tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160715842012-01-03T21:29:10.551-05:00i write because if i don't i will die....disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1158183705051467362011-04-30T17:37:00.000-04:002011-05-01T16:09:15.262-04:00my passover<br /><br />she wasnt my type<br />my search was shallow<br />my soul was surrounded by superficial sexy<br />something seen<br />she was serene<br />secluded<br />quiet<br />peaceful<br />my pursuit was polished<br />i pressed for passion<br />and pretended to pendulum<br />between player and pimp<br />she wasnt my type<br />she showed interest<br />but i ignored her advances<br />i looked through her<br />instead of looking to her<br />i didnt have time<br />settling down meant that i settled<br />sold out<br />forced to watch my life like an inflight movie<br />she wasnt my type<br />she was persistent<br />so i pretended to play every role except punk<br />and in time<br />her passionate persistence played out<br />and we settled on being platonic<br />years passed and our paths faded<br />in opposite places<br />we lost touch and became<br />only familiar faces<br />and my superficial search<br />led me to sacrificial situations<br />for us it became out of place phone calls<br />and catch up conversation<br />and im just wishing she had been more patient<br />or that her persistence had paid off<br />or that my procrastination had played out<br />but instead she became my passover<br />and now i am standing on the pharcyde<br />and she keeps on passing me by<br />because i...<br />am not her type<br /><br />recently recited by quiet da artist AKA Paul AKA ME!!! (<em>copyright 2011)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115818370505146736?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-90286548825323922582011-03-28T19:48:00.002-04:002011-03-28T20:29:12.587-04:00they kept<div>falling like rain into her mixing bowl</div><div>the same bowl that was passed down from her mother </div><div>the same bowl that her grandmother used to celebrate life</div><div>and birthdays</div><div>and mile stones that meant more to her future than her past</div><div><br /></div><div>she kept</div><div>trying to wipe them away but </div><div>every ingredient reminded her</div><div>that she </div><div>would never be able to do the same</div><div><br /></div><div>for her this was the end</div><div>she would never be able to pass the recipes and dreams and stories that were passed on to her</div><div>so</div><div>they kept falling</div><div>and she kept wiping</div><div>as she mixed the 2 cups sugar and 1 3/4 cups flour and 3/4 cups cocoa powder and baking soda and 2 eggs and 1 cup milk and oil and vanilla extract and </div><div>tears</div><div><br /></div><div>they kept falling</div><div>and she kept wiping</div><div>but she wasnt wiping fast enough </div><div>and she wasnt wiping hard enough</div><div>and she wasnt wiping long enough</div><div>or some one just hadnt told her</div><div>that you cant wipe cancer away</div><div><br /></div><div>yeah</div><div>right into that bowl</div><div>they kept falling</div><div>and she kept crying</div><div><br /></div><div>(quiet DA artist/copyright 2011)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-9028654882532392258?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-69704074560511639092010-12-22T23:21:00.006-05:002010-12-23T00:11:44.899-05:00<div>simply satisfied by life</div><div>she sang songs that seemingly never ended</div><div>she was warmth in the winter when winds blew so cold that icicles formed on beating hearts</div><div>she was</div><div>dandelions dancing in a summers wind in the depths of december</div><div>she </div><div>was </div><div>everything that scripture said she would be</div><div>she was my rib</div><div>taken from the most tender moment </div><div>when i dreamed of life and life more abundantly </div><div>she was </div><div>sewn into the fabric of my being</div><div>before her</div><div>i was just </div><div>being</div><div>my life mimicked something seen on tv </div><div>i was that lie told when fantasy and reality blended </div><div>but she caused me to live</div><div>stretched my imagination past pseudo promises</div><div>tempted me to do better</div><div>because of she </div><div>i </div><div>do better</div><div>and its more than just sunday worship</div><div>because it is she</div><div>that i worship</div><div>she is my idol</div><div>eve to my adam</div><div>hera to my zues</div><div>sarabi to my mufasa</div><div>weezy to my george</div><div>florida to my james</div><div>clair to my heathcliff</div><div>angelia to my paul</div><div>queen to my kingdom</div><div>goddess to my soul</div><div><br /></div><div>(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6970407456051163909?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-29684140529099852682010-11-14T21:39:00.000-05:002010-11-14T21:42:05.184-05:00not far from fist fights<div>we stood silently </div><div>hoping hate had not consumed every inch of </div><div>we</div><div>seeking solitude </div><div>that could not be found just by migrating to separate sectors of the same space</div><div>we </div><div>were finished</div><div>failed from her first hello</div><div>because she </div><div>was the thing that motivated my muse</div><div>i found myself sulking in sadness</div><div>picking up my pen</div><div>to purge my pain</div><div>leaving was my salvation</div><div>because at the base of we </div><div>was a broken foundation</div><div>unstable in every inch of our being</div><div>we were just being</div><div>no longer doing the things that led us to love</div><div>and she</div><div>stood in between happiness and heartache</div><div>you pretended that she didnt exist</div><div>but our pretending only lasted for so long</div><div>because she</div><div>was like a house fire</div><div>and we allowed her to consume everything that we had become</div><div>she </div><div>was poison </div><div>and we both drank from her cup</div><div>she was </div><div>death</div><div>and everyday we both died slowly</div><div>because</div><div>she</div><div>was you</div><div>not the you that i met</div><div>not the you that i loved</div><div>not the you that i was willing to give my love, life, and existence for</div><div>she was </div><div>the you</div><div>that you had become</div><div>she is the you that i hate</div><div>she is you</div><div><br /></div><div>- quietdaartist (copyright 2010)</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2968414052909985268?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-19887892675089588862010-11-14T21:17:00.003-05:002010-11-14T21:31:26.308-05:00i can pin point our demise <div>something so seductive </div><div>in both of our eyes</div><div>led us to a place </div><div>that we both despise</div><div>but you </div><div>invited her here</div><div>never knowing that her presence would become problematic</div><div>we said what we had was love</div><div>and she was just</div><div>what lust looked like</div><div>you admitted that she turned you on</div><div>so seductively i stood and watched </div><div>as she found her way into your soul</div><div>with each word </div><div>your body shifted</div><div>and couldnt sit still</div><div>you stared at me</div><div>as she</div><div>led you to ecstasy </div><div>your hands fondled your buttons</div><div>as thoughts of she danced in your mind</div><div>and she knew that she was seducing your senses</div><div>so she</div><div>played with fate until</div><div>your heart beat stopped</div><div>every word grabbed your soul </div><div>and was making you hot</div><div>every thought was </div><div>touching your spot</div><div>until we</div><div>couldnt be </div><div>without she</div><div>we needed her daily devotion to turn you on</div><div>so when you found us sitting alone</div><div>you swore we had something else going on</div><div>but you</div><div>invited her here</div><div>so sometimes i had to sit</div><div>and listen to her flow</div><div>sometimes i had to stop</div><div>and feel her heart beat</div><div>sometimes i needed to be with she</div><div>just so we</div><div>could help you </div><div>be</div><div><br /></div><div>so when you see me</div><div>staring at you while sitting with she</div><div>remember that you </div><div>invited her here</div><div>when you see me holding my pen and caressing she </div><div>with each stroke of my mind</div><div>remember that you</div><div>invited her her</div><div>when you hear about our fall and rise</div><div>and our ultimate demise</div><div>remember that you</div><div>invited her here</div><div><br /></div><div>(quietDAartist/copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1988789267508958886?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-72069433843303090872010-11-14T21:03:00.002-05:002010-11-14T21:16:58.472-05:00i wanted us to be<div>more than just weekend warriors</div><div>i wanted us to do</div><div>more before 9 am</div><div>than most people do in a lifetime</div><div>i wanted you to be my lifetime</div><div>but just as the sun rose </div><div>on our second lifetime</div><div>you compared the grown me </div><div>to the child i used to be</div><div>and even though i swore </div><div>that my past was my last lifetime</div><div>you called it my lifeline</div><div>said that it was intertwine</div><div>in my spine</div><div>like a vine</div><div>you said that all men are either</div><div>canine or swine</div><div>and no mater how different</div><div>i tried to show</div><div>time after time</div><div>to you</div><div>every truth was just a line </div><div>every compliment was game</div><div>every sweet gesture just the same</div><div>because in the end </div><div>the result was so plain</div><div>i couldnt get past your last man</div><div>and all i really wanted was to give you my last name</div><div><br /></div><div>so for you i persevered and pushed</div><div>the sound of your name</div><div>gave me more than a rush</div><div>but in the stillness of our reality</div><div>i recognized </div><div>that i was fighting alone</div><div>one way communication cant always go on</div><div>un-returned phone calls and text because your heart was still stone</div><div>even a concrete rose can only grow for so long</div><div>and in this fight for us</div><div>i was doing it all alone</div><div><br /></div><div>it was i that pushed </div><div>even though we were well past done</div><div>it was i that cried out loud </div><div>under the noon day sun</div><div>it was i that fought for us alone</div><div>in this army of one</div><div><br /></div><div>(quietDAartist/copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-7206943384330309087?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-25498018894293104382010-09-16T20:20:00.003-04:002010-09-16T21:09:07.622-04:00we sat <div>anxiously still<div>like it was our first time</div><div>so much was on my mind</div><div>and i </div><div>didnt </div><div>want </div><div>to mess this up</div><div>so i</div><div>slowly grabbed you by than hand</div><div>and</div><div>began </div><div>hoping you would understand </div><div>that i</div><div>just wanted to take you past where you had already been</div></div><div>you were my sin</div><div>and my salvation</div><div>so i</div><div>decided to stop with the procrastination </div><div>and</div><div>placed my lips </div><div>against the tip</div><div>of your soul</div><div>i began </div><div>caressing on your heart until your eyes closed</div><div>soft nibbles down your neck </div><div>as my fingers explored your spine</div><div>i jokingly asked whos is it</div><div>knowing it was always mine</div><div>you moaned baby its yours</div><div>and i quietly said i know</div><div>its mine</div><div>and this time</div><div>i promise </div><div>never </div><div>to let it go...</div><div><br /></div><div>(quietdaartist/copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2549801889429310438?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-13216752623291483912010-07-17T08:55:00.007-04:002010-07-17T11:40:24.858-04:00visions of she <div>danced in my mind</div><div>as thoughts became words and phrases</div><div>she was the kei </div><div>that unlocked every door </div><div>in the midst of my imagination</div><div>keeping my sanity just in arms reach</div><div>she was my daily devotion</div><div>thoughts of she </div><div>shielded my soul </div><div>she was my protection from pirates </div><div>who wanted to raid my heart and leave me to drown in a sea of despair </div><div>just the mere sight of she painted pictures of past prosperity and promise</div><div>to she</div><div>i </div><div>promise</div><div>to be more than just an Adam</div><div>no longer walking with mortals</div><div>creator of my own destiny</div><div>destined to be more than just great</div><div>for even great men have fallen</div><div>but she</div><div>makes me feel</div><div>omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent </div><div>she be to me</div><div>like kei be to lock</div><div>in her presence i am placed on pedestals where beside me is her proper place</div><div>her laugh becomes my laugh</div><div>her smile becomes my smile</div><div>her heart becomes the place where i find refuge</div><div>she becomes me and we become us</div><div>and because of everything that she releases in me</div><div>i become more than just an Adam</div><div>creator of all that i see</div><div>because of she</div><div>i </div><div>am</div><div>HE</div><div><br /></div><div>(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1321675262329148391?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-69576162681224981042010-07-16T10:06:00.000-04:002010-07-17T10:09:15.561-04:00<div>its hard to imagine holding you </div><div>because i haven’t held you in so long</div><div>its hard to imagine kissing you </div><div>because i haven’t kissed you in so long</div><div>its hard to imagine caressing you </div><div>because its seems like a millennium since the last time my hands were able to feel a glimpse of heaven</div><div><br /></div><div>so i let my mind take the strands of your voice</div><div>and weave them into a comfortable quilt</div><div>that wraps around my soul</div><div>and makes me warm</div><div>i hold your warm words close to my heart to shield it from the cold of my days and loneliness of my nights</div><div>i playfully listen to the way your words gently slide into my thoughts</div><div>and make me realize that even though its hard to imagine</div><div>its not impossible</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>{...an excerpt from the up and coming book, QUIETstorm}</div><div>(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6957616268122498104?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-90739557633448270572010-05-02T23:07:00.002-04:002010-05-03T00:05:11.576-04:00<div>she said she</div><div>would love me forever</div><div>when we talked about we</div><div>it was always us together</div><div>a life full of love</div><div>is what we said was our endeavor </div><div>but some how our always</div><div>has turned into never</div><div><br /></div><div>i</div><div>used to pretend that i didnt see it</div><div>late night phone calls past bed times</div><div>when the world was pretending to be sleep</div><div>she always tried to pass it off as a wrong number</div><div>but </div><div>the vibration of the night was tied to her soul</div><div>and she couldnt find slumber until</div><div>the motion of cell phone tickled her mind</div><div>so i</div><div>lay still </div><div>always pretending that her fingers typing out words on miniature key pads didnt sound like godzilla stomping through hiroshima </div><div>i knew that seventeen was the number that destroyed my soul</div><div>i would listen to each crushing button and count</div><div>then type the word in my mind</div><div>as if i could tell what she said</div><div>three strokes was "143" - a quick way to say i love you</div><div>six strokes was g'nite</div><div>ten strokes was i love you</div><div>and seventeen strokes</div><div>was </div><div>i love you always</div><div>and every morning</div><div>just as the sun rose</div><div>i found her clutching to her phone like a tourist on new york city streets</div><div>fearful that the strangers good morning would go unheard </div><div>or missed</div><div>or ignored</div><div>or silently passed because she was not alone and could not respond the same</div><div>so inside i died</div><div>and held back my scream</div><div>my soul wondered if he </div><div>this stranger</div><div>murdered our forever</div><div>but i quietly moved as if her words were watching me </div><div>waiting for the moment</div><div>to tell me</div><div>good bye</div><div>she said she</div><div>would love me </div><div>always and forever</div><div>but now we</div><div>stand at the brink of never</div><div>because never did i think </div><div>that we </div><div>would not be together</div><div>we promised we would love always</div><div>till the day that we die</div><div>and today </div><div>i found out</div><div>that her always </div><div>was a lie</div><div><br /></div><div>(?uiet da artist/copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-9073955763344827057?