"Sometimes I wanna be your lova, Sometimes I wanna be your Friend
Sometimes I wanna hug you, hold hands, slow dance while the record spins..."
But around we go, & I just don't know why I can't comprehend
What makes us "We," the recipe is more than you and me
We gotta lot of love, kisses, hugs, and a bunch of history.
Mixed in our raves and rants, a sultry dance, a bit of animosity.
Then let it stew. Who knew our "Inner"courses would be such comfort food?!
Yet belemic tendancies worried me and made you sick,
Not so religious when we did this, as time lapsed
We tried to fast; but afta days and weeks we still would seek the comfort of that "food."
Sneakin' bites, late-night nibbles to satisfy the yearning,
Rather, the burning in my gut cause I hunger for a love that feeds my soul...
Soul food is how she tastes, is how she feels, is how she looks,
A recipe that will forever be etched in "My Life's Cookbook."
Not on loose leaf pages, or bound in corporate hard back covers,
As lovers we roast until heated & our juices flow. Slow drips from the corner of lips,
To chins. Spicey, yet sweet as sticks of cinnamon.
Seasoned with laughter and tears that have flavored the years of preparation or practice,
The fact is, what we lacked is, a name for our Meal...
-Rco
Feb 26, 2009
Feb 7, 2009
It's My Turn (Lyrical Medley)
“It’s my turn, to totally understand, and watch you walk out of my life and not do a damn thing…”
I mean, it’s been done, we’ve reduced 2 to 1, not AS one, but in the Cingular form
Torn, broken up like a cellular call in an insufficient zone
Frustrated as I waited for a signal or tone to get back, in fact, what we lacked
Was each other, one another, undercover or in the open
No longer hoping, I, reminisce and miss your soft kissssss…Is
This where we’re supposed to be after 365 degrees? Full circle and then some;
Was I the one? Or you for me? Feelings expressed through spoken word, lyrics, and CD’s
Physically emotions rise and subside, like the tide on our own private beach
Kept each other in arms reach to feel safe, like a “tale” we chase getting dizzy
Feeling out of place. A waste? Wouldn’t trade it for any deal
Mustafa told me, “Love’s got the power to heal…”
So I must be hurt, for what it’s worth you’re all that I am
I follow your “Burning Star” through the “Maze of Man,” overstand?
Or at least make the connection of, shared affection, on the same path
In different directions inevitably bumpin’ heads over the same questions
Rhetorical as they seem, an uncomfortable silence has fallen between.
Now I feel a void, not fill a void; but FEEL a void, see what I mean?
Words sound the same sometimes misconstrued, who knew, “One plus Me, just equals You…!”
Should be true, though I have to admit that, “maybe I’m selfish; I want you to myself I can’t help it”
Used to be “Halfcrazy” now “Sunny Days” let’s us “Just Be Friends…”; yet my soul knows “The Truth”
“And you took it as a truth,” the existence of THIS is living proof, even if we dream,
“Cause Oooh wee, Baby you’ve re-defined my vision of love, it seems…”
I mean, it’s been done, we’ve reduced 2 to 1, not AS one, but in the Cingular form
Torn, broken up like a cellular call in an insufficient zone
Frustrated as I waited for a signal or tone to get back, in fact, what we lacked
Was each other, one another, undercover or in the open
No longer hoping, I, reminisce and miss your soft kissssss…Is
This where we’re supposed to be after 365 degrees? Full circle and then some;
Was I the one? Or you for me? Feelings expressed through spoken word, lyrics, and CD’s
Physically emotions rise and subside, like the tide on our own private beach
Kept each other in arms reach to feel safe, like a “tale” we chase getting dizzy
Feeling out of place. A waste? Wouldn’t trade it for any deal
Mustafa told me, “Love’s got the power to heal…”
So I must be hurt, for what it’s worth you’re all that I am
I follow your “Burning Star” through the “Maze of Man,” overstand?
Or at least make the connection of, shared affection, on the same path
In different directions inevitably bumpin’ heads over the same questions
Rhetorical as they seem, an uncomfortable silence has fallen between.
Now I feel a void, not fill a void; but FEEL a void, see what I mean?
Words sound the same sometimes misconstrued, who knew, “One plus Me, just equals You…!”
Should be true, though I have to admit that, “maybe I’m selfish; I want you to myself I can’t help it”
Used to be “Halfcrazy” now “Sunny Days” let’s us “Just Be Friends…”; yet my soul knows “The Truth”
“And you took it as a truth,” the existence of THIS is living proof, even if we dream,
“Cause Oooh wee, Baby you’ve re-defined my vision of love, it seems…”
Questions...?
“Do you miss me?” You inquire, Better stated, “I have missed you…”
The question that brings comfort when answered sincerely, “I do.”
But why do I miss you, let me count the ways. Had this, been a love poem I would reminisce
About the days When, we did this or you said that, we laughed and we cried
A mathematical relation bound by our order of operations
We rise exponentially to levels multiplied, uncommon denominators unable to divide
I, wanted you by my side in addition to my pride so, I subtracted 1 away from 2.
