Drain

I'm like the Jay-Z of blogs when I'm in the shower. I come up with some good material. Poignant. Deep. Touching stuff. I'm stopping the list here but it really continues. Half a page. Easy. 

Back. So I'll have my next work all laid out in my big organ - but I shower late. Crazy late. Like right now, it's 1:54AM. I work like regular folk so I'm not about to turn on a computer and type out a damn thing. Bed.

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

An Eye Out

Little do she know...all her words put on display, come to me. Finding refuge on my hip. There for me to read, wherever and whenever. Little do she know...I'm never not watching. I wouldn't liken it to stalking. Judging by where I stand with her, it's like an absentee father who was never seen, presumed a deserter, but come to find out has kept up to date...up to speed...newspaper clippings and all...a personal collection of all accomplishments recorded. But I ain't her daddy. Analogy aside, nowhere near any scenario like that. Little do she know, what's she's been doing lately warms my heart.

I watched her move.

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

It's like...

..I'd been in my own lane...moving with no destination in sight...in a tunnel with no end in view...and the only thing I'm certain of is me missing you.

-- Sent from my Palm Pre