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-36229675715357708322010-04-24T22:41:00.004-04:002010-07-30T20:36:35.108-04:00she thought life was a fairy tale<div>she believed that she was born a princess</div><div>and would one day be queen</div><div>she purposely pushed away frogs, fools, and friends</div><div>patiently positioning herself for prince charming</div><div>she believed that she was much more than a peasant </div><div>so when he(i) foolishly smiled in her direction she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didnt</span> waste time</div><div>dismissing his delivery </div><div>and laughing as if she was out of his league</div><div><br /></div><div>see her life was a fairy tale</div><div>where she </div><div>chased after championship rings, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">champagne</span> flutes, and something called chinchilla</div><div>she swore that she would get off the block</div><div>because boys with block dreams seemed to permeate her palace</div><div>and she was predicted to be the picture of perfection</div><div>so when he(i) foolishly smiled in her direction</div><div>she paused, posed then</div><div>looked because he surely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">couldnt</span> believe that he suited her status</div><div><br /></div><div>see her life was a fairy tale</div><div>and she sat solo </div><div>somewhere between fantasy and fiction</div><div>telling tall tales </div><div>talking about perfection like she was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">glenda</span> the good witch</div><div>hiding her reality </div><div>because she wanted to be queen</div><div>so when he(i) tried to tell her that he was KING</div><div>she was so caught up in circumstance that she </div><div>chased chariots with spinning wheels and ill advised financial deals </div><div>she never noticed him standing by her side holding her crown</div><div>she never paused posed or pictured he(i) </div><div>perusing more than just block ambition</div><div>because just as she</div><div>was dreaming of being a queen</div><div>he </div><div>was living to be KING</div><div><br /></div><div>(?<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">uiet</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">da</span> artist/copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3622967571535770832?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-7886655505425347712010-02-16T18:00:00.001-05:002010-02-16T21:28:19.305-05:00i saw you yesterday<br />sitting next to him<br />the two of you looked so happy<br />you looked to be in love<br />i wondered yesterday<br />if you still thought of me<br />the way you used to<br />when we were us<br />i saw you yesterday<br />and my heart turned to dust<br />my eyes filled with pain<br />my soul wanted to die<br />damn<br />i saw you...<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-788665550542534771?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-19182856732829502572010-02-16T17:40:00.002-05:002010-02-16T21:05:47.675-05:00she was a GOD send <div>like a cool breeze blowing through a field of jasmine on a hot summers day</div><div>the mere thought of she made my heart race faster than lightning</div><div>she was my muse</div><div>in my mind</div><div>i danced with the idea of us</div><div>but she was more than just passing time</div><div>she was inspiration</div><div>because of she i wanted to stand still and feel the breeze blowing against my soul</div><div>to me</div><div>she</div><div>was the extension of a life lived</div><div>she was those few moments between waking up and opening my eyes when life was perfect</div><div>she was the only part of a dream remembered</div><div>and because of she</div><div>i dreamed in vivid colors</div><div>i danced to roaring music</div><div>i lived an extraordinary tale</div><div>i loved</div><div>and she created it all</div><div><br /></div><div>?uiet da artist (copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1918285673282950257?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-19869217075211555532010-02-16T12:38:00.000-05:002010-02-16T21:25:36.968-05:00she loves me<br />or<br />does she love me not<br />i stand in the same spot<br />like hustlers on the same block<br />hand clutching the same rock<br />waist line concealing the same glock<br />knee deep in the fire and its all the same hot<br />and she's cloaked in anger saying I have changed not<div><br /></div><div>all she sees is a dope boy</div><div>with no ambition to grow</div><div>but i am scared to let go</div><div>because she came with the dough</div><div>and i would rather go fed</div><div>than to see her flow</div><div>i cant just let her go</div><div><br /></div><div>there are no guarantees that if i get locked she will stay</div><div>but i would rather find out that way</div><div>that she was just here for the payday</div><div><br /></div><div>she loves me</div><div>or </div><div>so my soul hopes</div><div>my back against the ropes</div><div>so much so i cant cope</div><div>but i would rather </div><div>risk it all on one shot with hopes to stay alive</div><div>than to die a slow death at a regular nine to five</div><div>and just when i think WE will make it if we strive</div><div>she leaves me for some d-boy thats all the way live</div><div><br /></div><div>she loves me</div><div>or</div><div>so her words say</div><div>but how do i go from spoiling her heart every day</div><div>thats what got her this way</div><div>and i am scared if i stop</div><div>if i come off this block</div><div>turn in this glock and these rocks</div><div>for portfolios and stock</div><div>she may </div><div>just </div><div>love me not</div><div><br /></div><div>?uiet da artist (copyright 2010)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1986921707521155553?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-85651792056457706362010-01-30T20:41:00.000-05:002010-01-30T20:45:16.742-05:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8565179205645770636?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-25337254543183639082009-12-20T00:00:00.002-05:002009-12-20T01:12:28.841-05:00<div>she used to walk with so much swagger<br />but it came crashing down like nine hundred and eleven towers<br />her song was wrapped in good times like Wilona with a hot date<br />but her life resembled Good Times<br />she was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Times">Millicent Gordon Woods</a><br />she pretended to be perfect</div><div>but her perfection was cloaked in lies</div><div>her soul remained hidden behind 2 for 1 knock off shades </div><div>like a victim of domestic violence</div><div>her mantra was "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Funky_Headhunter">its all good</a>"</div><div>but this wasnt 1994</div><div>so she</div><div>let his movement eat at her soul</div><div>his words continued to chip at her existance until she was no longer the she that she wanted to show the world</div><div>she was a frail comparison of her former self</div><div>and even when she tried to stand tall</div><div>the winds of heartache would blow her down</div><div>and the pressures of stress would bend her over</div><div>leaving her to question the reality of who she had become</div><div>there was a time when she would shun the world</div><div>allow disrespectful diatribes to dance around her like dandelions in a summer field</div><div>but now</div><div>even strangers can call out from car windows </div><div>and their crass comments will devour the very essence of her heart</div><div>so in the mirror she stands</div><div>looking through who she has become</div><div>wondering in her heart where she went wrong</div><div>trying to pin pieces of her pride back to her character </div><div>just so she can shield her self loathing</div><div>she tries to cover her scars with make up</div><div>but even the good bottle of foundation can not cover her cracked foundation</div><div>she wants to move on</div><div>and place her past in packages to be left on the curb</div><div>but somehow</div><div>before the thursday morning pickup she finds her self rummaging through where she used to be</div><div>and using those old wounds to build upon</div><div>yeah</div><div>she says its all good</div><div>but the reality is </div><div>her reality is</div><div>flawed</div><div>she paints on the face of a warrior </div><div>then the face of a queen</div><div>then the face diva</div><div>- which by definition is not the female version of a hustler</div><div>then the face of "ms. i.n.d.e.p.e.n.d.e.n.t.-i can do bad by my damn self" </div><div>then the face of sunday morning service</div><div>and without taking a second look</div><div>she screams love me for me</div><div>but even she </div><div>doesnt love she</div><div>for she </div><div>is just a face </div><div>of all of her insecurities</div><div><br /></div><div>(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2533725454318363908?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-832830969334601362009-11-26T08:20:00.002-05:002009-11-26T08:51:03.338-05:00i fall apart<br />thoughts of you<br />ravage my mind like a pack of wild dogs<br />and i <br />try to remember the good times<br />when love was love and we stood in the midst of it<br />but now<br />we<br />stand on seperate ends of the spectrum looking at two different outcomes<br />staying together would have been so easy <br />had i not shattered like dropped glass<br />but i<br />fall apart<br />laying here feeling as if my soul has been left for dead<br />decisions that seemed so right at the time<br />now look like a fools paradise<br />and i <br />find myself walking in desolation<br />my soul begins to feel the weight of the sun<br />and the faster i walk <br />the stronger the wind presses against my sail<br />when we were us <br />i felt as if i was flying<br />but falling sometimes has the same feeling<br />so when i crashed<br />i shattered<br />and now i <br />stand under the pressures of my own existance<br />and in the distance i see my salvation<br />but as i get closer<br />i realize that it is only a hallucination of an oasis for my desolate soul<br />i <br />fall apart<br />and the pieces are not easily put back together again<br />i am broken to the core<br />and even the mere thought of you<br />unhinges the idea of my soul ever being whole again...<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-83283096933460136?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-51586302447951740212009-11-22T20:29:00.007-05:002009-11-22T21:41:02.405-05:00<div>all i can say is</div><div>DAMN</div><div><br /></div><div>i sit ever so still and watch as you</div><div>slip into something so sexy that </div><div>all i can say is</div><div>DAMN</div><div><br /></div><div>the darkness in the room</div><div>is only broken by the flicker of candle lights </div><div>and a soft moon beam that breaks through a crack in the curtain</div><div><br /></div><div>you glide across the room wearing six inch stilettos and something so sheer that </div><div>all i can say is</div><div>DAMN</div><div><br /></div><div>you press play </div><div>and the mellow smooth sounds of seduction fill the room</div><div>i </div><div>sit </div><div>ever so still</div><div>and watch</div><div>as your silhouette travels toward me crowned in my throne </div><div>and all i can say is</div><div>DAMN</div><div><br /></div><div>you straddle me </div><div>and as i began to caress your frame </div><div>you push my hands aside and laugh</div><div>slow kisses against my neck</div><div>as your fingers began to unbutton my swag</div><div>you keep telling me that tonight</div><div>is about me</div><div>and </div><div>all i can say is</div><div>DAMN</div><div><br /></div><div>but i know that right now is about you</div><div>its about us</div><div>its about taking this beyond anywhere it has ever been</div><div><br /></div><div>so i sit</div><div>ever so still</div><div>and let you seduce me</div><div>with every inch of your soul</div><div>because tonight i </div><div>plan on.....</div><div><br /></div><div>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</div><div><br /></div><div>so i sit</div><div>ever so still</div><div>and </div><div>watch as you</div><div>start us down a journey of seduction, lust and love</div><div><br /></div><div>i sit</div><div>ever so still </div><div>and admire the fact that you put so much attention in the detail</div><div>i look at you </div><div>and i love the details</div><div>and in the midst of us making love</div><div>i pause</div><div>and sit</div><div>ever so still</div><div>and all that i can say is</div><div>DAMN</div><div><br /></div><div>(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-5158630244795174021?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-91155598918331702702009-11-22T20:29:00.003-05:002009-11-22T20:56:42.313-05:00her tears <div>were the color of her pain<div>so when she cried </div><div>rainbows blossomed</div><div>and</div><div>memories of her past</div><div>poured from her soul like hurricanes</div><div><br /></div><div>she </div><div>cried </div><div>blue</div><div>because most days were sadder then before</div><div>memories of love lost</div><div>in the midst of lies</div><div>lies to big to be overlooked</div><div>lies that lingered</div><div>and left her in the middle of lonely</div><div>lies that changed lives</div><div><br /></div><div>she</div><div>cried</div><div>red</div><div>because some days were as passionate as the day before</div><div>love blossomed in her bosom</div><div>and even uncultivated </div><div>love would grow like a weed</div><div>until swings from his fist</div><div>would tear through her soul like paper</div><div><br /></div><div>she</div><div>cried</div><div>yellow</div><div>because some days she was to shy to soar</div><div>she allowed her wings to be clipped</div><div>so there she sat</div><div>peeking off the end of her perch</div><div>knowing that somewhere</div><div>she could </div><div>fly until she was free</div><div><br /></div><div>she </div><div>cried</div><div>green</div><div>because most days</div><div>she envied everything that she had ever seen</div><div>wasted time wishing</div><div>pretending to be in unreachable perfections</div><div>searching for love like so many others</div><div>sitting around sulking</div><div>comparing what they had </div><div>to what she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didnt</span></div><div><br /></div><div>she </div><div>cried</div><div>tears</div><div>that fell like rain </div><div>and released the shackles on her soul</div><div><br /></div><div>so now </div><div>she cried tears of joy</div><div>because the memories of her past were</div><div>just </div><div>memories</div><div>memories of her triumph</div><div>memories of the lives that have changed</div><div>memories of the pain that she overcame</div><div>she cried</div><div>and with each tear she was able to let go</div><div>with each tear she was able to free her soul</div><div>with each tear</div><div>her pain </div><div>blossomed </div><div>into the beauty of a rainbow</div><div><br /></div><div>(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-9115559891833170270?