take me to the coffee shop?

i'm not sure who the man is that usually sits here; but, there's something magical about sitting in this disabled chair at the coffee shop when i'm feeling broken. Facing hollywood blvd. as my laptop replaces his typewriter and my feminine eyes are blurred into focus by not having the priveledge of wearing glasses to clear my love blinded sight... like his. i.am. still blessed to have the sun kiss my forearm as a wrYte these lines into my spiral notepad.

from this little corner window is what i would like to think should be my world, .almost. everything i ever dreamed of right outside these unlocked window panes.

As I look at the window displays at fredericks of hollywood, my most favorite store in the world, i could sit here and write a song about how i wear their underwear & panties like they are my coats for my mid summer nights dream. i'm not sure which one that was anyways... mcdonalds and musicians institute created the bread for a sandwich that the sign in between the triple layers for the guinness world records shop, the green room and drays. the diversity of life is epic and priceless. and the bumblebee still flys by and waves his wings as if in an effort 2 say hi.

i feel just like the old sould who sits here with his typewriter, part of me wants to share like never before all the trials and tribulations in my life that have brought me to this double edged seat. then again, the lace from my red bra that sparkles more than the glitter in this pen tells a different story of me. although i.am. an old soul. i have so much that i have not lived and much more of life left in front of me. i am not perfect yet i am broken and future untied.

the coffee shop is a great place to hibernate and hide behind the headphones and computer screen from this world and the needs of the world that i.am. allowing to pass me by right before my eyes. this is what i used to do when my children were around.

that was then.
this is now.
the i.am of tomorrow i would hope 2 should bee a brighter day.
seat or feet, i like both dream or no dreams...

exactly

Exactly is what was meant to be,
Exactly is where dreams WILL be seen,
Exactly through times of hearts that break,
Exactly the things that harm and take,
Exactly with trials unknown to bear,
Exactly with edges too torn to tear,
Exactly with roads so asphalted they slide,
Exactly with turns too confusing to try,
Exactly the thoughts that tell us to give up,
Exactly what comes before but persistance triumphs,
Exactly is that place to be,
but...
Exactly, will 2ME you ever be seen?

love handles

Love Handles and ME Double Shadows,
like life's journey ahead,
is IT imperfectly perfect,
Or perfectly imperfect, instead?

Love handles-
Baby, i got your back, I believe...
2 ME all part of life’s lessons,
what dreams? the 1's some can't yet see?

Once thought to be bad,
but now it’s all good?
learning to forgive and forget,
focus 2 improve ME, just like in God’s mood?

Beauty in angles?
Or smoove round and round?
Triangles like mountains,
either high or low on the ground?

WrYting turns to WrITing,
Because the beauty we see in IT,
No matter the shape,
Y? we are all imperfect Yet perfect.

When WE finally loves ME
and U loves all other WE,
I love ME brings new meaning,
Not just 2 ME meaning ME,
But when ME+U2=3?

Formula for circumfrencec=DxPi
thanks to those round this world who heard,
Through distance and time,
Because the sum of triangle’s 2 sides still equals the length of that third.

Perfectly imperfect,
Our world is IT's true,
IT’s not a ME world,
But a ME+U world when smiles are x2.

ME + U,
New King, is that you?
2gether cups runneth over,
love + patience is brand new.

Triangles & circles,
what brings champions rings?
still learning daily,
just to fulfill all human needs.

Eat, sleep, & cry.
we all start with basic needs through life,
Then we are left to wonder the Y?
I guess things change as time passes by,

We learn to cry as women,
And men feel no pain?
even thugs need love,
love is love with each Game.

Some things are just natural,
hate to see love leave,
But want to watch new growth,
are we all on A team?

some days full cloud cover,
Sometimes hiding sweet shine,
nature always there,
Never behind perfect time.

They say you have to crawl,
B4 you can walk,
sometimes we must come from a mountain's bottom,
before we can land on top?

Definitions of normal,
dysfunctional too,
Who writes romance rules,
if we all started from two?

Each dna individual,
Unique and priceless alike,
According to God’s plan,
Every ME timing is just right.

trying to love ME love handles,
need more transforming day and night,
They, each one has it’s beauty,
A story just right.

asking Me 2 judge each love handle with,
Careful scrutiny and care,
Knowing all are Imperfect,
Y should WE in the World have any cares?

Love waking up with him,
nothing could be better than the perfect side of the bed,
Diagonal may seem abnormal,
but Y not circle with him also instead?

above....

Helicopters and planes free...
souls from windy streets.
Velocity...
measures THESE times.
Treasures...
pleasure SOME minds.
Love like this...
Fantasy sublime.
Have a little faith...
Give a LOT of Love.
Passions of THE Heart...
MUST be sent from above.

ifwould

if IT planted ME,
would IT grow ME?

if IT inked ME,
would IT shrink ME?

if IT caught ME,
would IT throw ME?

if IT changed ME,
would IT claim ME?

if IT loved ME,
would IT show ME?

if IT found ME,
would IT know SHE?

God bless america.

or something.