insecurities are never cute

she used to walk with so much swagger
but it came crashing down like nine hundred and eleven towers
her song was wrapped in good times like Wilona with a hot date
but her life resembled Good Times
she was Millicent Gordon Woods
she pretended to be perfect

but her perfection was cloaked in lies

her soul remained hidden behind 2 for 1 knock off shades

like a victim of domestic violence

her mantra was "its all good"

but this wasnt 1994

so she

let his movement eat at her soul

his words continued to chip at her existance until she was no longer the she that she wanted to show the world

she was a frail comparison of her former self

and even when she tried to stand tall

the winds of heartache would blow her down

and the pressures of stress would bend her over

leaving her to question the reality of who she had become

there was a time when she would shun the world

allow disrespectful diatribes to dance around her like dandelions in a summer field

but now

even strangers can call out from car windows

and their crass comments will devour the very essence of her heart

so in the mirror she stands

looking through who she has become

wondering in her heart where she went wrong

trying to pin pieces of her pride back to her character

just so she can shield her self loathing

she tries to cover her scars with make up

but even the good bottle of foundation can not cover her cracked foundation

she wants to move on

and place her past in packages to be left on the curb

but somehow

before the thursday morning pickup she finds her self rummaging through where she used to be

and using those old wounds to build upon

yeah

she says its all good

but the reality is

her reality is

flawed

she paints on the face of a warrior

then the face of a queen

then the face diva

- which by definition is not the female version of a hustler

then the face of "ms. i.n.d.e.p.e.n.d.e.n.t.-i can do bad by my damn self"

then the face of sunday morning service

and without taking a second look

she screams love me for me

but even she

doesnt love she

for she

is just a face

of all of her insecurities

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

troubled man

i fall apart
thoughts of you
ravage my mind like a pack of wild dogs
and i
try to remember the good times
when love was love and we stood in the midst of it
but now
we
stand on seperate ends of the spectrum looking at two different outcomes
staying together would have been so easy
had i not shattered like dropped glass
but i
fall apart
laying here feeling as if my soul has been left for dead
decisions that seemed so right at the time
now look like a fools paradise
and i
find myself walking in desolation
my soul begins to feel the weight of the sun
and the faster i walk
the stronger the wind presses against my sail
when we were us
i felt as if i was flying
but falling sometimes has the same feeling
so when i crashed
i shattered
and now i
stand under the pressures of my own existance
and in the distance i see my salvation
but as i get closer
i realize that it is only a hallucination of an oasis for my desolate soul
i
fall apart
and the pieces are not easily put back together again
i am broken to the core
and even the mere thought of you
unhinges the idea of my soul ever being whole again...

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

DAMN

all i can say is

DAMN

i sit ever so still and watch as you

slip into something so sexy that

all i can say is

DAMN

the darkness in the room

is only broken by the flicker of candle lights

and a soft moon beam that breaks through a crack in the curtain

you glide across the room wearing six inch stilettos and something so sheer that

all i can say is

DAMN

you press play

and the mellow smooth sounds of seduction fill the room

i

sit

ever so still

and watch

as your silhouette travels toward me crowned in my throne

and all i can say is

DAMN

you straddle me

and as i began to caress your frame

you push my hands aside and laugh

slow kisses against my neck

as your fingers began to unbutton my swag

you keep telling me that tonight

is about me

and

all i can say is

DAMN

but i know that right now is about you

its about us

its about taking this beyond anywhere it has ever been

so i sit

ever so still

and let you seduce me

with every inch of your soul

because tonight i

plan on.....

pause - i cant help but consider the fact that even in the midst of writing this i can still taste you on my lips, i can still feel you against my frame, i can still hear you moan my name - pause