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-23229000267872858612009-11-04T22:15:00.001-05:002009-11-04T23:17:06.028-05:00she stood still<div>even though her heart raced faster than a lightning bolt</div><div>the words that ran through her mind collided like car crashes</div><div>she swore certain things would never leave the lips of a lady</div><div>and she promised herself that tonight she would remain as sweet</div><div>so </div><div>she </div><div>stood </div><div>still</div><div>hoping somehow his words would rang untrue</div><div>looking for the silver lining in the midst of this cloud of gloom</div><div>she </div><div>began listening for something else to fall from his lips</div><div>hoping she would hear his voice through the unrelenting tears</div><div>but he</div><div>put on his masculinity as if she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wasnt</span> standing there hurt</div><div>he began </div><div>throwing his bravado around like he was back on the block beating his chest like ape</div><div>(see sometimes grown men will act like little boys just to get past the pain they caused by breaking a heart)</div><div>and even though she knew his tough exterior was just an act</div><div>the harder he got</div><div>the angrier she felt </div><div>until all she could utter was </div><div>FUCK YOU</div><div><br /></div><div>she stood still</div><div>as he</div><div>quickly broke stride </div><div>allowing his brash <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">demeanor</span> </div><div>to soak in the sounds of her loosing it all</div><div>she was past being a lady</div><div>she realized the he had taken her kindness for weakness</div><div>her silence for softness</div><div>her heart and used it to play with her soul</div><div>so as he paused and waited for her to picture the problem in the words that fell from her lips</div><div>she </div><div>stood still</div><div>and with no apology she allowed it to happen again</div><div>but this time there was a deafening silence to pierce</div><div>so as he stood there perplexed</div><div>she held her head high and said</div><div>FUCK YOU</div><div><br /></div><div>and he couldnt even contemplate the severity of the situation</div><div>yes he cheated </div><div>but somehow his slip ups were never his fault</div><div>he blamed everything from the lack of attention at home to the presistance of the temptation itself</div><div>she listened to him explain how he was a victim of circumstance</div><div>somehow the system put so much pressure on his soul until he had to find solace somewhere else</div><div>and as if sex with a stranger wasnt stress enough </div><div>he left his seed in fertile soil and now he had a son</div><div><br /></div><div>so she stood still</div><div>she knew she loved him but this was her letting him go</div><div>she contemplated what life would be like if he had never said hello</div><div>and even in the middle of gloom </div><div>she knew they would never be</div><div><br /></div><div>so as he waited for her words to come full circle</div><div>never considering the catastrophe that he caused</div><div>she </div><div>simply</div><div>stood perfectly still</div><div>looked straight into his eyes</div><div>and said</div><div>FUCK YOU</div><div><br /></div><div>(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2322900026787285861?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-71494710140426927672009-11-04T19:00:00.001-05:002009-11-04T22:38:30.116-05:00she asked if i did<br />i said not really <div>but for her i would make an exception<br />she said she neither<br />but this was special </div><div>and she may need some direction<br /><br /></div><div>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<div>leaving a trail of mac lip gloss and glitter</div><div>slow nibbles against my nipples and i stood still</div><div>until</div><div>gentle body shivers caused by the cool breeze of the fan brushing against the moist trail of erotica </div><div>that</div><div>moved past my navel</div><div>she began </div><div>removing buttons like obstacles blocking her from her final destinations</div><div>and just as she got past the pretentiousness that she thought she had to portray</div><div>she looked up and said </div><div>i love you</div><div><br /></div><div>i asked if she did<br />she said not really <div>but for me she would make an exception<br />i said me neither<br />but this was special </div><div>and i may need some direction</div><div><br /></div><div>so she placed her hand against my head and guided my lips down the nape of her neck</div><div>i fondled the softness of her left breast with tips of my fingers </div><div>as my tongue teased her right</div><div>i allowed myself to work past her pretentiousness as i </div><div>pulled away everything that prohibited my path</div><div>slow dips of my lips as she placed her hands against the crest of my shoulder until she left traces of her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">animalistic</span> nature</div><div>and just as i felt the arch in her back</div><div>and the tension release in her thighs</div><div>i</div><div>looked up and said</div><div>i love you</div><div><br /></div><div>she asked if i did</div><div>and i said</div><div>yes</div><div><br /></div><div>(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-7149471014042692767?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-64972306711988734322009-11-04T18:58:00.000-05:002009-11-04T22:07:58.957-05:00she is mine<br />if only in my dreams<div>so i hold thoughts of her close to my heart</div><div>i guard the images of us like lion over her cub</div><div>she is my waking thought</div><div>so when i </div><div>open my mind to soak in my day </div><div>i</div><div>close my eyes and feel her presence </div><div>lay softly against my shoulders like the warmth of a hand sewn quilt</div><div>she is the reason i come home </div><div>hoping my day would end covered in soft kisses and a gentle embrace</div><div>she shields me from the pain of the day</div><div>she is mine</div><div>from the creation of my soul</div><div>to the death of my demons</div><div>she is my only temptation</div><div>yea thou i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i will fear nothing</div><div>for she</div><div>is </div><div>my</div><div>rod and my staff</div><div>she protects me for his name sake</div><div>she love me as only she could</div><div>she holds me in her embrace until we are no longer just the sum of our parts</div><div>she is mine</div><div>owned </div><div>protected</div><div>and loved</div><div>and i</div><div>am </div><div>hers</div><div><br /></div><div>(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6497230671198873432?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-45600583667522932912009-10-09T21:43:00.005-04:002009-10-10T01:14:33.350-04:00we sorta<div>bumped into each other by </div><div>circumstance</div><div>later learning that we</div><div>ran in similar circles</div><div>knew the same people</div><div>shopped at the same stores</div><div>she even sang in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sunday</span></span> morning service</div><div>but i</div><div>was blinded by my circumstances</div><div>plagued by the perils of my past <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">predicament</span></div><div>she never even entered into my conscience</div><div>but today this just happened to be circumstance</div><div>i went on errands passing a plethora of peddlers </div><div>for one planned purpose</div><div>so by circumstance i stopped for petroleum </div><div>and in the midst of increasing the lethal emission that destroy ozone layers, polar bears and puppies</div><div>she said hello</div><div>and as pleasantries were exchanged i realized that </div><div>she </div><div>was the portrait that danced in my mind when slumber grabbed hold of my soul</div><div>as she told me her name </div><div>i </div><div>paused</div><div>the perfection of this moment had played in my mind</div><div>but in my dreams just as she uttered those words </div><div>i</div><div>was sent running back to reality</div><div>forced to face the real world</div><div>but today this is the real world</div><div>she was real </div><div>we were real</div><div>and i was </div><div>learning that nothing happens by circumstance</div><div>today was destiny</div><div>this was destined to be</div><div>because this moment would not have been this perfect </div><div>had it happened any sooner than right now</div><div>she was my right now</div><div>she was lost in love but realized that her only way out was to be found</div><div>and even though i was no longer seeking salvation</div><div>my soul still searched for solace</div><div>for the father said man should not be alone</div><div>and scripture reads he who finds a wife finds a good thing</div><div>she was my good thing</div><div>she was my grove <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thang</span></div><div>she was my lullaby that lulled my soul to peace</div><div>she was my peace</div><div>and when the world would scream </div><div>and my mind would race </div><div>and my day seemed as if it was on fire</div><div>she was my cool <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sunday</span> breeze</div><div>she was a soft note from a jazz <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">saxophone</span> that swelled with soulful emotion</div><div>she was my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">rhythm</span> section</div><div>she was my beat</div><div>no this was not by circumstance</div><div>because destiny has a purpose</div><div>and our past were on a path that crossed right now</div><div>and there we stood</div><div>in the middle of right now</div><div>forgetting a lifetime of mistakes that led us</div><div>to </div><div>right now</div><div>though some may mistake this a circumstance</div><div>this is </div><div>falling in love</div><div>right now</div><div><br /></div><div>(?uiet Da Artist/copyright 2009)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-4560058366752293291?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-33033074719177293602009-10-06T21:45:00.003-04:002009-10-06T22:08:01.486-04:00its been a minute<div>since i took time to spend a minute</div><div>so tonight i picked up the pen a minute</div><div>in hopes that you could lend a minute</div><div>and listen to my thoughts and dream</div><div>take pause for my whispers </div><div>and stand still at my screams</div><div>partake in a few childish things</div><div>play games like we have time sewn up</div><div>and then pretend we are all grown up</div><div><br /></div><div>it truly has been a minute</div><div>but it seems like time stood still</div><div>these words play doctor to help my soul heal</div><div>these tears pushed pens on paper and made my heart fill</div><div>these thought kept telling me that this is so real</div><div><br /></div><div>so like every time before</div><div>i came back to what was right</div><div>i came back just to write</div><div>and let these words spread wing and take flight </div><div>because this is my life</div><div><br /></div><div>i love this shit....</div><div><br /></div><div>(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)</div><div><br /></div><div>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</div><div><br /></div><div>LETS GET IT!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3303307471917729360?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-34275798243907319022009-09-01T11:44:00.002-04:002009-09-01T11:47:01.189-04:00sometimes conversation<br />can ruin a situation<br />and deliberation may<br />sway determination<br />but I've been in serious contemplation<br />about coming to your destination<br />to replace whatever has become my replacement<br />or in simple english<br />I would love to taste u again<br /><br />(?uiet DA artist/copyright 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3427579824390731902?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-37484090570840589512009-08-25T03:09:00.001-04:002009-08-25T23:53:33.127-04:00she rocked rings on fingers<br />because lameness lingered<br />in potential suitors<br /><br />she thought that flashing shine<br />would change their minds<br />but<br />real players knew that persistence paid dividends<br />so they pressed harder when they thought<br />that she could either be bought<br />or pursuaded to make a lifetime of mistakes<br />they werent concerned with her heartache<br />or what was in her mind<br />they only saw the potential to turn water into wine<br />to turn no into maybe<br />maybe into yes<br />and yes<br />into a morning of regret<br /><br />they had no regret<br />no conscience<br />no shame<br />and the shine she wore only protected her against lame<br />she thought she was past game<br />but no one ever told her that not all of us grow up<br /><br />still using highschool tatics<br />pressing unpopular chicks for target practice<br />lies covered in truth to hide the scars of ugly<br />sometimes pretty words can cover actions that are so ugly<br /><br />either the church or the club<br />she tried both paths<br />and neither was a perfect fit<br />lame was still lame speaking that same lame shit<br /><br />she being single attracted married men looking for a way out<br />but she pretending to be married attracted single men just wanting to play out<br />or looking for a pay out<br />and not to mention the other side that was trying to wash the gay out<br /><br />she caught it from fake chicks<br />pretending to be cake chicks<br />talking about how they would break chicks<br /><br />different package but the same tricks<br />and this is what she had to deal with<br /><br />she was sexy and single<br />she wanted to mingle<br />just wanted to dance, have a good time and not be stressed<br />but a night out meant lames with lame game in a full court press<br />wrinkling her dress<br />blowing smoke in her fresh<br />creating a mess<br />just to see how she would test<br />but she rocked her flyest fit<br />and prayed for the best<br /><br /><br />dear GOD<br />teach these lames that my name aint boo or bitch<br />and tell them just because im fly dont me that they can talk bat shit<br />or reach out and touch this<br />tonight im doing me<br />the best that I can<br />im not looking for a man<br />or some type of payment plan<br />just a good time<br />and not a one night stand<br />not a one night man<br />if any thing at all<br />maybe just a slow dance<br />some one to hold hands<br />and a one life plan<br />in your name i pray<br />amen<br />and<br />amen<br /><br /><br /><br />(?uiet Da Artist/Copyright 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3748409057084058951?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-3086282437050616252009-07-31T23:59:00.000-04:002009-08-01T01:20:35.862-04:00i apologize for making you wait<br />so long<br />i promise you that it wont take<br />so long<br />i will be done before you waive<br />so long<br />or goodbye<br />this is not goodbye<br />just me getting my mind<br />back on<br />so let me slip something more comfortable on<br />like the thoughts of you and i<br />making every thing right<br />so wrong<br />why do i not write for<br />so long<br />when i know my words have been ripe<br />for<br />so long<br />but it seems like i havent been able to write in<br />so long<br />until thoughts of you and i came along<br />and i<br />realized that<br />these words are succulent like fresh fruit<br />sweet like mango<br />soft like a georgia peach<br />tasty like a florida orange<br />and juicy like a southern watermelon<br />you are these words<br />your mind is succulent like fresh fruit<br />your soul is sweet like mango<br />your touch is soft like a georgia peach<br />your body is tasty like a florida orange<br />and you are juicy like a southern watermelon<br />so i<br />apologize for not being inspired in<br />so long<br />i am here because i have to right<br />this wrong<br />and not leave your ripe<br />for<br />too long<br />and pick you ripe because you<br />are<br />my fresh fruit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-308628243705061625?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-69577271386717261652009-05-11T20:45:00.004-04:002009-05-12T12:06:38.993-04:00the first time was like a life time<br />and i knew i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didnt</span> want you to leave<br />the second time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wasnt</span> the right time time<br />and i knew that you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">couldnt</span> stay<br /><br /><br />she<br />said we would be<br />that type of situation that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">didnt</span> need labels<br />i would be me<br />she would be she<br />and we would be<br />two people bound only by touch<br />it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wasnt</span> supposed to mean so much<br />it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wasnt</span> supposed to go so far<br />this<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">wasnt</span> supposed to happen<br /><br /><br />she<br />said we would be<br />free from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">constraints</span> of heartaches and lies<br />free from all ties<br />free from t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hose</span> things that make situations turn stale<br />we would be free<br />to explore that which made perfect us<br />we were free to live life<br />free to just lust<br /><br /><br />she said she<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">wasnt</span> the type<br />to fall in love with someone so flawed<br />she knew all of my flaws<br />and she said<br />we<br />would never be<br /><br />more than just two people<br />bound by sexual tension<br />but<br />she<br />also failed to mention<br />that in the midst of us<br />flying free<br />one day<br />we<br />may just<br /><br />fall<br /><br /><br />and our whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">situation</span> was trapped in two nights<br />bound by two ideas<br />captured by two thoughts<br /><br /><br />the first time was lust<br />with no strings<br />no heartache<br />the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">second</span> time was trust<br />with ties<br />and heart break<br /><br /><br />the first time was sex<br />with no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">commitment</span><br />no rules<br />the second time was love<br />and we were destined to lose<br /><br /><br />we took <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">reckless</span> abandon<br />and tried to change it into a lifetime of substance<br />with us<br />there was no substance<br />we went from fucking for the sake of fucking<br />to spending time<br />to falling in love<br />to childish <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">arguments</span> about not calling back<br />damn<br />i just want my friend back<br /><br />i just want to start over<br />and fall in love from hello<br />i want us<br />to be us<br />with no pretence<br />no lies<br />no rules<br />no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">boundaries</span><br />no plan<br />and no flawed beginnings<br /><br />(quiet DA artist/copyright 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6957727138671726165?