Folab's Chill Corner

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...

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 list...

Sing songs for me  Perfect Melody.  A song to help me get through what I'd lost And yet... never had before.  They cover these days at night  To which I wish I could pull covers over you  So those stories you hear on the other side of the rainbow  To be with a girl like you You inspire me.  You are my fire and water even when you complain  The sound of your voice just soothes me You are the open gates of beauty and serenity  That sparkle that confuses silver with diamonds and gold. Bursts of treasure flowing through emotional chests in your chest where love keeps your treasures chest The apple of my each eye glanced which CTRL R every time I look at you.  The love we make is Art. We are artisans.  Working on our craft. We are soldiers fighting for love making dreams.  Just then, you buried your beautiful face in my palpitating chest and together we harmonized an affectionate beat.  Loosing all control. Lost in the music. L...

His left knee gave out as it hit an unseen stub hidden by darkness.  He blinked twice.   There was a sudden movement in the corner of his eye and the ground rushed towards his face.  The pain wasn't that bad at first, but it started to sting slowly, steadily; he ignored it.  The pack were somewhere close... so he had to keep moving. Move. Keep moving.   Lifting his face from the dirt, he felt treacherous clouds of darklings surrounding him as he picks his knee up and started prancing... But there was nowhere to run.  They had circled him.  With the glee of a predator. They sang songs of feastings.  Circling closer, licking their lips.  Tasting Blood.  Their leader appearing from a shadow, distinguished himself from amongst the pack with wicked teeth and a vicious smile.  The wind moaned through the high branches and the skulls of former victims crushed under his feet.  His prey shook uncontrollably. Knees trembling in fear....

Good Afternoon.  Mr. Chairman,  Panel of judges,  Mr Time keeper, My fellow debaters  and  of coarse: My  ever loving audience.  The topic before us today is: " Is it truly possible to love someone you don't really know."  To be so infatuated by the romantic ideology of your togetherness and blinded to their obnoxious imperfections? Absolutely.  The Webster dictionary will define love as  "A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness." Case 1 :   Deep Have you ever met someone you know you will always love. Something in their chemical make up that easily and naturally defuses all your defenses, inexplicably taking parts of your inner attention without your sanction or permission.  It goes deep beyond the physical. A spiritual or unconscious connection which feels like this unexplainable forc...

I set my sails on the wingless wings of poesy. A small ship set its anchor on an island for lovers and for a brief moment, you were mine.  It felt just like the day I graduated. The twisting of emotions inside me left me with conceiving short breaths. Each one with An overwhelmingly fierce happiness spinning out of control and partially tempered by disbelief.... Mine.  There was a song I heard in my head.  It was a song for Zula. A sweet little song with no melody. A catchy tune with no beat. A mouthy song with no lyrics.  It played endlessly in my sleep; where there are no illusions or complexities. Just the simplicity of a you and me.  Or maybe an appreciation for an us.  Even if, temporary.  It danced around my soul. Piece by piece taking over each ventricle and cabinet of my heart.  Why? Little babbles and baby sparks. And unrevealed mystery behind your eye lashes. Y our eyes are a tabernacle where stars are birthed. An enchanted dreamworld....

Pharaohs of the past created Architectural marvels while their Darker counter parts were busy waging war against each other and "dancing their ass off"... In a single generational quantum leap, the powers that be have buried the N-word but can never bury foolishness or the inability for moral constructiveness. We who are by standers have indeed caught stray bullets from both sides of the equation more so from the dancing. We cannot continue to keep feeding conversations that are fueled with ridiculous assertions to which darkness is equated with ignorance, but perhaps with the unknown or the unseen or the loss of identity. Like a slow fairy tale told around a camp fire before sleep we too struggle to excavate the deep amongst us to find what substantiates certain seemingly natural but uncontrollable behavior. Our rigidity makes it impossible to confront us directly with bare hands...but play the right tune and a nod of the head breaks out like an uncontrollable smile...as...