so i sit

ever so still

and

watch as you

start us down a journey of seduction, lust and love

i sit

ever so still

and admire the fact that you put so much attention in the detail

i look at you

and i love the details

and in the midst of us making love

i pause

and sit

ever so still

and all that i can say is

DAMN

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

beautiful rainbow

her tears

were the color of her pain

so when she cried

rainbows blossomed

and

memories of her past

poured from her soul like hurricanes

she

cried

blue

because most days were sadder then before

memories of love lost

in the midst of lies

lies to big to be overlooked

lies that lingered

and left her in the middle of lonely

lies that changed lives

she

cried

red

because some days were as passionate as the day before

love blossomed in her bosom

and even uncultivated

love would grow like a weed

until swings from his fist

would tear through her soul like paper

she

cried

yellow

because some days she was to shy to soar

she allowed her wings to be clipped

so there she sat

peeking off the end of her perch

knowing that somewhere

she could

fly until she was free

she

cried

green

because most days

she envied everything that she had ever seen

wasted time wishing

pretending to be in unreachable perfections

searching for love like so many others

sitting around sulking

comparing what they had

to what she didnt

she

cried

tears

that fell like rain

and released the shackles on her soul

so now

she cried tears of joy

because the memories of her past were

just

memories

memories of her triumph

memories of the lives that have changed

memories of the pain that she overcame

she cried

and with each tear she was able to let go

with each tear she was able to free her soul

with each tear

her pain

blossomed

into the beauty of a rainbow

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

standing still

she stood still

even though her heart raced faster than a lightning bolt

the words that ran through her mind collided like car crashes

she swore certain things would never leave the lips of a lady

and she promised herself that tonight she would remain as sweet

so

she

stood

still

hoping somehow his words would rang untrue

looking for the silver lining in the midst of this cloud of gloom

she

began listening for something else to fall from his lips

hoping she would hear his voice through the unrelenting tears

but he

put on his masculinity as if she wasnt standing there hurt

he began

throwing his bravado around like he was back on the block beating his chest like ape

(see sometimes grown men will act like little boys just to get past the pain they caused by breaking a heart)

and even though she knew his tough exterior was just an act

the harder he got

the angrier she felt

until all she could utter was

FUCK YOU

she stood still

as he

quickly broke stride

allowing his brash demeanor

to soak in the sounds of her loosing it all

she was past being a lady

she realized the he had taken her kindness for weakness

her silence for softness

her heart and used it to play with her soul

so as he paused and waited for her to picture the problem in the words that fell from her lips

she

stood still

and with no apology she allowed it to happen again

but this time there was a deafening silence to pierce

so as he stood there perplexed

she held her head high and said

FUCK YOU

and he couldnt even contemplate the severity of the situation

yes he cheated

but somehow his slip ups were never his fault

he blamed everything from the lack of attention at home to the presistance of the temptation itself

she listened to him explain how he was a victim of circumstance

somehow the system put so much pressure on his soul until he had to find solace somewhere else

and as if sex with a stranger wasnt stress enough

he left his seed in fertile soil and now he had a son

so she stood still

she knew she loved him but this was her letting him go

she contemplated what life would be like if he had never said hello

and even in the middle of gloom

she knew they would never be

so as he waited for her words to come full circle

never considering the catastrophe that he caused

she

simply

stood perfectly still

looked straight into his eyes

and said

FUCK YOU

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

Recipricol

she asked if i did
i said not really

but for her i would make an exception
she said she neither
but this was special

and she may need some direction

so i gently placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips down the side of my neck she traced her name across my chest

leaving a trail of mac lip gloss and glitter

slow nibbles against my nipples and i stood still

until

gentle body shivers caused by the cool breeze of the fan brushing against the moist trail of erotica

that

moved past my navel

she began

removing buttons like obstacles blocking her from her final destinations

and just as she got past the pretentiousness that she thought she had to portray

she looked up and said

i love you

i asked if she did
she said not really

but for me she would make an exception
i said me neither
but this was special

and i may need some direction

so she placed her hand against my head and guided my lips down the nape of her neck

i fondled the softness of her left breast with tips of my fingers

as my tongue teased her right

i allowed myself to work past her pretentiousness as i

pulled away everything that prohibited my path

slow dips of my lips as she placed her hands against the crest of my shoulder until she left traces of her animalistic nature

and just as i felt the arch in her back

and the tension release in her thighs

i

looked up and said

i love you

she asked if i did

and i said

yes

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

Owned protected loved

she is mine
if only in my dreams

so i hold thoughts of her close to my heart

i guard the images of us like lion over her cub

she is my waking thought

so when i

open my mind to soak in my day

i

close my eyes and feel her presence

lay softly against my shoulders like the warmth of a hand sewn quilt

she is the reason i come home

hoping my day would end covered in soft kisses and a gentle embrace

she shields me from the pain of the day

she is mine

from the creation of my soul

to the death of my demons

she is my only temptation

yea thou i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i will fear nothing

for she

is

my

rod and my staff

she protects me for his name sake

she love me as only she could

she holds me in her embrace until we are no longer just the sum of our parts

she is mine

owned

protected

and loved

and i

am

hers

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

circumstantial love

we sorta

bumped into each other by

circumstance

later learning that we

ran in similar circles

knew the same people

shopped at the same stores

she even sang in my sunday morning service

but i

was blinded by my circumstances

plagued by the perils of my past predicament

she never even entered into my conscience

but today this just happened to be circumstance

i went on errands passing a plethora of peddlers

for one planned purpose

so by circumstance i stopped for petroleum

and in the midst of increasing the lethal emission that destroy ozone layers, polar bears and puppies