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-45768385656692996642009-05-01T11:35:00.004-04:002009-05-01T22:36:32.788-04:00she read his words and wondered if she was still his muse<br />she saw<br />side line comments left<br />leaving her to ponder if his heart still sang the letters in her name<br />she<br />read his words<br />and it took her back to moments when they met<br />conversations that led to lives touched<br />that led to minds changed<br />that led to love<br />she read his words and in each phrase<br />she<br />saw his soul<br />she knew what was real<br />she could tell what ran from his heart<br />and not just his pen<br />she read his words<br />and between each pause she closed her eyes and felt his hand around her heart<br />holding on to every beat<br />she<br />read his words<br />and even though life had taken them to different places<br />stood them in different corners<br />talked to them in different tones<br />held them in different ways<br />she<br />knew his words<br />they were warm<br />when she was cold<br />they were stable<br />when she felt weak<br />they were safe<br />when she felt alone<br />she<br />read his words and knew<br />this was for her<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-4576838565669299664?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-80310646331060188752009-04-16T08:23:00.001-04:002009-04-17T02:49:09.212-04:00<p>It was as if I had inhaled the very essence of who she is<br />Parts of her soul danced within me<br />She is my morning<br />The beginning of my new day<br />She is the sum of my parts<br />She is my completion<br />I am the original man<br />Adam<br />And she is my Eve<br />Flesh of my flesh<br />Bone of my bone<br />She is my rib<br />She is the very pounding of my heart<br />Beating against my chest<br />I am KING<br />David<br />And she is my Bathsheba<br />For her<br />I am sin<br />Forgive us our transgressions as we forgive those who have transgressed against us<br />She is my understanding as only I can understand it<br />She is the solution to my complication<br />She is all that I will ever be<br />She is<br />You</p><p>copyright 2009/QuietdaArtist</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8031064633106018875?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-16968669886894033592009-03-25T21:00:00.000-04:002009-03-25T22:27:12.925-04:00winters spent in discontent<br />we had<br />summer plans<br />until<br />late menstration causes changed situations<br />and we found ourselves fighting the obvious<br />you didn't love me enough to stay<br />so we<br />parted ways like ghetto braids<br />what we had was just for show<br />but now the world wants to see if we can make it<br />but we are five thousand miles past pretending<br />and<br />no one wants to u-turn<br />tonight its your turn<br />so you<br />get sassy<br />slip into something sexy<br />and before the wind blows the door shut<br />you are out<br />gone with no trace<br />no trail of bread crumbs<br />no coming back<br />you joke as if you're not coming back<br />leaving me to play the role<br />of<br />part time father<br />and full time babysitter<br />you leave me watching disney as you<br />dance under dim lights with dj's spinning disc behind disco balls<br />you allow slow drink to turn into slow wines<br />slow songs into slow grinds<br />and before you can slow down<br />it is done<br />you pressed fast forward on our winters discontent<br />decided you would no longer be<br />just<br />content<br />express to me that you didnt like my contents (that in which i am made of)<br />you have fallen out of love<br />and<br />i<br />am<br />left frozen like the tundra<br />wrapped in my childhood blanket<br />seeking security<br />but<br />you<br />have fallen out of love<br />and<br />i<br />am<br />cold<br /><br /><br />quiet da artist/copyright 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1696866988689403359?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-63699672165062305652009-01-02T10:28:00.004-05:002009-01-11T23:52:21.345-05:00i<br />playfully asked what are you wearing<br />but<br />before you could answer<br />i<br />picture you<br />prancing around<br />pretending to be as perfect as a pin up<br />better then any <a href="http://www.ebonyjet.com/">beauty of the week </a>or<br />sexy centerfold<br />i was seduced by<br />you<br />images of you lingered on my mind<br />and i kept remembering<br />the first day i was captured by your smile<br />seduced by something other than just your sexiness<br />i<br />carefully crafted words to keep you coming close to me<br />making sure you heard my heart scream<br />so i<br />playfully asked<br />what are you wearing<br />and before you said a word<br />i<br />pictured you<br />standing in the mirror<br />contemplating complaining about what seems so perfect to me<br />you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> like your hair<br />or something about your size<br />you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dont</span> like your curve of your hips<br />you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dont</span> like your thighs<br />you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dont</span> like waist or the nape of your neck<br />and what you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dont</span> like<br />drives me<br />wild<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">im</span> seduced by your hair just as it is<br />i love everything about your size<br />i am drawn to the curve of your hips<br />and my hands seem stuck to your thighs<br />i cant help but caress your waist and would love to kiss the nape of your neck<br />so<br />when i ask<br />what are you wearing<br />even before you say a word<br />i<br />picture<br />pretty panties place neatly in their place<br />pumps put up in your closets<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">perfume</span> never pressed out of the bottle<br />and pearls draped back in the box<br />i<br />picture<br />you<br />perfect without pretense<br />seductive without showing off<br />beautiful for the sake of being beautiful<br /><br /><br />(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">da</span> artist/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">copywrite</span> 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6369967216506230565?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-81463356755420864402008-12-28T21:27:00.004-05:002009-01-02T10:27:36.491-05:00they say nobody is perfect<br />but i look at you and realize<br />these are the same people that told me there was a santa clause<br />they<br />say<br />nobody is perfect<br />but they don't know<br />the depth of your mind<br />or the<br />softness of your touch<br />or the<br />sweetness of your soul<br />they say<br />nobody is perfect<br />but<br />they<br />have never heard your hello at the end of a long day<br />they have never felt your lips against their neck<br />they have never fallen so deep into your embrace that they get lost in your life<br />they say<br />nobody is perfect<br />but the picture of perfection painted by every word they say is you<br />they<br />say<br />nobody is perfect<br />but they<br />don't know<br />the perfection of you.<br /><p>(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8146335675542086440?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-85102816587891011042008-12-26T23:00:00.001-05:002008-12-27T09:55:32.801-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;">sunlight splashes against my face<br />i drape my hands across your frame<br />and pull you next to me<br />i need you next to me<br />i expect the inevitable<br />so i refuse to open my eyes<br />i know that as the sun grows brighter<br />our day will have to begin<br />and the perfection of this moment will spread its wings and fly away<br />so i<br />pull you so close<br />that we are touching in every space<br />the fragrance of your hair<br />dances against my face<br />the softness of your back<br />graces my chest<br />the curve of your ass<br />settles into my lap<br />the firmness of your thighs<br />brush against my legs<br />and<br />we<br />lay<br />perfectly pressed against my soul<br />i pull you so close<br />that you<br />feel secure in my every thought<br />at this moment<br />i cant go wrong<br />without this moment<br />we cant go on<br />so<br />we avoid the sunlight<br />like vampires in search of shelter<br />counting every moment as if time stood still<br />and<br />without speaking a word<br />i become you<br />you become me<br />we become<br />more than just this moment<br />we are the perfection of our past<br />the peak of our present<br />and the promise of our phuture<br />at this moment<br />this<br />is our future<br />and everything about this moment<br />has me<br />hiding from the sunlight<br /><br />(?uiet DA artist/copyright 2008)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8510281658789101104?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-32357323280667165182008-12-14T21:07:00.002-05:002008-12-14T23:13:33.644-05:00she said<br />baby what are you thinking<br />and without words my mind took flight<br />i pictured her<br />chocolate lace negligee<br />seductively shaping her shell<br />falling against her frame<br />i imagined my hands reading her body like braille<br />caressing her thighs<br />then<br />up to her waist<br />i follow my hands with kisses<br />as i slowly peel away the packaging<br />she slides below to get more comfortable<br />and<br />before she can move<br />i<br />find myself taking nibbles against her soul<br />she shivers and smiles as my tongue teases her creamy center<br />and just before she explodes<br />i open my eyes<br />and she says<br />baby<br />what are you thinking<br />and<br />with a smile on my face<br />all<br />i<br />can say<br />is<br />cupcakes<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3235732328066716518?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-77793916221204186742008-12-11T12:13:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:33:15.755-05:00she is my inspiration<br />images of her dance delightfully in the dens of my mind<br />pushing my pen to create tales of love, lust, and life<br />i close my eyes and see her frame<br />and my mind wonders to a place where poetic perfection is met with simple seduction<br />her words expel thought that turn into dreams<br />dreams so vivid that my pen becomes a paintbrush and my paper becomes my canvas<br />and my words tell our story<br />and she sits<br />listening to every syllable<br />seeing how it relates to her soul<br />each word gives her goosebumps<br />and inspires her smile<br />the words began to dance delightfully in the dens of her mind<br />pushing her body toward love, lust, and life<br />she closes her eyes and sees my thoughts<br />her mind wonders to a place where simple seduction is met with poetic perfection<br />her words expel thoughts that turn into emotion<br />emotion so vivid that her body becomes a paintbrush and her hands become her canvas<br />and she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">begins</span> to relive our story<br />so i sit<br />watching every movement<br />seeing her every motion relates to my mind<br />her touch gives my words life<br />and inspires my soul<br />she is my inspiration<br />images of her dance<br />pushing my pen<br />i close my eyes<br />my mind wonders<br />and together<br />we<br />inspire<br /><br />(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">da</span> artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-7779391622120418674?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-27993168618169289862008-10-21T21:11:00.002-04:002008-10-21T22:26:48.475-04:00last night<br />it slipped from my lips like daggers<br />i wanted to pretend it wasnt said<br />but<br />your movements screamed otherwise<br />pause<br />i continued to press play or fast forward<br />but you wanted me to repeat it<br />you sought confirmation in conversation<br />so<br />you went from<br />soft moans<br />to quiet tones<br />to<br />silence<br />your mind wondered if the words that stained your brain actually fell from my lips<br />and i knew then<br />that things had changed<br />i tried to rewind my mind<br />and ask myself if there was a way out<br />i closed my eyes<br />and searched for the exit<br />but every word that fell sounded like a lie<br />you said<br />muthafuqa dont lie<br />but the truth would ruin every thing we had<br />so i<br />thought of words that could tempt your minds third eye in to believing that fantasy was real<br />you knew it wasnt real<br />so you<br />covered you soul with anger<br />wrapped it around your waist and walked away<br />I wanted you to stay<br />but what else could i say<br />i watched you in my mind<br />and tried to blame it on the liquor<br />we knew it wasnt the liquor<br />you knew that she held on to my soul<br />you knew there where parts of me that she would always control<br />you knew that when i closed my eyes<br />- even in the midst of us making love<br />you knew that<br />she<br />was<br />my soul<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2799316861816928986?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-44131883032738973612008-09-27T01:34:00.002-04:002008-10-21T22:55:03.798-04:00she said baby get comfortable<br />and I<br />unlaced my swagger<br />i kicked them off and neatly sat them at the end of my day<br />i<br />allowed the softness of her soul to engulf my cool<br />as she began to unbutton my bravado<br />she placed her hands against my shoulders and massaged away my strut<br />she said this was home<br />so<br />easily i put away my savage self<br />and let my lion become a lamb<br />i didnt need my cockiness<br />so i folded it away and placed by the door<br />she sheltered my soul so i could be free<br />she took the time to learn the inner me<br />we knew that outside this was something i couldnt be<br />she knew that on the streets my swagger was stashed in my waistban<br />my lion walked without a leash<br />so tonight she sat it all neatly at the end of my day<br />soft kissed took all of my stress away<br />and her heartbeat<br />allowed me<br />to be<br />uncool<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-4413188303273897361?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-88337514220534363952008-07-29T21:22:00.004-04:002008-07-29T23:06:08.864-04:00i should have never started<br />undressing her with my eyes<br />allowing my mind to run wild about her<br />thighs<br />lips<br />hips<br />breast<br />wondering if my imagination would do her justice<br />i am lucky<br />and she is justice<br />i am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jason</span><br />and she is lyric<br />thoughts of tasting her soul inspired these lyrics<br />slow groves like the blues<br />that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">darius</span> played for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nina</span><br />"i got to admit girl, you're the shit girl and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">diggin</span> you like a grave"<br />and i could lie as if<br />this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wasnt</span> for my pleasure<br />tasting her brown sugar<br />until we both got wetter<br />tonight for us<br />could not get any better<br />thought of our bodies entangled together<br />watching movies<br />until we start<br />acting out love scenes<br />making our own love scene<br />loving our own love scene<br />good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nite</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dominique</span> la rue<br /><br />(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">da</span> artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8833751422053436395?