Oh My Goddess

simply satisfied by life

she sang songs that seemingly never ended

she was warmth in the winter when winds blew so cold that icicles formed on beating hearts

she was

dandelions dancing in a summers wind in the depths of december

she

was

everything that scripture said she would be

she was my rib

taken from the most tender moment

when i dreamed of life and life more abundantly

she was

sewn into the fabric of my being

before her

i was just

being

my life mimicked something seen on tv

i was that lie told when fantasy and reality blended

but she caused me to live

stretched my imagination past pseudo promises

tempted me to do better

because of she

i

do better

and its more than just sunday worship

because it is she

that i worship

she is my idol

eve to my adam

hera to my zues

sarabi to my mufasa

weezy to my george

florida to my james

clair to my heathcliff

angelia to my paul

queen to my kingdom

goddess to my soul

(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)

its not you its she

not far from fist fights

we stood silently

hoping hate had not consumed every inch of

we

seeking solitude

that could not be found just by migrating to separate sectors of the same space

we

were finished

failed from her first hello

because she

was the thing that motivated my muse

i found myself sulking in sadness

picking up my pen

to purge my pain

leaving was my salvation

because at the base of we

was a broken foundation

unstable in every inch of our being

we were just being

no longer doing the things that led us to love

and she

stood in between happiness and heartache

you pretended that she didnt exist

but our pretending only lasted for so long

because she

was like a house fire

and we allowed her to consume everything that we had become

she

was poison

and we both drank from her cup

she was

death

and everyday we both died slowly

because

she

was you

not the you that i met

not the you that i loved

not the you that i was willing to give my love, life, and existence for

she was

the you

that you had become

she is the you that i hate

she is you

- quietdaartist (copyright 2010)

love lost

i can pin point our demise

something so seductive

in both of our eyes

led us to a place

that we both despise

but you

invited her here

never knowing that her presence would become problematic

we said what we had was love

and she was just

what lust looked like

you admitted that she turned you on

so seductively i stood and watched

as she found her way into your soul

with each word

your body shifted

and couldnt sit still

you stared at me

as she

led you to ecstasy

your hands fondled your buttons

as thoughts of she danced in your mind

and she knew that she was seducing your senses

so she

played with fate until

your heart beat stopped

every word grabbed your soul

and was making you hot

every thought was

touching your spot

until we

couldnt be

without she

we needed her daily devotion to turn you on

so when you found us sitting alone

you swore we had something else going on

but you

invited her here

so sometimes i had to sit

and listen to her flow

sometimes i had to stop

and feel her heart beat

sometimes i needed to be with she

just so we

could help you

be

so when you see me

staring at you while sitting with she

remember that you

invited her here

when you see me holding my pen and caressing she

with each stroke of my mind

remember that you

invited her her

when you hear about our fall and rise

and our ultimate demise

remember that you

invited her here

(quietDAartist/copyright 2010)

sucker for love

i wanted us to be

more than just weekend warriors

i wanted us to do

more before 9 am

than most people do in a lifetime

i wanted you to be my lifetime

but just as the sun rose

on our second lifetime

you compared the grown me

to the child i used to be

and even though i swore

that my past was my last lifetime

you called it my lifeline

said that it was intertwine

in my spine

like a vine

you said that all men are either

canine or swine

and no mater how different

i tried to show

time after time

to you

every truth was just a line

every compliment was game

every sweet gesture just the same

because in the end

the result was so plain

i couldnt get past your last man

and all i really wanted was to give you my last name

so for you i persevered and pushed

the sound of your name

gave me more than a rush

but in the stillness of our reality

i recognized

that i was fighting alone

one way communication cant always go on

un-returned phone calls and text because your heart was still stone

even a concrete rose can only grow for so long

and in this fight for us

i was doing it all alone

it was i that pushed

even though we were well past done

it was i that cried out loud

under the noon day sun

it was i that fought for us alone

in this army of one

(quietDAartist/copyright 2010)

kissing ever inch

we sat

anxiously still

like it was our first time

so much was on my mind

and i

didnt

want

to mess this up

so i

slowly grabbed you by than hand

and

began

hoping you would understand

that i

just wanted to take you past where you had already been

you were my sin

and my salvation

so i

decided to stop with the procrastination

and

placed my lips

against the tip

of your soul

i began

caressing on your heart until your eyes closed

soft nibbles down your neck

as my fingers explored your spine

i jokingly asked whos is it

knowing it was always mine

you moaned baby its yours

and i quietly said i know

its mine

and this time

i promise

never

to let it go...