she said hello

and as pleasantries were exchanged i realized that

she

was the portrait that danced in my mind when slumber grabbed hold of my soul

as she told me her name

i

paused

the perfection of this moment had played in my mind

but in my dreams just as she uttered those words

i

was sent running back to reality

forced to face the real world

but today this is the real world

she was real

we were real

and i was

learning that nothing happens by circumstance

today was destiny

this was destined to be

because this moment would not have been this perfect

had it happened any sooner than right now

she was my right now

she was lost in love but realized that her only way out was to be found

and even though i was no longer seeking salvation

my soul still searched for solace

for the father said man should not be alone

and scripture reads he who finds a wife finds a good thing

she was my good thing

she was my grove thang

she was my lullaby that lulled my soul to peace

she was my peace

and when the world would scream

and my mind would race

and my day seemed as if it was on fire

she was my cool sunday breeze

she was a soft note from a jazz saxophone that swelled with soulful emotion

she was my rhythm section

she was my beat

no this was not by circumstance

because destiny has a purpose

and our past were on a path that crossed right now

and there we stood

in the middle of right now

forgetting a lifetime of mistakes that led us

to

right now

though some may mistake this a circumstance

this is

falling in love

right now

(?uiet Da Artist/copyright 2009)

time

its been a minute

since i took time to spend a minute

so tonight i picked up the pen a minute

in hopes that you could lend a minute

and listen to my thoughts and dream

take pause for my whispers

and stand still at my screams

partake in a few childish things

play games like we have time sewn up

and then pretend we are all grown up

it truly has been a minute

but it seems like time stood still

these words play doctor to help my soul heal

these tears pushed pens on paper and made my heart fill

these thought kept telling me that this is so real

so like every time before

i came back to what was right

i came back just to write

and let these words spread wing and take flight

because this is my life

i love this shit....

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

so i realized that on average i post about 2 pieces a month (check the stats its been about 24-28 pieces a year) but lately I have been short (way short)....so my mission is to play ketchup/mustard/mayonaise

LETS GET IT!!

simple english

sometimes conversation
can ruin a situation
and deliberation may
sway determination
but I've been in serious contemplation
about coming to your destination
to replace whatever has become my replacement
or in simple english
I would love to taste u again

(?uiet DA artist/copyright 2009)

praying in the club

she rocked rings on fingers
because lameness lingered
in potential suitors

she thought that flashing shine
would change their minds
but
real players knew that persistence paid dividends
so they pressed harder when they thought
that she could either be bought
or pursuaded to make a lifetime of mistakes
they werent concerned with her heartache
or what was in her mind
they only saw the potential to turn water into wine
to turn no into maybe
maybe into yes
and yes
into a morning of regret

they had no regret
no conscience
no shame
and the shine she wore only protected her against lame
she thought she was past game
but no one ever told her that not all of us grow up

still using highschool tatics
pressing unpopular chicks for target practice
lies covered in truth to hide the scars of ugly
sometimes pretty words can cover actions that are so ugly

either the church or the club
she tried both paths
and neither was a perfect fit
lame was still lame speaking that same lame shit

she being single attracted married men looking for a way out
but she pretending to be married attracted single men just wanting to play out
or looking for a pay out
and not to mention the other side that was trying to wash the gay out

she caught it from fake chicks
pretending to be cake chicks
talking about how they would break chicks

different package but the same tricks
and this is what she had to deal with

she was sexy and single
she wanted to mingle
just wanted to dance, have a good time and not be stressed
but a night out meant lames with lame game in a full court press
wrinkling her dress
blowing smoke in her fresh
creating a mess
just to see how she would test
but she rocked her flyest fit
and prayed for the best


dear GOD
teach these lames that my name aint boo or bitch
and tell them just because im fly dont me that they can talk bat shit
or reach out and touch this
tonight im doing me
the best that I can
im not looking for a man
or some type of payment plan
just a good time
and not a one night stand
not a one night man
if any thing at all
maybe just a slow dance
some one to hold hands
and a one life plan
in your name i pray
amen
and
amen



(?uiet Da Artist/Copyright 2009)

farmers market

i apologize for making you wait
so long
i promise you that it wont take
so long
i will be done before you waive
so long
or goodbye
this is not goodbye
just me getting my mind
back on
so let me slip something more comfortable on
like the thoughts of you and i
making every thing right
so wrong
why do i not write for
so long
when i know my words have been ripe
for
so long
but it seems like i havent been able to write in
so long
until thoughts of you and i came along
and i
realized that
these words are succulent like fresh fruit
sweet like mango
soft like a georgia peach
tasty like a florida orange
and juicy like a southern watermelon
you are these words
your mind is succulent like fresh fruit
your soul is sweet like mango
your touch is soft like a georgia peach
your body is tasty like a florida orange
and you are juicy like a southern watermelon
so i
apologize for not being inspired in
so long
i am here because i have to right
this wrong
and not leave your ripe
for
too long
and pick you ripe because you
are
my fresh fruit