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-75655315723844557672008-07-28T22:58:00.001-04:002008-09-09T17:56:48.818-04:00i was dazed by your frame<br />amazed by everything from<br />the curve of your breast to the cusp of your thighs<br />well past romance<br />tonight i<br />want to kiss touch and tease<br />while you<br />grasp hold and squeeze<br />your hands around my waist<br />your thighs around my face<br />your body<br />lay<br />still<br />in one place until<br />until<br />until<br />you flow like spilled milk<br />and i drink every drop<br />i try to say<br />baby<br />baby<br />dont stop<br />but<br />it comes out like<br />"get it/get it"<br />you dont understand my words<br />but you like my motions and movements<br />tonight is not just about a movement<br />this is a revolution<br />and in my mind its televised<br />because ive pictured every thing from your smile to your thighs<br />your lows and your high<br />tasting parts for your delicate surprise<br />looking in your eyes<br />i now realize<br />there are a few things that i love<br />more than life itself<br />tasting you<br />has been put on that shelf<br />right<br />next to<br />the<br />peanut butter...<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-7565531572384455767?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-550807664950001222008-07-13T23:14:00.002-04:002008-07-14T01:17:26.685-04:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">sunrise saturday morning<br />to<br />sunset sunday night<br />she was my army of one<br />spending her weekdays working a situation with false promises of promotion<br />never pushing her to her potential<br />never recognizing the real she<br />she<br />couldnt wait until he<br />walked out<br />pretending to play<br />whatever role delighted his two day trek<br />she could care less where he landed<br />because for two days we was able to be all that we could be<br />tactile maneuvers kept us hidden behind enemy lines<br />and for this moment she was the commander<br />dictating my every move<br />telling me where to touch<br />where to taste<br />taking me to temptations treasure<br />she was my captain and i was her soldier<br />she was my commander in chief and i was her troop<br />i let her lead<br />because to he<br />she was his prisoner of war<br />held captive by politics and propaganda<br />but to me<br />she was<br />my<br />weekend warrior </span><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(quiet da artist/copyright 2008</span>)</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-55080766495000122?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-4387213343828523072008-07-13T11:17:00.000-04:002008-07-13T12:18:18.058-04:00sitting alone<br />i <br />let my mind travel<br />dancing around distant memories<br />until images of <br />you <br />permeated my thoughts<br />i zoom past were we began <br />slowing down only for erotic kisses<br />soft touches <br />and<br />long showers<br />imaging us beneath waterfalls<br />until <br />your soul becomes drenched in love<br />we play in the rain<br />we splash in puddles<br />then we<br />turn our embrace into life<br />you <br />are <br />my life<br />i<br />let my mind travel<br />dancing around images of you<br />until only u <br />fill my thoughts<br />i see your touch<br />i feel your words<br />i taste your heartbeat<br />i hear your body quiver<br />and<br />i <br />moan<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-438721334382852307?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-13257934082553259082008-07-13T00:10:00.001-04:002008-07-13T13:17:58.434-04:00i love the erotic she<br />picture <br />poses<br />dancing under fluorescent vanity light<br />erotic she <br />sheds her shy shell<br />and <br />hides only her eyes behind her flipped open communication device<br />she is meek and reserved <br />but erotic she<br />finds pleasure in victorias discreet whisper<br />pretending to pose for top model<br />erotic she is my top model<br />sending sexy silhouettes of her fabulous frame<br />teasing my thoughts<br />and becoming my lifes temptation<br />she slips into something to seduce my soul<br />leaving me breathless<br />loving me back to life<br />...<br />click<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1325793408255325908?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-30522846625449506652008-07-12T20:49:00.002-04:002008-07-12T21:13:08.071-04:00it had been a lifetime<br />since my words had her wetter than the mississippi<br />so i picked up my pen<br />and hoped<br />this <br />would cause her<br />levee<br />to <br />break<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3052284662544950665?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-4241943951343663822008-05-18T17:13:00.001-04:002008-05-18T20:18:01.379-04:00without her<br />i <br />wasnt i<br />my <br />soul wasnt connected<br />my <br />heart wasnt beating<br />my <br />i wasnt i<br />without her <br />i <br />was like a lighter with no flame<br />without her<br />i <br />was like a boat with no sail<br />no story to tell<br />she was my once upon a time<br />and my the end<br />she was my friend<br />my lover <br />my reason for being<br />with her i was supposed to grow old<br />she was my soul<br />my heart<br />my i<br />and without her <br />i was useless<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-424194395134366382?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-39755033496992674042008-04-23T09:14:00.003-04:002008-04-23T09:35:21.644-04:00my touch made her<br />as wet as a rain drop<br />she blamed my stare<br />- said the way i looked at her made her warm<br />i pretended to look away<br />but continue to follow her frame with my words<br />erasing doubt that was placed before me<br />i<br />promised to kiss every thing <br />that made her blush<br />confidently i<br />slipped off her sling back sandal<br />told her to sit back <br />and<br />began kissing away her day<br />her mind began to race<br />as i poured passion like warm honey<br />- slow and methodical<br />her eyes closed <br />as i covered her thigh with soft touches<br />my tongue raced to a space<br />and rested in her crease<br />she held all of me<br />placed her hand around my soul<br />and just as excitement <br />tensed in her back<br />she moaned<br />her fingers became entangled in my mane<br />i was a lion <br />and she was my prey<br />no regard for the world around us<br />we were <br />joined at the soul<br />i placed my lips against her lips<br />my tongue against her tongue<br />my eyes looking up <br />to see her<br />face<br />i continued to tease and taste <br />until she erupted<br />and flowed like a river<br />making her soul quiver<br />her legs shake her nipples became sensitive to the touch<br />she said<br />this<br />is<br />too<br />much<br />every movement made her body rush<br />she screamed<br />i'm trying to be quiet<br />i lifted up just to say <br />what<br />but passion placed pressure against her hands<br />only allowing me to move for a moment<br />she said<br />i'm trying to be quiet<br />and as if her words struck a never with my ego<br />i said <br />what<br />her sounds held captive by her moan<br />she said<br />i<br />am trying <br />to<br />be <br />quiet<br />without moving i continued to take her there<br />smiled <br />and said<br />you already are<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3975503349699267404?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-18137527792585384642008-04-22T08:40:00.006-04:002008-04-22T12:48:15.966-04:002AM<br />and her slumber was shattered by <br />ushers desire to make love in the club<br />she kept wondering what made her purchase that song<br />especially<br />at <br />2AM<br />her eyes burned by the brightness of the caller id<br />she <br />attempted to say hello<br />but her 2AM voice<br />was hard to understand<br />hello she repeated for the first time<br />hoping this late night slumber thief<br />wasnt the result of inebriated fingers pressing multiple digits<br />his quiet<br />taunted her mind like a children on playgrounds <br />hello she said<br />however<br />silently he sat<br />wondering what to say<br />he called <br />hoping not to disturb her peace<br />but to change the course of her day<br />he called<br />wishing to digitally record his hearts desires after the beep<br />he called <br />wishing when she awoke flashing lights would indicate <br />one missed call<br />one message left<br />and she would listen and know how he felt<br />he called<br />but instead of a remake of what a real voice should sound like <br />he heard his say hello<br />so quietly he sat<br />and again she said hello<br />his heart began to flutter<br />his mind began to race <br />his world stood still<br />and just before he abruptly ended the phone call<br />he said<br /><br />i love you<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1813752779258538464?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-15868640962226349842008-04-13T12:54:00.006-04:002008-04-14T13:31:37.295-04:00she emerged from the shower<br />covered in nothing but <br />water<br />reaching for a towel <br />a cool breeze from the circulating air ran rampant across her chest<br />is it me i asked<br />she laughed <br />and walked away<br />knowing i couldnt stay<br />i watched her<br />as she <br />ran the pink terry cloth fabric across her skin<br />soaking up water<br />that i told her i would have drank slowly with a straw <br />she laughed<br />and walked away<br />knowing i couldnt stay<br />she sat in front of the vanity<br />but not being vain<br />she was confident about her frame<br />until somebody was watching<br />she began to cover her delicate skin<br />with exotic oils and creams<br />it was like a image from my dreams<br />i offered an extra hand<br />she laughed <br />and walked away <br />knowing i couldnt stay<br />as she blew a kiss my way<br />she<br />softly lay down against my bed<br />smiled at me and said<br />"have a good day at work"<br /><br />damn im late again<br />and that is why i hate my job<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1586864096222634984?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-50933747837592083732008-04-13T12:52:00.002-04:002008-04-13T12:54:46.184-04:00took a little hiatus to get my juices flowing<br />thanks for checking back and back again<br />if you like it<br />tell a friend <br />if you hate it still tell a friend<br />---<br />this is me<br />Quite da Artist<br />aka<br />created in HIS image<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-5093374783759208373?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-32611331055711739012008-03-03T11:21:00.001-05:002008-03-03T11:24:51.111-05:00Recently written pieces were removed because I didn't like them.<br />- NUFF SAID<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3261133105571173901?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-4430356892420305022008-02-28T19:07:00.000-05:002008-02-28T21:33:57.826-05:00(muse: 1. the source of and artist's inspiration)<br /><br /><br />it started with slow kisses<br />soft caresses<br />and tender touches<br />she<br />allowed her inhibitions to run wild like a field of trojan horses<br />standing <br />below the sun storms<br />until her body was <br />drenched<br />she closed her eyes <br />and waited for his hands to move<br />she wanted to be free<br />and he<br />released her soul like an inmate from the prison of her mind<br />she enjoyed the chase as<br />rain glisten off her frame<br />leaving her <br />wet<br />she<br />began to moan<br />making<br />sex faces<br />as i painted pictures of passion with phrases placed in pros<br />yeah <br />i AM a poet<br />and she would listen to my words<br />and know that she was my muse<br />she understood that i wrote for her<br />so she continued to give me fuel for my fire<br />sexy lingerie<br />for those flows that would ignite more than just the soul<br />simple placed kisses<br />that created literary canon<br />she was my theme<br />the reason that i write<br />she was so right<br />keeping me focused<br />with<br />slow kisses<br />soft caresses <br />and tender touches<br /><br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-443035689242030502?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-8356282755350525772008-01-20T11:21:00.001-05:002008-01-20T19:12:10.771-05:00amazing grace<br />how sweet the sound<br />that saved a wretch like me<br />i once was lost<br />but now<br />i am found<br />she <br />found me<br />i wasnt hiding but we<br />were no longer we<br />she was she<br />and i<br />was <br />lonely<br />living a lie<br />racing toward being content in unhappiness<br />pretending to be in love<br />and she<br />came crashing back into my life<br />reminding me of us<br />asking if i cared<br />telling me where we<br />stopped being us<br />amazing grace<br />how sweet the sound<br />i loved to hear her hello<br />i hated her goodbye<br />i was possessed by her sound<br />captivated by her laugh<br />and she<br />was my daily <br />devotion<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-835628275535052577?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-15593359189485849972008-01-12T15:07:00.000-05:002008-01-12T15:39:10.639-05:00i said hello<br />as the phone disturbed my slumber<br />interrupting delicate thoughts that would later elude my memories<br />she was<br />on the other end<br />quiet<br />whispering words that caused me to strain for silence<br />"im up" i said as i wondered what importance was she holding<br />that made her think i should be awaken<br />she asked if i was alone<br />but she knew that i was<br />because that is how she left me<br />my mind still fighting to grasp reality<br />i asked<br />"what are you doing"<br />and before the words fell to the floor<br />she said<br />i<br />came home and couldnt control myself thoughts of us ran wild through my mind leaving me wanting what i had just let go so as i barely made it past the door i laid across the couch and<br />well<br />im touching myself<br />i began to imagine your hands removing the blouse you just helped me put on<br />but you moved too slow<br />so with the force of a goddess<br />i sent buttons flying across the room like pegasus<br />i pressed my back against couch cushions as if your weight lay against my chest<br />and i slid my fingers past my thighs<br />and then<br />i realized<br />i wanted you here<br />i needed you here<br />your voice excites me like prophetic preachers standing in the pulpits proclaiming the prophesy<br />your words tingle my soul<br />your aroma entices me<br />and i know that it isnt just lust with us<br />it is a much deeper emotion<br />and i<br />really, really, really, need you to<br />talk me though<br />guide my way<br />lead me to the path of passion<br />lay me down<br />restore my soul<br />help me sleep through the night<br />make<br />me<br />smile<br /><br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1559335918948584997?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-88250336192200849412008-01-12T13:38:00.000-05:002008-01-12T13:52:39.514-05:00for her<br />there was no in between<br />it was either laughter or tears<br />happiness or pain<br />it was all or nothing<br />she made me feel like nothing<br />in a matter of days<br />no hours<br />no seconds<br />in a matter of seconds<br />we went from lovers and friends<br />to<br />nothing<br />thrown away like the first page of a poets thoughts<br />every idea was leading to a better idea<br />and she had no idea that i would hurt like this<br />but for her<br />there was no in between<br />it was all or nothing<br />i<br />must be<br />nothing<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">un</span>-returned phone calls mean nothing<br />unanswered letters mean nothing<br />slow songs on radios about love lost mean nothing<br />it is as if we were nothing<br />we never existed<br />i never existed<br />a face with no name<br />familiar but only for the sake of familiarity<br />speeding through love<br />wanting to get away<br />hoping not to get stopped by those who need to see my heart<br />because my soul<br />has<br />no ID<br /><br />(?<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">uiet</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">da</span> artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8825033619220084941?