-yed his life.  Even Reduced what you had to Destinys Child  And all the other unlove songs that said "You don't give a fuck" about..... anymore.  And He was stupid enough to believe you.  You can call him an asshole all you like  But he risked his life by J-walking to meet you  On the other side of the street was something indiscribable Something to risk it all for.  It was not your fault but... I mean seriously for someone so cold and calculating  How could he J-walk instead of thinking to press the street button?  You had your walls up.  You have your prejudice You fought the good fight to keep him out the crevices They became craters over time  It is not your fault.  So he likes to eat your stock fish and plantain Which brings out the dark forces in you to curse his ancestors Bending your thoughts into paranoia  Every time someone fried plantain.  It is not your fault.  Yes you got a

The Rat That Crossed The Road Running.. Ran from the lonely cat with half whiskers. Dashing from one end to end underneath a black roof-topped car; It hid behind its wisdom. Looking for the black alley dog and praying for salvation. But Its black messiah was nowhere to be found except ...playing with the black diamond in the 2 door at a far distance. It prayed. Again. Nothing. And so it ran from where it came and found a preying cat with white whiskers. The lonely cat was telling his love story. Practicing his apology speech with long sorrow. Over and over again to a large city trashcan and caught Mr. Rat dashing across the street again. Mr. Rat. Circled back and there was a scream from the black diamond. ' From the first kiss to the last sex, he remembered every single detail of what it was but to be in love. It was too hard to forget so he ran the streets looking for salvation from a broken cat and a lost dog and hid behind his wisdom.

I've always wanted you.  And for a brief moment.  For disparing reasons  We had each other.  Like water slipping through my hands with nothing to hold you from falling to the ground... You were gone.  Or maybe you were never really there For so long I painted a picture of you that you surpassed through our interactions.  But we both knew it was temporary.  For disparing reasons.  We are none authors to objects of affections  But we can try to be honest. Try to be human.  And try to be real to affiliations and soft to those we care deeply.  Well. Fly. Butterfly. Be free.  My heart is a honey comb. If ever life treats you unfairly.  Come home. 

Let's ride out into the Sunrise  Let's keep going till the sun sets.  Let's Camp out in a Forest.  Let's get lost in a cave  I'll fight off the Bears.  You'll fool all the Lions.  We'll drink all the beers.  And fulfill our passions.  I'll take my time.  And teach you me.  You'll take your time  And teach me you.   It will be a oneness experience.  Lost in a wilderness With only each other for survival. for Entertainment. Growth. Education.  You're light is a shining star that reveals a different secret each time night falls and you compete with the moon You don't know how easy it is to fall for you everyday.  It's like an unsolved mystery  A missing case file  One more puzzle piece to go  Every time you crack your hidden smile  I will never grow old as long as I'm with you.  I am growing old without you.  And every time I think there's a passing moment with no words to say.  We can revisit out cave.  We killed the Bears. We foole

I really miss you.  A song came on that reminded me about Paradise It was that Phil Collins type of night  And I want to hold you.  To feel the face of your skin against mine  Like butter spread.  Our faces connect Melting so deeply until our hearts become Human again.  I can't help that I want you.  Want you to speak  so I can listen to every fabric within the melodic sinusodial vibrations of your voice Each coming together of your specific air that fills your lungs Protruding through your trachea and making its magestic entrance to my ears.  By God.  It is.  So beautiful.  I can literally listen to you speak all day long.  And I want to.  I have visions of waking up to your voice 70 years from now. For one last time....until forever.  Your voice.  Is a flute like vocal phonation free of traditional overtones and more simplistic in its complexity and unique.  When Zula sings her song  I don't listen.  I experience. I receive.  - FoliFiasco The Jedi.