Flawed Beginnings

the first time was like a life time
and i knew i didnt want you to leave
the second time wasnt the right time time
and i knew that you couldnt stay


she
said we would be
that type of situation that didnt need labels
i would be me
she would be she
and we would be
two people bound only by touch
it wasnt supposed to mean so much
it wasnt supposed to go so far
this
wasnt supposed to happen


she
said we would be
free from the constraints of heartaches and lies
free from all ties
free from those things that make situations turn stale
we would be free
to explore that which made perfect us
we were free to live life
free to just lust


she said she
wasnt the type
to fall in love with someone so flawed
she knew all of my flaws
and she said
we
would never be

more than just two people
bound by sexual tension
but
she
also failed to mention
that in the midst of us
flying free
one day
we
may just

fall


and our whole situation was trapped in two nights
bound by two ideas
captured by two thoughts


the first time was lust
with no strings
no heartache
the second time was trust
with ties
and heart break


the first time was sex
with no commitment
no rules
the second time was love
and we were destined to lose


we took reckless abandon
and tried to change it into a lifetime of substance
with us
there was no substance
we went from fucking for the sake of fucking
to spending time
to falling in love
to childish arguments about not calling back
damn
i just want my friend back

i just want to start over
and fall in love from hello
i want us
to be us
with no pretence
no lies
no rules
no boundaries
no plan
and no flawed beginnings

(quiet DA artist/copyright 2009)

for you with love...(part II)

she read his words and wondered if she was still his muse
she saw
side line comments left
leaving her to ponder if his heart still sang the letters in her name
she
read his words
and it took her back to moments when they met
conversations that led to lives touched
that led to minds changed
that led to love
she read his words and in each phrase
she
saw his soul
she knew what was real
she could tell what ran from his heart
and not just his pen
she read his words
and between each pause she closed her eyes and felt his hand around her heart
holding on to every beat
she
read his words
and even though life had taken them to different places
stood them in different corners
talked to them in different tones
held them in different ways
she
knew his words
they were warm
when she was cold
they were stable
when she felt weak
they were safe
when she felt alone
she
read his words and knew
this was for her

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

you

It was as if I had inhaled the very essence of who she is
Parts of her soul danced within me
She is my morning
The beginning of my new day
She is the sum of my parts
She is my completion
I am the original man
Adam
And she is my Eve
Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
She is my rib
She is the very pounding of my heart
Beating against my chest
I am KING
David
And she is my Bathsheba
For her
I am sin
Forgive us our transgressions as we forgive those who have transgressed against us
She is my understanding as only I can understand it
She is the solution to my complication
She is all that I will ever be
She is
You

copyright 2009/QuietdaArtist

i am cold

winters spent in discontent
we had
summer plans
until
late menstration causes changed situations
and we found ourselves fighting the obvious
you didn't love me enough to stay
so we
parted ways like ghetto braids
what we had was just for show
but now the world wants to see if we can make it
but we are five thousand miles past pretending
and
no one wants to u-turn
tonight its your turn
so you
get sassy
slip into something sexy
and before the wind blows the door shut
you are out
gone with no trace
no trail of bread crumbs
no coming back
you joke as if you're not coming back
leaving me to play the role
of
part time father
and full time babysitter
you leave me watching disney as you
dance under dim lights with dj's spinning disc behind disco balls
you allow slow drink to turn into slow wines
slow songs into slow grinds
and before you can slow down
it is done
you pressed fast forward on our winters discontent
decided you would no longer be
just
content
express to me that you didnt like my contents (that in which i am made of)
you have fallen out of love
and
i
am
left frozen like the tundra
wrapped in my childhood blanket
seeking security
but
you
have fallen out of love
and
i
am
cold


quiet da artist/copyright 2009

pretty panties, pumps, perfume and pearls

i
playfully asked what are you wearing
but
before you could answer
i
picture you
prancing around
pretending to be as perfect as a pin up
better then any beauty of the week or
sexy centerfold
i was seduced by
you
images of you lingered on my mind
and i kept remembering
the first day i was captured by your smile
seduced by something other than just your sexiness
i
carefully crafted words to keep you coming close to me
making sure you heard my heart scream
so i
playfully asked
what are you wearing
and before you said a word
i
pictured you
standing in the mirror
contemplating complaining about what seems so perfect to me
you dont like your hair
or something about your size
you dont like your curve of your hips
you dont like your thighs
you dont like waist or the nape of your neck
and what you dont like
drives me
wild
im seduced by your hair just as it is
i love everything about your size
i am drawn to the curve of your hips
and my hands seem stuck to your thighs
i cant help but caress your waist and would love to kiss the nape of your neck
so
when i ask
what are you wearing
even before you say a word
i
picture
pretty panties place neatly in their place
pumps put up in your closets
perfume never pressed out of the bottle
and pearls draped back in the box
i
picture
you
perfect without pretense
seductive without showing off
beautiful for the sake of being beautiful


(quiet da artist/copywrite 2009)