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-83194625922541021402008-01-12T12:45:00.000-05:002008-01-15T14:35:29.430-05:00my hands chased her curves<br />like a police pursuit<br />through alleys and gutters<br />my mind was so gutter<br />she asked what i was thinking<br />but my mouth would never repeat what my mind was screaming<br />i could slightly see through the darkness<br />as she began to move closer<br />i allowed my hands to stop at her waist<br />my mind began to scream louder<br />as i walked through the decision of my night<br />i could<br />~slowly slide my hands under the softness of her shirt<br />~circling her stomach until she<br />~lifted her arms and allowed me to free her frame from captivity<br />~so exited about freedom i start<br />~kissing at her navel and make my way to that spot that<br />~makes her smile<br />~my eyes follow her eyes<br />~as she leads me to the the very place she wants me to kiss <span class="blsp- spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">next</span><br />or i could<br />~run my fingers under her waistline<br />~until i can peel away the top button<br />~slowly moving the zipper down<br />~as i place my lips against her stomach<br />~and explore this new territory<br />~quickly her skirt falls to the floor<br />~revealing all the things that victoria considers a secret<br />her body is<br />warm<br />and i try to play it cool<br />but you can see how anxious my eyes get<br />how excited my hands get<br />and how<br />i<br />love<br />looking at<br />her<br />tattoo<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8319462592254102140?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-23801680932719337432007-12-27T22:22:00.000-05:002007-12-28T23:45:52.400-05:00just as your arms<br />draped around my shoulder<br />time stood still<br />my hands lay gently against your waist<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />our bodies blended<br />as we stood chest to chest<br />and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code<br />symbols and signals replaced words<br />our touch guided our thoughts<br />your lips pressed against my neck<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />we closed our eyes<br />and our minds began to run hand in hand<br />this was all i ever needed<br />we<br />put aside our past<br />worked through our present<br />and became our future<br />we were our own moment in time<br />our own movement<br />our own revolution<br />and it all started<br />just as your arms<br />draped around my shoulder<br />time stood still<br />my hands lay gently against your waist<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />our bodies blended<br />as we stood chest to chest<br />and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code<br />symbols and signals replaced words<br />our touch guided our thoughts<br />your lips pressed against my neck<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />we closed our eyes<br />and our minds began to run hand in hand<br />this was all i ever needed<br />we<br />put aside our past<br />worked through our present<br />and became our future<br />we were our own moment in time<br />our own movement<br />our own revolution<br />and it all started<br />just as your arms<br />draped around my shoulder<br />time stood still<br />my hands lay gently against your waist<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />our bodies blended<br />as we stood chest to chest<br />and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code<br />symbols and signals replaced words<br />our touch guided our thoughts<br />your lips pressed against my neck<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />we closed our eyes<br />and our minds began to run hand in hand<br />this was all i ever needed<br />we<br />put aside our past<br />worked through our present<br />and became our future<br />we were our own moment in time<br />our own movement<br />our own revolution<br />and it all started<br />just as your arms draped<br />around my shoulder<br />time stood still<br />my hands lay gently against your waist<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />our bodies blended<br />as we stood chest to chest<br />and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code<br />symbols and signals replaced words<br />our touch guided our thoughts<br />your lips pressed against my neck<br />and<br />time<br />stood<br />still<br />we closed our eyes<br />and our minds began to run hand in hand<br />this was all i ever needed<br />we<br />put aside our past<br />worked through our present<br />and became our future<br />we were our own moment in time<br />our own movement<br />our own revolution<br />and it all started<br />just as your arms<br />drapped around my shoulder<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2380168093271933743?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-55308759783046066032007-12-15T17:31:00.000-05:002007-12-15T18:00:37.372-05:00slow grind<br />slow wind<br />i look up and see you<br />your hips<br />slow move<br />slow grove<br />flowing back and forth<br />to the rhythm of songs playing in your mind<br />your eyes closed<br />as my hands<br />slow glide<br />slow ride<br />the waves of your frame<br />keeping your movement fluid like water<br />wet<br />slow groan<br />slow moans<br />fill the air<br />taking me beyond <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">esctasy</span><br />leaving we in the grips of lust<br />until both of us<br />begin to tense up<br />and rush<br />slow flow<br />slow glow<br />slow wild<br />slow smile<br />slow down<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-5530875978304606603?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-288888208001899282007-12-15T16:19:00.000-05:002007-12-15T16:59:11.166-05:00she blew in<br />like a warm wind from my past<br />excited my life<br />like the threat of a hurricane<br />i just needed time to get things in order<br />she<br />made me remember what it was like to be in love again<br />and then<br />she was gone<br />just as quickly as she came<br />she left<br />left me to wonder<br />left me with questions<br />left me alone<br />she blew in<br />like a warm wind<br />and wrapped her hands around my heart<br />she promised me forever<br />and with her i would have stayed<br />but<br />just as quickly as she blew in<br />she<br />was<br />gone<br />and as i stood under the impending clouds of rain<br />i prayed for warm winds<br />to comfort my cold nights<br />prayed for middle of the day highs<br />with no lows<br />prayed for sunshine<br />but<br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aint</span> no sunshine when she's gone<br />its not warm when she's away<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aint</span> no sunshine when she's gone<br />and she's always gone to long<br />anytime she goes away"<br />so i pray<br />that one day<br />she will come<br />and stay forever<br />i pray<br />that she would just<br />blow this way again<br /><br />(?<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">uiet</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">da</span> artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-28888820800189928?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-76117493647859171292007-12-10T07:34:00.001-05:002007-12-15T16:30:03.120-05:00no one knew<br />so when they asked<br />I could only respond<br />"he's fine"<br />they couldn't see that death had filled your heart<br />I mourned<br />because I knew<br />I cried<br />because I hurt<br />I let go<br />because I was done<br />and on the wings of my last prayer your soul flew away<br />and I asked HIM to keep it<br />until your body was able to catch up<br />Amen<br /><br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2002)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-7611749364785917129?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-44480290779018647452007-12-03T14:10:00.000-05:002007-12-03T14:18:03.894-05:00i can still taste you<br />dripping down the side of my face<br />like ice cream in the summer heat<br />i began to lick my lips<br />and yes<br />i<br />can still taste you<br />every<br />inch of your being<br />has filled my soul<br />and my mind<br />continues to dance with thought<br />of your body<br />sitting against my lips<br />until your soul starts to<br />SCREAM<br />and yes<br />i<br />can still taste you<br />i close my eyes<br />and pretend<br />as if we<br />just got started<br />my lips glide down your neck<br />and rest between your breast<br />my tongue tickles its way past your navel<br />until<br />i<br />find a reason to stop<br />my fingers play with your heartbeat until<br />i<br />u<br />we<br />yes<br />i can<br />still taste you<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-4448029077901864745?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-25345408283997021112007-12-02T22:23:00.000-05:002007-12-02T22:41:50.162-05:00this was more than temptation<br />my every waking moment<br />was wrapped in desire<br />i wanted to set your soul on fire<br />my hands couldnt stop touching you<br />even if i wanted them to<br />my eyes stared<br />as if i had seen heaven<br />you sent me to a place that i forgot existed<br />and when we had to walk away<br />there was so much i wanted to say<br />so much i wanted to do<br />somewhere i wanted to be<br />but i knew that night couldn't have been our forever<br />so as we began<br />to go our seperate ways<br />and you asked if i had something to say<br />or why i just stared at you in that way<br />i wanted to scream<br />STAY<br />but i knew it wouldnt have happened that way<br />so i pressed my lips against your lips<br />drapped my hands around your hips<br />and when you looked away<br />i closed my eyes<br />just so my mind<br />could keep<br />pieces of you<br /><br />(?uite da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2534540828399702111?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-64618903247007180172007-12-02T21:47:00.000-05:002007-12-02T22:21:45.996-05:00southern miss<br />i didnt know what i had missed<br />until she<br />said<br />hello again<br />this time<br />wasnt like the first time<br />because<br />somewhere in my mind<br />i could still remember<br />how we<br />made me feel<br />together i walked on clouds<br />and when she left<br />i began falling<br />i kept falling<br />but she<br />said hello again<br />and in that instant<br />my soul began to float<br />my spirit began to rise<br />my heart began to flutter<br />and i<br />remembered how being in love felt<br />i remembered ?uiet converstions<br />and romantic situations<br />and being wrapped in her southern twang<br />i remembered the way she would say may name<br />i<br />remembered my hands caressing her frame<br />i remembered losing her - to busy playing games<br />but she<br />said hello again<br />and i went from fallen to lifted<br />lacking to gifted<br />scarred to healed<br />empty to filled<br />all because<br />she took the time<br />just to say<br />hello again<br /><br />(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6461890324700718017?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1156331144139579292007-11-12T13:10:00.000-05:002007-11-12T13:10:39.396-05:00picture me placing<br />my heart in places<br />that will make your body<br />warm<br />touching you<br />with a soft whisper<br />picture gentle thoughts<br />penetrating your weakness<br />only to strenghten your soul<br />picture me<br />taking you beyond extasy<br />with well placed words<br />leaving your mind at ease<br />picture me<br />writting symphonies in your heart<br />blending melodies of our lives<br />making something much more than just music<br />picture me<br />loving you for a lifetime<br />loving you for life<br /><br />(by quiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115633114413957929?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-55343724534435838262007-11-01T13:17:00.001-04:002007-11-01T13:59:33.986-04:00she was i<br />and<br />i was she<br />similar in so many ways<br />we were<br />a different we<br />our relationship had no pattern<br />no form<br />no boundaries<br />no rules<br />we just floated on life<br />living<br />just enough<br />to know love existed<br />she allowed me to be free<br />then<br />she<br />left<br />she left<br />SHE F#C(ING LEFT<br />almost without warning<br />removing all traces of her soul<br />leaving without an answer<br />she said<br />with me<br />she could never understand being free<br />leaving my soul searching for an ending<br />she<br /><br />(by quiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-5534372453443583826?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-36823638168435016762007-10-03T13:23:00.000-04:002007-10-17T10:38:11.679-04:00i<br />close my eyes<br />letting my mind take control<br />your words paint pictures to excite my pleasure principle<br />you speak life into my imagination<br />so i<br />start with simple questions<br />and seductively you say something<br />but what my ears hear and what my mind create<br />seem only slightly similar<br />i<br />picture the softness of your shell<br />wrapped in black lace<br />your smile speaks of temptation<br />i am turned on by your touch<br />my movements are erratic like a child on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">christmas</span><br />eager to discard the wrapping<br />without taking the time to behold all of your beauty<br />but you guide my hands<br />and whisper<br />slowly baby<br />so i<br />follow your lead<br />pulling you into what was once <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">myspace</span><br />placing kisses like comments on everything<br />from your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span> to your in-box<br />thinking of your words<br />i<br />slowly<br />unwrap<br />the mystery<br />of<br />your<br />soul<br />kissing away the scars of my day<br />until<br />you are wearing nothing but temptations smile<br />moving my hand across every curve<br />until<br />the wetness of your being<br />awakens my desire<br />my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thirst</span> for your soul<br />is quenched<br />i<br />taste you<br />your sweetness stimulates a sugar rush<br />my heart pounds out your name<br />your moans<br />sings <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lullabies</span> to the depths of my soul<br />and<br />the tenseness of my being<br />unravels<br />unwinds<br />and is totally unconcerned<br />i<br />am<br />on a<br />vacation<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">da</span> artist/copyright 2007)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3682363816843501676?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-3335639075911541122007-10-02T11:00:00.000-04:002007-10-02T15:35:10.421-04:00<span style="font-size:78%;">these word are written from the soul. follow the flow</span><br /><br />tears<br />i<br />cry<br />flood my sanity<br />the leavy has broken<br />i am broken<br />torn between<br />she and thee<br />you and i<br />cry<br />tears<br />that leave souls scared like knives in prison riots<br />i bleed<br />and emotions leave stains that can never wash away<br />tainted thought keep guarded hearts<br />and i cant remember what love looks like<br />but you<br />reminded me<br />that love has texture<br />love is convex<br />convoluted<br />complicated<br />complex<br />but i cant remember what love looks like<br />until you<br />remind me<br />that love has essence<br />love is simple<br />seductive<br />sovereign<br />satisfying<br />but i cant remember love<br />because between she and me<br />there is no we<br />just flooded thoughts where hope once stood<br />and because of my tears<br />i can only see<br />tree tops and light post<br />and a picture of my soul<br />nailed to the perch<br />like a yard sale sign<br />colored by the word "missing"<br />i am searching for me<br />looking for we<br />not she<br />but you<br />wondering why<br />you and i<br />cant be<br />us<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-333563907591154112?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-46480917148888716852007-10-01T18:15:00.000-04:002007-10-03T14:43:46.027-04:00i want to taste places that are never touched<br />pressing my lips against your soul<br />making you mine<br />again<br />i want to wrap you in my thoughts<br />until our heart beat combines<br />i want<br />you<br />and<br />i<br />to redefine us<br />we are the definition of lust<br />love<br />and everything in between<br />more that just my queen<br />i am your king<br />and together<br />we<br />become we<br />again<br />i want to taste your soul<br />again<br />i want to wrap you in my thoughts<br />again<br />i want to make you mine<br />again<br />i want us to be we<br />and<br />we to be us<br />again<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">da</span> artist/copyright 2007)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-4648091714888871685?