Two, being me and you, & what remained I still can’t explain, cause
The equation had complications, we both took for granted and
Damn it, feelings went sideways or at least got slanted
Then we raved and we ranted, and complained about our situation
We kept going and going with no particular destination, just along for the ride
But even that got bumpy so we stopped. Dropped like a bad habit you didn’t want to kick
From a love/hate struggle to this plutonic bubble, blown gently with soft lips and…
Yeah I miss, and I wish, WE could’ve maintained; But as Summer turns to Fall
All things must change, yet stay the same. So we squabble and pass blame
Like a game played at recess, Unless just this once we can make amends
Break away from broken lovers and remain close as friends…
So do I miss you? Not really, I miss US, the way things used to be
When the tears were from laughing making it hard for us to breathe,
Now we take breaths and hold’em in ‘til we’re red, from miscommunications & words that were said
But I’m saying, “Can’t we just get along?” this path we’ve paved, cobble stone covered, smooth to the touch
Roughly traveled by lovers, or friends and such. This much I know
Though plainly stated, losing you has lost me and basically I hate it!!!
The question that brings comfort when answered sincerely, “I do.”
But why do I miss you, let me count the ways. Had this, been a love poem I would reminisce
About the days When, we did this or you said that, we laughed and we cried
A mathematical relation bound by our order of operations
We rise exponentially to levels multiplied, uncommon denominators unable to divide
I, wanted you by my side in addition to my pride so, I subtracted 1 away from 2.
Two, being me and you, & what remained I still can’t explain, cause
The equation had complications, we both took for granted and
Damn it, feelings went sideways or at least got slanted
Then we raved and we ranted, and complained about our situation
We kept going and going with no particular destination, just along for the ride
But even that got bumpy so we stopped. Dropped like a bad habit you didn’t want to kick
From a love/hate struggle to this plutonic bubble, blown gently with soft lips and…
Yeah I miss, and I wish, WE could’ve maintained; But as Summer turns to Fall
All things must change, yet stay the same. So we squabble and pass blame
Like a game played at recess, Unless just this once we can make amends
Break away from broken lovers and remain close as friends…
So do I miss you? Not really, I miss US, the way things used to be
When the tears were from laughing making it hard for us to breathe,
Now we take breaths and hold’em in ‘til we’re red, from miscommunications & words that were said
But I’m saying, “Can’t we just get along?” this path we’ve paved, cobble stone covered, smooth to the touch
Roughly traveled by lovers, or friends and such. This much I know
Though plainly stated, losing you has lost me and basically I hate it!!!
Feb 4, 2009
What If Love...
What if love was everything we thought it should be
You know like calling to say, “I love you,” or two-waying 1-4-3.
(Though) I still don’t know what that means but apparently it’s love
So we’ll just leave it at that and get back, but…
What if love was candle lit dinners, chocolate desserts, and hot oils
Rubbed all over your Baawdy…Slow deliberate kisses from your forehead
To your neck, through those slanted slopes, down to the path that leads to caverns
Rarely explored by such methods, yo’ check this…
What if love was warm showers, scents of lavender flowers, fingers massaged through hair
While hands massage everywhere you can reach…or touch and
What if love was so deep in fact, if you concentrated hard enough
The phone would ring and you’d be like, “Damn, did I do that?!”
“Maybe I have a 6th sense,” or maybe it’s coincidence, that love is in the air, or
What if love was long walks, on cool nights, barefoot in the warm sand
With ya love, watching the sunset hand in hand and…
What if love satisfied like a Snickers, but with half the calories and all the flavor
Of Love’s labor, more like recreation; or Re-creation of our love from past relations
Combined in time…Hours, minutes, seconds pass while we ask…
What if love was so simple like that Wu-Tang piece, or a “Complicated Melody” by India.Irie
That “we” share or at least hold tight; as if love was the bar on that roller coaster ride, with
Ups and downs, and loop de loops, excited, & nauseous, as we go through, what we go
Through for love, and love does bring fear, it brings pain, loathing, and occasionally tears
But over the years love matures and we benefit from the mutual funds of love even more.
What if love is all of these things and nothing, so we search for it blinded
What if love’s sent from above and that’s why most of us can’t find it…
What is Love?!?
You know like calling to say, “I love you,” or two-waying 1-4-3.
(Though) I still don’t know what that means but apparently it’s love
So we’ll just leave it at that and get back, but…
What if love was candle lit dinners, chocolate desserts, and hot oils
Rubbed all over your Baawdy…Slow deliberate kisses from your forehead
To your neck, through those slanted slopes, down to the path that leads to caverns
Rarely explored by such methods, yo’ check this…
What if love was warm showers, scents of lavender flowers, fingers massaged through hair
While hands massage everywhere you can reach…or touch and
What if love was so deep in fact, if you concentrated hard enough
The phone would ring and you’d be like, “Damn, did I do that?!”
“Maybe I have a 6th sense,” or maybe it’s coincidence, that love is in the air, or
What if love was long walks, on cool nights, barefoot in the warm sand
With ya love, watching the sunset hand in hand and…
What if love satisfied like a Snickers, but with half the calories and all the flavor
Of Love’s labor, more like recreation; or Re-creation of our love from past relations
Combined in time…Hours, minutes, seconds pass while we ask…
What if love was so simple like that Wu-Tang piece, or a “Complicated Melody” by India.Irie
That “we” share or at least hold tight; as if love was the bar on that roller coaster ride, with
Ups and downs, and loop de loops, excited, & nauseous, as we go through, what we go
Through for love, and love does bring fear, it brings pain, loathing, and occasionally tears
But over the years love matures and we benefit from the mutual funds of love even more.
What if love is all of these things and nothing, so we search for it blinded
What if love’s sent from above and that’s why most of us can’t find it…
What is Love?!?
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