I finally was able to recover my password and login! I missed y’all.
I am requesting,
lemon pepper seasoning
Sprite, light ice by the liter
Spilled ranch all on my sneakers,
don’t this sound just like the weekend?
For breakfast, eat cold pizza
Fire up the speakers & reefer
Partying then catching flights,
yeah that’s extra nice.
Live every day like weekend nights
Old post I felt needed some more shine
The Closet in my head, I never use it anymore.
For I fear what may pop out if I should open up the door.
Full of things I had no space for, some I hoped I could just hide.
I’m afraid of what will happen, when there’s no more room inside.
I thought that I could forget them, if they all were out of sight.
Out of mind lost in the darkness since The Closet has no light.
But now recently, things thought to be put up have shown their face.
As I feared, the items inside must no longer know their place.
This is not what I had planned, to have to deal with them again.
All the problems of a wicked past, again must I contend?
It is clear there must be action, what I did before has failed.
The Closet must become a coffin, its contents hammered and nailed.
The Closet in my head’s still there, though not used anymore.
And it doesn’t linger…
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This is from something I’ve been working on outside of my random thoughts/expression I post of The Modern Medici. This is a bit more personal to me. The work is called “Side Jaunts” and I chose that name for two specific reasons. The 1st being that the entire piece is basically a series of short journeys taken for pleasure or, jaunts. The 2nd reason I chose the name is because a side jaunt is a woman whom your significant other does not know about. Here’s a three paragraph excerpt… Enjoy!
9:45PM on a midsummer night expedition, cruising through the blurred lights of city intersections, when the phone rang. “Where you at Jay?” the caller’s voice reverberated through the Bluetooth car speakers. It was Robin, an attractive, young woman Jay had recently began seeing. They weren’t an official item yet, just fucking, but each day they grew closer to one another. “Dropping something off right now, what’s up?” Jay replied, rounding the street corner to his destination. Robin sighed, “Ugh, I wanted to see you later. How long will you be?” Jay reached into the backseat for his backpack, before answering. “Not long. I’ll hit you up when I’m free, but I gotta go now” he said. Before getting out, he unzipped the bag to examine the contents and retrieve an item. Without another word from Robin, the call was disconnected and Jay exited his vehicle.
Jay stepped onto the narrow sidewalk, lined by rows of apartment housing. Across the path and into the courtyard he traveled, followed by the onlooking eyes of residents. Jay reached into his pocket and sent a text “Omw. Walking up now.” He walked up a few steps, onto the porch and knocked at the door. No one answered as he slid the straps of the backpack under his thumbs, drawing it tighter to his body. The last thing he wanted to do was draw more attention to himself by banging on the door, like an undercover in the projects, so he waited. Suddenly, he could hear the latches of the door unlocking and the face of his plug, Dontay appeared. “Damn, what’s up fool? You was in that bitch knocked out wasn’t you?” jokingly asked Jay as he entered. “Man, slick. My bad.” Dontay replied. Jay could see a few familiar faces from around the way standing in the living room, smoking and having side conversations. He acknowledged his fellow associates, as an older woman entered the kitchen. “Hi baby, how you doing? as she reached to hug Jay. “Is everyone alright?” she asked. Jay had never seen this woman before, but assumed it must be Dontay’s mother or live-in relative. “I’m going upstairs to bed, bless you baby and y’all be safe” she said. It struck Jay as odd but he shrugged it off as simple Christian hospitality and refocused on the reason for his trip.
“So what you got for me?” Jay asked. Dontay opened a hallway closet, unleashing the aroma of a potent ganja and reached for a duffle bag. He tossed the bag to Jay and responded “Little bit of this, little bit of that.” There was an assortment of labeled quart-sized freezer bags, with different quantites and strains, to choose from. Jay reached for some of the larger bags. “I just need three ounces for right now” he said. Dontay looked confused “Three zips? Shit, you might as well get the whole QP” he replied. Jay paused for a moment, before agreeing to take the extra ounce. As he removed his backpack, to load it, the pistol he’d removed from it earlier and tucked into his hoodie, fell out. “Damn, Cheddar Bob you tryna shoot us or yourself?” Dontay asked. “Sorry y’all, at least it was on safety” Jay replied. He finished stuffing his backpack and paying Dontay, before heading to the door. “Alright y’all boys be safe, I’m out” Jay said. Dontay shook his hand “Nigga, you be safe” he replied. “Our guns don’t have safety buttons, so we remember not to drop em…”
Over the threshold and home, an interlude plays softly as he enters
Flipped switches to the central ceiling fixtures, unresponsive
A note attached… “let’s make it an adventure”
Only clue illuminated by the candlelit sconces.
Deeper in the dark corridor, a sweet scent emanated
A game of cat & mouse initiated by the misses
First song fades out, to this room hubby was baited
Heard the patter of her feet she scattered fast and full of giggles.
You’re really trying to get creative with the love, missy
Badu switched from the soundbar to the Beats pill
Turned my back and then you slipped me a mickey
But all you gotta do is say yes, Jill.
Perched atop the bed, like a queen upon her throne
Soft caress of happiness
It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever know
To find my hide and seek champion.
Angelic voices and devilish figures.
Such dangerous creatures come out in the night.
There’s no one to save you,
The homies slipped too.
Like “fuck, what’d I get myself into?”
As the Captain of ship,
dude that planned the whole trip.
You would think that I’d keep us on course.
But on islands of thought, so far from the mainland,
I’d let my brothers drift astray.
There was noise all about, from my boys in and out, when I heard someone singing along.
As I turned there she was almost singing to me,
in a way that was hard to resist.
Being drawn to the sound, I approached with a smile
her voice now the only I hear.
The air became heavy, the closer I got, then the music and voices all fade.
It was silence now loudest, as I stood right in front her
feeling myself grasp for air.
Just standing and watching as I reached for something
that’s no longer meant to be had.
All I hear now, is wailing the sirens are calling
from sunset to sunrise across the horizon.
La Sagrada familia is one of the most famous pieces of architecture in the world. It has fascinated me, in that it’s architect, Antoni Gaudi, died before his work could be finished. To this day, it remains unfinished in fact. The thought of beginning a project, something you know people will love, and not being able to see the completion bothered me. At first. Until I realized that I am unfinished as well, and may never be able to see what I intend for my completion to look like.
But, if I can begin to craft what I intend for the finished product to look like. An outline, to provide an idea of what I had in mind and what I wanted my life’s work to look like… I acknowledge, things may not end up exactly like the blueprint. Do people find it more or less frustrating, to know beforehand, that the schedule of completion is tentative? Or would you prefer to believe things are on schedule, when just the opposite is true?