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1129862557368230932007-08-21T22:41:00.000-04:002007-08-22T15:28:21.346-04:00<span style="font-size:78%;">(a block tale)</span><br /><br />rocks and glocks<br />cash in stash spots<br />never running from cops<br />because every nigga has got a price<br />this is my hustle<br />and from corner to corner this is my kingdom<br />i am an enigma<br />educated<br />unadulterated<br />black male<br />preaching pride to black men<br />but pushing product like i am going out of business<br />you call it criminal<br />but i call it survival<br />this is my block<br />and my hustle feeds families<br />im sending sons and daughters to private school<br />im promising future to those that were forgotten<br />i am all about this block<br />you can ask me about 401k<br />or how to break and stash an AK<br />how to invest in the stock market<br />or invest in the street<br />i tried corporate america<br />but this<br />is my hustle<br />rocks and glocks<br />cash in stash spots<br />never running from the cops<br /><br />pushing words like birds<br />these flows come in ounces<br />i stand from corner to corner<br />talking sex like a pimp<br />talking prophesy like a preacher<br />talking hustle like im going out of got damn business<br /><br />rocks and glocks<br />cash in stash spots<br />never running from the cops<br /><br />i got work in my pocket<br />one line at a time<br /><br />i got poetry to push<br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2005</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-112986255736823093?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-85695789638684526752007-08-21T20:51:00.000-04:002007-08-21T21:12:09.595-04:00i asked for more than i was willing to give<br />she laughed<br />and said<br />"sí"<br />but only if i was willing to give all i had<br />i smiled and replied<br />"mi alma pertenece a usted"<br /><br />she is where i wanted to be<br />but somehow i lost my way<br />pretending to smile only made my heart ache<br />and she listened to me break into pieces<br />she was there to pick me up<br />she comforted my soul<br />and when i asked if we could be forever<br />she said<br />"sí"<br />but she knew forever wasnt promised<br />we only had this moment<br />this minute<br />this second<br />this right now<br /><br />so when i asked for more than i was willing to give<br />she laughed<br />and said<br />"sí"<br />because this was our time<br />to<br />esté en amor<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(quietdaartist/copyright 2007) - please forgive my translations i dont speak spanish</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8569578963868452675?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-46337721439585273042007-08-19T20:53:00.000-04:002007-08-19T14:18:49.105-04:00i wanted her<br />as much as she wanted me<br />we<br />lived a life of lust, lies and lyric<br />but she wasnt a poet<br />she was just poetic inspiration<br />my temptation<br />the answer to my contemplation<br />the reason i<br />poured my thoughts into her heartbeat<br />she was my moment of zen<br />the important part of us<br />we were more than just<br />prisoners of our own lust<br />she<br />was my motivation<br />the reason living was possible<br />she excited my soul<br />she raced my heart like CoRVette engines<br />and together we were going nowhere<br />she teased my thought<br />her words led my mind to erogenous places<br />her touch set me free<br />and together we were going everywhere<br />even if it was a life of lust lies and lyric<br />she wasnt a poet<br />but by her existence<br />a poet was inspired<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(quietdaartist/copyright 2007)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-4633772143958527304?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1161556469794176752007-08-19T18:12:00.000-04:002007-08-19T15:06:08.747-04:00i never knew<br />what she wanted from me<br />she said the truth<br />but my words only made the situation worse<br />i promised to never fill her soul with lies<br />because<br />to many past situations<br />left her heart subdued<br />so when i said that my soul<br />needed to be set free<br />i never thought she would<br />sit quietly and plan my demise<br /><br />she<br />was<br />willing to<br />sell her soul for a life time of situations that never needed to occur<br />so with much softness in her sound<br />she asked me to stay<br />if just for one last night<br />and i fell victim<br />to lustfull thoughts in my own mind<br />willing to<br />sell my soul for seductive ideas<br />and<br />unreal dreams<br />that would lead to nightmares<br /><br />so that night<br />with no strings<br />i unattached my heart<br />as she held on tighter<br />we blended from the outside of our flesh<br />to the inside of our soul<br />and when the sun rose<br />her tears left her sleeping in a river<br />drowned by the thoughts of us<br />never knowing love again<br />but i never thought she would<br />sit quietly and plan my demise<br /><br />with unattached hearts<br />she left marks of passion in places<br />that could not be explained away<br />she erased impressions<br />and contacted notions that needed validation<br />she planted ideas<br />that grew into situations<br />and when all else failed<br />she cried<br />and tears fell like daggers<br />lacerating parts of my heart that couldnt be repaired<br />and i<br />never thought she would<br />sit quietly and plan my demise<br />so alone i sat in the coolness of hells fury<br />trying<br />to avoid<br />her scorn<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(quietdaartist/copyright 2006)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-116155646979417675?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-21095980819321083192007-08-19T13:46:00.000-04:002007-08-19T13:52:49.517-04:00i wish we could be<br />but i could never be we<br />you ask is it me<br />but i just try to be<br />and in me being me<br />what i ultimately see<br />is that we<br />is really just me<br />living selfishly<br />and i pray that you will see<br />that this is who i will always be<br />and it has never been you<br />it has always been me...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(quietdaartist/copyright 2007)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-2109598081932108319?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-2219920794465612812007-08-19T13:39:00.000-04:002007-08-21T21:12:58.565-04:00i saw you the other night<br />but she wasnt you<br />she had your eyes<br />her smile was your smile<br />her way was your way<br />but she wasnt you<br /><br />i saw you the other night<br />but she wasnt you<br />i said hello<br />hopeing<br />her words were your word<br />hopeing<br />her touch was your touch<br />praying your smile would shine through<br />but she wasnt you<br /><br />i missed you the other night<br />but she wasnt you<br />i asked her name<br />but it wasnt your name<br />i saw you the other night<br />but she could never be you<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(quietdaartist/copyright 2007)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-221992079446561281?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-13314659194549705022007-05-25T19:39:00.000-04:002007-05-25T21:50:40.775-04:00her sexy was undeniable<br />she<br />had a swagger<br />that was simply seductive<br />i<br />noticed her movements<br />as her body flowed<br />like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolex">swedish designed wrist worn chronographs</a><br />she kept me caught up<br />she was the answer to every prayer that was prayed<br />she was gods gift<br />so i called her jesus<br />she was what i needed in order for my soul to survive<br />she was my salvation<br />in my distress she was my peace so i called her jehovah-shalom<br />in my suffering she was my jehovah-rophe<br />in my darkness she was my<br />light<br />in my beginning she was my word<br />and the word was with she<br />and the word was she<br />she was my worship<br />she<br />was my idol<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-1331465919454970502?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-38294613119706872542007-04-15T04:35:00.000-04:002007-04-15T19:11:05.323-04:00no one ever noticed<br />the baddest man on my block<br />he didnt drive the newest car<br />he didnt have the biggest house<br />so<br />no one ever noticesd<br />the baddest man on my block<br />he didnt have the hottest chicks<br />he didnt wear the newest clothes<br />so<br />no one ever notices<br /><br />no one ever knew that<br />he woke up at five a.m.<br />no one ever knew<br />he owned his own business<br />no one ever knew<br />he came home everyday for dinner<br />- then went back to work<br />no one ever knew<br />he had a very happy wife<br />no one ever knew<br />he put three kids through college<br />no one ever knew<br />that mr brown had to be<br />the baddest man on my block<br /><br />we admired the flashy dude<br />that went in and out of jail<br />while mr brown had a hustle<br />deeper than drug sales<br />he went cross town<br />and escaped his old block<br />just to run his business<br />then come back to his old block<br />mr brown wasnt leaving<br />even though success was in his hand<br />mr brown said he stayed<br />to be and example of a good man<br /><br />but no one ever noticed<br />the baddest man on my block<br />we were all to busy<br />trying to be something we could not<br />cause mr brown would forever be<br />the baddest man that this block has ever seen.<br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3829461311970687254?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-61878976188532623972007-04-15T02:01:00.001-04:002007-04-15T19:08:56.088-04:00awaken by thoughts of what your whisper would sound like at 2 in the morning<br />its<br />2 in the morning<br />and i'm still held captive by your touch<br />trapped by temptation<br />i want to<br />hear your whisper dance across my ears<br />leaving my soul searching for sweet seduction<br />i patiently wait and listen<br />hoping to hear your words stroke my ego<br />as you say<br /> baby<br /> are you sleep<br />and in my mind i scream<br /> yes<br /> no<br /> wait no<br /> i'm not sleep<br /> i'm laying here waiting on she<br /> i mean you<br />confused only by the moment<br />i<br />am still held captive by the feeling of your arms<br />wrapped around my waist<br />and your breast<br />pressed against my chest<br />and your lips<br />caressing my neck<br />i wonder if i'm still dreaming<br />but i pray that i'm not dreaming<br />because i<br />allowed myself to let go at the slightest touch<br />and if this is a dream<br />waking up will shatter my soul<br />i<br />am<br />caught up<br />by your touch<br />trapped by your smile<br />and<br />captivated by your caress<br />and now i listen for your whisper<br />at 2 in the morning<br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6187897618853262397?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1131321617950740112007-04-14T18:55:00.000-04:002007-04-15T01:55:32.797-04:00late nights<br />led to a mornings full of deciept<br />waking up<br />draped in unfamiliar sheets<br />franticly i searched for answers<br />to unasked questions<br /><br />you said<br />dont let the sun beat you home<br />so now i'm<br />running against the sunrise<br />unable to figure out<br />how i ended up<br />trying to out race the inevitable<br />last i remebered<br />i was engaged in<br />careless conversations<br />but somehow<br />painting pictures of passion<br />and talking about relationship problems<br />over a pitcher of<br />what ever had the cheapest price<br />left me<br />seeking comfort in<br />unfamiliar places<br />and now she is apologizing as if i have over stayed my welcome<br />but she can never understand<br />so<br />i<br />try to think of a lie<br />that wont sound like an excuse<br />or an excuse<br />that wont sound like a lie<br />or i could just tell the truth<br />how i fell victim to<br />brown liquor, brown eyes and brown skin<br />because<br />i cant run any faster<br />the car<br />wont drive any faster<br />the lights<br />wont change green any faster<br />the clock<br />wont move any slower<br />and the sun<br />continues<br />to rise<br /><br />you said<br />dont let the sun beat you home<br />but i<br />only went for a drink<br />my heart needed an escape<br />and my day was out of control<br />i<br />never<br />thought it would be a race<br />but you said<br />dont<br />let the sun beat you home<br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-113132161795074011?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-78937042364808322532007-02-20T22:56:00.000-05:002007-02-20T23:11:40.335-05:00watching the clock<br />wishing<br />wanting you<br />to<br />say<br />come over<br />for slow songs and candle lights<br />i wondered if you were thinking about slow songs and candle lights<br />and me<br />listening to the rainfall<br />i<br />was trapped in our past<br />couldnt get past our past<br />i<br />knew these thoughts couldnt last<br />but it was fun to reminisce about our past<br />my mind painted pictures of your smile<br />and tonight<br />i wanted to see your smile<br />piercing through raindrops<br />i wanted to hear your moan quiet the thunder<br />watching to clock<br />wishing<br />wanting you<br />to<br />say<br />come over<br />wondering why i let the rain get me like this....<br />(quiet da artist/2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-7893704236480832253?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-39186771528015736892007-02-11T16:20:00.000-05:002007-02-11T15:56:59.873-05:00i couldnt even think of an answer in time<br />standing between a rock and a hard place<br />i never thought y'all would come face to face<br />every moment was so methodically planned<br />but today<br />we three stood<br />and<br />i<br />was completely speachless<br />every word that ran through my mind played out the end of an untold lie<br />she was nobody<br />but at the same time she was everybody<br />every time i went out for gas or butter pecan ice cream<br />every late night at work<br />every extended business trip<br />she was nobody<br />but at the same time she was everybody<br />everybody that you had forgotten how to be<br />she was quiet when the game was on<br />she was loud when the lights were low<br />she was affectionate when the mood was right<br />she was distant when i needed time alone<br />she was nobody<br />but at the same time<br />she was where my heart wanted to be<br />she was my comfort zone<br />she was my life<br />my passion<br />my salvation<br />she was the side of me that you would never understand<br />never tried to understand<br />never embraced<br />so as the master of ceremonies called my name<br />she and i walked to the stage<br />hand in hand<br />softly i grabbed the mic<br />cleared my throat<br />and together<br />she and i stood and passionately playing through pros<br />we shifted through similies<br />and<br />melted into metephors<br />she quieted the noise that cluttered my soul<br />she was my peace<br />at that moment<br />she was my everybody<br />and you<br />well<br />we all have roles to play<br /><em>(quite da artist/copyright 2007)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3918677152801573689?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-84809506317743107062007-02-11T15:26:00.000-05:002007-02-11T16:44:05.532-05:00as soon as our eyes touched<br />the situation changed<br />the two of us<br />alone<br />in a crowd<br />wondering where we could go<br />unnoticed<br />instant attraction<br />there was something sexy about everything you did<br />and i could tell by your stare<br />that every move was deliberately made<br />to entice my heartbeat<br />so i smiled as i watched you<br />you sat so lady like<br />as you leaned back in your chair<br />slowly licking your lips<br />you<br />slid your hand to the tip of your skirt<br />then quickly<br />you<br />caught my eye<br />stood up and<br />walked away<br />i<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">couldnt</span> help but follow<br />your fragrance led me to the quietest place we could find<br />and there we touched<br />we kissed<br />we caressed<br />until<br />we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">couldnt</span> control ourselves<br />i lifted your skirt<br />and before i could consider they consequences of our actions<br />we were in the midst of lust<br />i heard you smile<br />as i pushed every button i could find<br />i told you to enjoy the ride<br />as we flew past ecstasy<br />this was never my fantasy<br />if the world could see us now<br />they would place labels on us like scarlet letters<br />but in the heat of passion<br />neither one of us cared<br />so<br />we continued to explore the depths of our soul<br />and if only for a minutes<br />we<br />made the world stop spinning<br />i delighted her deepest desires<br />she incited my id<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(elated my ego and seduced my super-ego)</span><br />she was sexy<br />and we<br />we found a place to be<br />sexy together<br />the quietest place we could find<br />our<br />little<br />secret<br />rendezvous<br /><em>(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">da</span> artist/copyright 2007)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8480950631774310706?