(quietdaartist/copyright 2010)

the god complex

visions of she

danced in my mind

as thoughts became words and phrases

she was the kei

that unlocked every door

in the midst of my imagination

keeping my sanity just in arms reach

she was my daily devotion

thoughts of she

shielded my soul

she was my protection from pirates

who wanted to raid my heart and leave me to drown in a sea of despair

just the mere sight of she painted pictures of past prosperity and promise

to she

i

promise

to be more than just an Adam

no longer walking with mortals

creator of my own destiny

destined to be more than just great

for even great men have fallen

but she

makes me feel

omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent

she be to me

like kei be to lock

in her presence i am placed on pedestals where beside me is her proper place

her laugh becomes my laugh

her smile becomes my smile

her heart becomes the place where i find refuge

she becomes me and we become us

and because of everything that she releases in me

i become more than just an Adam

creator of all that i see

because of she

i

am

HE

(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)

mission impossible

its hard to imagine holding you

because i haven’t held you in so long

its hard to imagine kissing you

because i haven’t kissed you in so long

its hard to imagine caressing you

because its seems like a millennium since the last time my hands were able to feel a glimpse of heaven

so i let my mind take the strands of your voice

and weave them into a comfortable quilt

that wraps around my soul

and makes me warm

i hold your warm words close to my heart to shield it from the cold of my days and loneliness of my nights

i playfully listen to the way your words gently slide into my thoughts

and make me realize that even though its hard to imagine

its not impossible

{...an excerpt from the up and coming book, QUIETstorm}

(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)

Always is a lie

she said she

would love me forever

when we talked about we

it was always us together

a life full of love

is what we said was our endeavor

but some how our always

has turned into never

i

used to pretend that i didnt see it

late night phone calls past bed times

when the world was pretending to be sleep

she always tried to pass it off as a wrong number

but

the vibration of the night was tied to her soul

and she couldnt find slumber until

the motion of cell phone tickled her mind

so i

lay still

always pretending that her fingers typing out words on miniature key pads didnt sound like godzilla stomping through hiroshima

i knew that seventeen was the number that destroyed my soul

i would listen to each crushing button and count

then type the word in my mind

as if i could tell what she said

three strokes was "143" - a quick way to say i love you

six strokes was g'nite

ten strokes was i love you

and seventeen strokes

was

i love you always

and every morning

just as the sun rose

i found her clutching to her phone like a tourist on new york city streets

fearful that the strangers good morning would go unheard

or missed

or ignored

or silently passed because she was not alone and could not respond the same

so inside i died

and held back my scream

my soul wondered if he

this stranger

murdered our forever

but i quietly moved as if her words were watching me

waiting for the moment

to tell me

good bye

she said she

would love me

always and forever

but now we

stand at the brink of never

because never did i think

that we

would not be together

we promised we would love always

till the day that we die

and today

i found out

that her always

was a lie

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2010)

diary of a disposable queen

she thought life was a fairy tale

she believed that she was born a princess

and would one day be queen

she purposely pushed away frogs, fools, and friends

patiently positioning herself for prince charming

she believed that she was much more than a peasant

so when he(i) foolishly smiled in her direction she didnt waste time

dismissing his delivery

and laughing as if she was out of his league

see her life was a fairy tale

where she

chased after championship rings, champagne flutes, and something called chinchilla

she swore that she would get off the block

because boys with block dreams seemed to permeate her palace

and she was predicted to be the picture of perfection

so when he(i) foolishly smiled in her direction

she paused, posed then

looked because he surely couldnt believe that he suited her status

see her life was a fairy tale

and she sat solo

somewhere between fantasy and fiction

telling tall tales

talking about perfection like she was glenda the good witch

hiding her reality

because she wanted to be queen

so when he(i) tried to tell her that he was KING

she was so caught up in circumstance that she

chased chariots with spinning wheels and ill advised financial deals

she never noticed him standing by her side holding her crown

she never paused posed or pictured he(i)

perusing more than just block ambition

because just as she

was dreaming of being a queen

he

was living to be KING

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2010)

jealousy: based on a true story

i saw you yesterday
sitting next to him
the two of you looked so happy
you looked to be in love
i wondered yesterday
if you still thought of me
the way you used to
when we were us
i saw you yesterday
and my heart turned to dust
my eyes filled with pain
my soul wanted to die
damn
i saw you...

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

Creator

she was a GOD send

like a cool breeze blowing through a field of jasmine on a hot summers day

the mere thought of she made my heart race faster than lightning

she was my muse

in my mind

i danced with the idea of us

but she was more than just passing time

she was inspiration

because of she i wanted to stand still and feel the breeze blowing against my soul

to me

she

was the extension of a life lived

she was those few moments between waking up and opening my eyes when life was perfect

she was the only part of a dream remembered

and because of she

i dreamed in vivid colors

i danced to roaring music

i lived an extraordinary tale

i loved

and she created it all

?uiet da artist (copyright 2010)

She loves me not

she loves me
or
does she love me not
i stand in the same spot
like hustlers on the same block
hand clutching the same rock
waist line concealing the same glock
knee deep in the fire and its all the same hot
and she's cloaked in anger saying I have changed not

all she sees is a dope boy

with no ambition to grow

but i am scared to let go

because she came with the dough

and i would rather go fed

than to see her flow

i cant just let her go

there are no guarantees that if i get locked she will stay

but i would rather find out that way

that she was just here for the payday

she loves me

or

so my soul hopes

my back against the ropes

so much so i cant cope

but i would rather

risk it all on one shot with hopes to stay alive

than to die a slow death at a regular nine to five

and just when i think WE will make it if we strive

she leaves me for some d-boy thats all the way live

she loves me

or

so her words say

but how do i go from spoiling her heart every day

thats what got her this way

and i am scared if i stop

if i come off this block

turn in this glock and these rocks

for portfolios and stock

she may

just

love me not

?uiet da artist (copyright 2010)

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