Folab's Chill Corner

Hey, So your'e with him now. Well, That was fast. I wish I could say I couldnt feel a thing. I'm on Novacaine. And its...yeah....its for the pain..its for...the pa.. When you played those songs in my car and you were so carefree but refused to sing it. We would trade awkward moments in carefree non-singing humming tunes and now, i cant feel anything and I dont know where my heart is. I've been trying to tell you something. But I just cant. I dont know what to do about feelings. I cant process them. What do they mean...They show up when they feel like, and make a mess when you're gone. And now, you are with him. I used to dream of waking up next to you and being as close as I can to your light, your energy and your sound that make you, you. Your soul is magnetic. Your eyes are glitter.  The last time I decided to be Vulnerable I was driving back from yours. I guess you did what you had to to move on. We miss each other like a missed high-five. Does...

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 someon...

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...

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...

Ive found that its easier to love because of you.  And its not just the feeling of raw emotions but the easy consistency of it.  Consistency with Love is such a thing that men struggle with terribly and Ive had my struggles.   But something inside me wont let you go.  You are so easy to love. You presence is so reassuring. There is a knowing when you are around. There is a certainty of peace and a persistence of joy.  You are Alpha and Omega. Which to me means that in this life of already written and and yet to be written stories you know the outcome. You know the beginning from the end. You knew i would write this today. And you know that i think about you often even though i dont have the words to say.  Even though I try to get a quiet moment for clarification.  Aspiring to live a full life is to give you my full love. And I admit.  The things that i have gone through has opened areas of me that i didnt kno...

January 2nd 2012, I posted a video on Google+ which was Benny's Hinn's version of the song.  My life was drifting. In no particular direction. Working 3-4 jobs doing everything but what i studied to go to school for.  It was indeed a time in my life that wasnt different from the yesteryear but one thing is constant.  I still sing praises to your name oh lord.  Because your name is great. And I give you all the glory.  Not because this year ive made much more money than ive ever made in my life.  Or been to places that ive never been to before. Or sat and ate with millionaires.  But because you hear when I cry.  Your name is greatly to be praised. Your wisdom is unsearchable.  You are God like non-other and your love is capturing.  Through it all I will continue to love and to serve you.  Let my heart be yours and yours only. No woman will come close.  You are life and life the ...

Dear Lover, Politics aside ive been looking for you for a long time now, and even though finding things has never been a strong point for me, it seems that i cant give up on us. Another winter is coming, physicality aside i feel an emotional coldness brewing inside of me that has spurned from my recent non-achievements with love. Time is running out on us. I find that it takes me a long time to paddle to this magic island where men decide to make women their wives and do the grown up stuff of by starting a family but... Despite my hard work and intentional efforts i seem to have arrived at this island alone. Im confused and wondering where you are. There are mermaids belly dancing everywhere around this island but i chose to focus on the Y OU + ME = Happy Ever After.  But what is happening before is not pleasant and i dont like it. Winter is coming... Ive written many things to you since our date Ive dreamed about what you and I would be like. I just dont q...

What does one do when you lose your job?  In the midst of a lack of opportunity things are indeed serious and there is sometimes the need for improvisation.  A ball player meets opposition. Its a seasoned veteran.  One of those hardcore stone-walled defenders. Battle tested and seen it all. But there is something about youthful enthusiasm that will not be denied. There is something about the naivety gene that loves to express itself in the face of adversity as if it doesnt recognize danger at all.  This ability to come up with an improvised solution is often show cased by those who recognize fear to be a useless and emotion.  It could also be seen as a metaphor for the survival skills needed being that you are staring poverty in the face and knowing fully well (in some cases) what it is like to be on the wrong side of the tracks or an AT $ T phone bill.  Your eyes get sharper. Your body feels lighter. Your feet need to move quickly and your mi...

Its 2012, Most of us cant remember 2011 maybe because it was challenging for some more than others but id like to take the time out to say a big Happy New Year and here's wishing you a most eventful and prosperous 2012.  VanP  

There are some days I cant bare it. Most days I can.  Tonight however, im being kept up by the writer in me, You see, I let myself go once  and it took me 2 full  years  to recover .  Not so sure ive fully recovered if im honest but im getting back to myself but... ......im not sure if I want to. At the risk of embarrassing myself im going to tell you a little about my love life.  A very long time ago I met a young lady who i subconsciously fell in love with. I didnt realize it at the time but it was a most inadvertent sneaky thing.  A subtle ninja attack trick that one day had me in disbelief of how far she had infiltrated my soul .  Should i beg her to give me back myself as if she would care, or as if she knows but it was a secret crush and dear friends let me tell you, Secret crushes are THE WORST. Speak up. Let it out. Dont assume, go tell it on the mountain. Take a risk and try as you may to be happy. In the event...

Have you ever prayed to the 8 pound, 6 ounce dont even know a word yet new born baby Jesus? And when/if you have to, do you picture baby Jesus in that smelly stable with horse dung and cow foot prints all over the place or is this imagination a more peaceful convocation of serenity with Jesus in his little manger and surrounded by the Gold given to him by wise men?  The baby Jesus didnt have a place to stay. And whats even more shocking? Neither did the grown up Jesus. The bible says. " Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head."  Its an interesting fact that even though Jesus was born in a manger, even though he didnt have a place of his own, He was always Sought out by powerful and influential men. Everybody wanted to see him, to hear what he said, to witness the raw intensity of his persona.  By definition a box is a variety of containers used for permanent or temporary storage. According to that def...

When I was a young chappy, I used to stare at the stars. Seriously, I used to look up so much that even till this day people around me look up to figure out what im looking at. The truth is, right before my grand-father died. He used to look down all the time. He was sick to his bones..literally. And none of use knew what to do to fix him. He had something...that made him look....defeated. So he would always look down. I knew the picture didnt look right..so I told him. "Grandpa, look up" He'd look at me and gently grimace. And just like a defeated man, look down again. Shortly after he died. It was cancer. And ive been looking up ever since. Motive. Thoughts. What are your motives for doing the things you do that people call you "weird" for? Can they hear your thoughts? Do they know what your thinking when your thinking? Our experiences in life are supposed to teach us lessons along the way. Having said that, dont judge my motives if you dont k...