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-67084663585616553902007-02-11T10:17:00.000-05:002007-02-11T15:21:18.759-05:00somewhere between<br />fistfights<br />and fucking<br />we realized that our situation wasnt forever<br />laughing through lies<br />and lying about misplaced emotion<br />we hated the thought of being apart<br />but being together<br />kept us confined<br />trapped<br />living in a false sense of security<br />so<br />like wrist bound by shackles<br />together we stayed<br />pretending to be perfect<br />we covered our handcuffs with diamonds<br />and called them bracelets<br />trying to hide the scars with make-up<br />sex<br />lies<br />and<br />food<br />we<br />didnt know how to walk away<br />we<br />took advise from fools<br />trapped in the similar situation<br />then<br />stood in glass houses<br />throwing stones at hearts that were strong enough to be alone<br />we<br />sat between<br />fistfights and fucking<br />acting as if love flowed<br />but our hearts were made of stone<br />covered in mistrust<br />misuse<br />and misunderstanding<br />we<br />missed being in love<br />so together<br />we<br />just<br />sat<br />between fistfights and fucking<br />holding on to heartache<br />and tossing stones as big as boulders<br />hoping to hurt love<br />the way love<br />had hurt us<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-6708466358561655390?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-31711214279741645262007-01-02T21:51:00.000-05:002007-01-02T22:28:23.110-05:00sipping your soul like soda<br />i poured you into a glass<br />and drank every drop of your nectar<br />until i was intoxicated<br />unable to stand<br />i stumbled into the deepest part of your bosom<br />and allowed your heartbeat to sing a lullaby<br />awaken by your words<br />i wanted to touch your thoughts<br />so i allowed you to whisper softly into my soul<br />every word caressed my skin<br />until<br />it blended with my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">existence</span><br />we became one<br />captivated by every syllable<br />i lay still<br />trying to contain my every emotion<br />until<br />i<br />i<br />i<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">couldnt</span> think straight<br />my only concern<br />was making sure our conversation <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">wasnt</span> one sided<br />so i whispered your words back into you<br />each phrase taking its time<br />to sail towards your heart<br />unsure if you could hear me<br />i looked up into your eyes<br />but before i could speak any louder<br />you<br />you<br />you<br />smiled<br />nodded<br />and told me that you understand<br /><br />(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">da</span> artist/copyright 2007)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-3171121427974164526?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-80172132000581233702007-01-02T21:40:00.000-05:002007-01-02T22:29:09.098-05:00i<br />every since the last time i<br />tired to walk away<br />i<br />find myself<br />gazing into my soul<br />reading my mistakes<br />like chapters in a book that is still being written<br />i<br />every since the last time i<br />said that we couldn't be<br />i<br />find myself<br />wondering what if<br />love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">wasnt</span> so complicated<br />could we just be<br />i<br />every since the last time i<br />said that it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">couldnt</span> happen again<br />i<br />keep lying to myself<br />convincing the world that i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">dont</span> miss the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">opportunity</span> to make you smile<br />i<br />damn<br />i<br /><br /><em>(quiet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">da</span> artist/copyright 2007)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-8017213200058123370?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-6596223480365724682006-12-02T23:51:00.000-05:002006-12-05T17:05:36.511-05:00he hid behind life<br />never willing to live<br />never believing<br />never searching for the end of the rainbow<br />bright lights only created shadows for him to stand in<br />he lived life as a stand it<br />never a star<br />his name was never on the marquis<br />he was afraid to shine<br />so<br />behind life he hid<br />keeping his passion buried beneath his<br />cold <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">existence</span><br />he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">didnt</span> know that dreams were just maps of a life style he could live<br />so he settled for everyday circumstances<br />and walked into a life of filled with contentment<br />as a child he toted tales of towering the highest heights<br />until he could reach beyond the stars<br />but his dreams were melted like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pieces</span> of metal<br />and poured into a pots of disbelief<br />teachers told him to settle<br />his parents taught him to settle<br />his friends laughed as they settled<br />so he settled for everyday circumstance<br />and even though his mother named him after great men<br />he spent his life as just a nameless face<br />he was no charles drew<br />he was no nat turner<br />he was no winston scott<br />he was no percy julian<br />he was no lewis temple<br />he was no quiet da artist<br />no he was quiet da artist<br />he was me<br />HE<br />WAS<br />ME<br /><br /><em>(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-659622348036572468?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1130045918434794322006-10-23T01:21:00.000-04:002006-10-31T07:00:00.236-05:00she<br />tasted<br />like<br />watermelon on a hot july day<br />i<br />let<br />her<br />drip down my face<br />we<br />acted<br />like<br />we had no cares in the world<br />i<br />placed<br />my<br />face in places that she didnt even know existed her screams disrupted my flow i tried to take it slow but she got so excited and that i couldnt stop and just before she came<br />i<br />asked<br />her<br />if she was ok<br />she<br />tried<br />to<br />say i love you<br />we<br />moved<br />as<br />close as we could<br />i<br />placed<br />my<br />tongue against her heartbeat i could feel her moving as her legs trembled her thighs began to tense up her toes started to curl her hands grabbed my back and then she said<br />i<br />i<br />i<br />i<br />am<br />about<br />to<br /><br />baby<br />wait<br />stop<br /><br />i<br />cant<br />take<br />it<br />anymore<br /><br />oh<br />my<br />god<br /><br />yeah<br />she tasted like watermelon<br />on a hot july day<br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2005</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-113004591843479432?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1154028389952257812006-10-22T11:25:00.000-04:002007-01-14T22:53:27.279-05:00she said with me<br />she couldnt grow<br />our situation stood still<br />like the hands on a broken clock<br />i blocked her sunshine<br />like a dying shade tree<br />and made her stand in my shadow<br />until her soul to become cold<br />she said with me<br />she couldnt love him<br />not like he needed to be loved<br />so<br />our situation stood still<br />until the sound of her voice<br />pierced my heart like an old dagger<br />and somehow i knew<br />that<br />she never loved me<br />just the way i made her feel<br />when her heart was heavy<br />and<br />i never loved her<br />just the was she made me strong<br />when my soul was weak<br />and we were never in love<br />just<br />a safe place for our hearts to hide<br />until we were ready to love again<br />we lied as if we could still be friends<br />even though<br />we had never been friends in the past<br />only two souls<br />searching for a rest haven<br />for our own<br />broken hearts<br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115402838995225781?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1135165952216507592006-10-03T06:46:00.000-04:002006-10-03T16:52:51.850-04:00sitting in traffic<br />forced to inhale truck exhaust<br />i<br />thought i saw you pass my way<br />i<br />began to wonder<br />where you were<br />and what you were doing<br />my mind<br />played memories<br />like old movies reels<br />i<br />wondered if<br />you ever thought about me<br />i wondered if<br />you ever thought about us<br />i played the first time we touched<br />until my mind started to bend reality<br />i<br />looked at every car as if it was yours<br />i<br />wondered if<br />you knew how much<br />my heart cried tears<br />the day our souls drove away<br />i<br />closed my eyes<br />and<br />listened for your hello<br />i listened for your touch<br />i listened for your smile<br />and<br />while sitting in traffic<br />forced to inhale truck exhaust<br />i smiled<br />because i love you<br />i cried<br />because i miss you<br />i lived<br />because<br />of you<br /><br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2006</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-113516595221650759?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1156900395290979792006-08-29T20:50:00.000-04:002006-08-29T21:17:37.090-04:00every touch made her leg tremble<br />the thought of us<br />made her <br />weak<br />every moment was intense...<br /><br />she sat at her desk<br />remembering last night<br />reminising over every second<br />from the doorbell ringing<br />to the goodbye kiss<br />and every subtle sound inbetween<br />she remembered how it started<br />his hand slowly sliding up her thigh<br />he pretended to be<br />watching the jack bauer save the world <br />but she could see by the rise in his jeans<br />that he had more on his mind than 24<br />she allowed his hand to guide her soul<br />as she slid into his grasp<br />and somewhere between commercial breaks <br />and credits rolling<br />she found herself<br /><br />smiling<br />sitting at her desk<br />remebering last night<br />wondering how they ended up<br /><br />her thoughts seemed incomplete<br />she<br />couldnt help but<br />smile<br />sitting at her desk <br />remembering last night<br /><br />her mind began to race<br />as she <br />pictured his hands<br />slowly <br />seperating<br />everything she had on <br />she slid<br />against his body<br />and she could feel his heart beat<br />with each<br />thump<br />she <br />began to move her hips<br />to the drum<br />until she couldnt <br />stop<br /><br />smiling<br />sitting at her desk<br />remebering last night<br />she couldnt focus<br /><br />every word sounded like him<br />every fragrance smelled like him<br />every touch <br />made her leg tremble<br />the thought of last night<br />made her <br />weak<br />warm <br />and <br /><br />smiling<br />sitting at her desk <br />remebering last night<br /><em>(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115690039529097979?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1156896524360126192006-08-29T20:05:00.000-04:002006-08-29T20:47:04.570-04:00he<br />ran his hands across places that had never been touched <br />slow whispers <br />singing love songs in his finger tips <br />calming her restless soul <br />he <br />told her that he wanted to taste her softest places <br />saying all the things that she needed to hear <br />to <br />open up more than her heart <br />she gave all of her self <br />and <br />he <br />slowly sat in awkward positions <br />and prepared to partake in devouring more than just her innocence <br />he wanted to place his face so deep between her thighs <br />her gynecologist would think he was born there <br />but right when slow kisses became soft licks <br />he remembered every word he was taught as a child <br />he knew his manners <br />and was mindful of what was right <br />so <br />as he placed a hand on each of her thighs <br />he softly pushed away <br />and before she could say a word <br />he <br />bowed his head <br />and said <br /><br /><br /><br />"God is great, <br />God is good,<br />let us thank him<br />for this food<br />AMEN"<br /><br /><em>(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115689652436012619?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1156335600888403812006-08-23T07:27:00.000-04:002006-08-23T08:20:00.953-04:00my tongue glides across my lips<br />as my mind replays<br />pictures of our past<br />and maybe its just my imagination<br />but i can still taste <br />you<br />thoughts of us start<br />teasing my tongue<br />making my mind run wild<br />i<br />cant stop<br />licking my lips<br /><br />every time i close my eyes<br />i <br />keep replaying that scene<br />right before <br />your<br />body<br />shutters<br />i find myself<br />drifting<br />licking my lips <br />and picturing you here<br />i<br />cant stop<br /><br />you <br />taste like sweet peaches<br />like warm chocolate milk<br />like fresh apple pie<br />like grandma's peach cobbler<br />like<br />you<br /><br />and i <br />cant <br />stop<br />licking <br />my <br />lips<br /><em>(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115633560088840381?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1156007815877420202006-08-19T13:03:00.000-04:002006-08-19T13:27:52.710-04:00i stop "pimping the pen"<br />but only to get my mind right<br />making cherry lime-ade<br />out of fake ass lime light<br />i do this for the love<br />because i know my rhymes tight<br />and you can hate it or love it <br />either way i'll be aight<br /><br />- check it, i decided that i had to start writting again. even if only to clear my mind. <br />- i reposted some old pieces (the ones i love) just check previous on the page or archive by date... <br />- finally i WILL start posting about a piece a week (or more)<br /><br /><br />check back, spread the love, and drop a comment or two<br /><br />quiet da artist<br />- aka<br />welcome back carter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115600781587742020?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1155831747084968932006-08-17T12:17:00.000-04:002006-08-17T12:22:27.096-04:00tears flow like rivers that have swollen after a hard rain<br />as soon as someone mentions your name <br />my soul places laughter like band-aids on broken hearts<br />a temporary fix <br />for a permanent situation<br />dealing with lifes ultimate devistation <br />the end of our creation<br />I<br />miss <br />my friend<br />I know they say <br />have faith and hold on<br />the pain won't last for long<br />but this shit hurts<br />and even though I don't cry as much<br />I don't don't laugh as much<br />I don't smile as much<br />I don't sleep as much either<br />I listen for whispers in the night <br />hoping for impossible outcomes to destined scenarios<br />asking GOD to play messenger <br />and tell you things I should've said while you were here<br />and now the truth is<br />I sit here<br />and cry <br />rivers <br />oceans <br />lakes <br />and streams<br />hoping that my tears will touch your soul<br />and memories of us will blossom like yellow roses<br />they say be strong and hold on<br />but this shit hurts<br />and my laughter will only hide so much<br />they say be strong <br />but even when the pain goes away<br />this shit hurts<br />my memories place daggers in my heart<br />causing my soul to cry<br />and my tears flow like rivers that have swollen after a hard rain<br /><em>(quite da artist/copyright 2006)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115583174708496893?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1153598631552082982006-07-22T15:54:00.000-04:002006-07-25T10:28:01.183-04:00panic filled my heart<br />i had gone down this road before<br />and i knew where it would end<br /><br />my soul would be drained<br />but my mind could not stand the pain<br />of being without it<br />i tasted it <br />every time my tongue touched my lips<br />it haunted me <br />from sun up<br />to sun up<br /><br />i said that i was done<br />that we were through<br />but it<br />called me<br />by my real name<br />it knew my deepest emotion<br />it played with my thought<br />it controlled my hearts desire<br /><br />i am <br />an addict<br /><br />addicted to places that only this pen can take me<br />addicted to heart break, sex and love<br />placed on paper<br />and read on warm mikes<br /><br />i am addicted <br />i <br />am <br />an <br />addict<br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2006</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115359863155208298?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1152654400495629482006-07-11T17:16:00.000-04:002006-07-11T17:46:40.523-04:00she asked if i still loved her<br />and before i could say i do<br />images of where we had come from flooded my mind<br />we went from friends <br />to fu**in<br />to FU** YOU<br />all in one breath<br />and it was in that moment <br />that <br />i couldnt breath again<br />i knew that together we walked<br />and in the past <br />when we fell <br />we chose to <br />get up together<br />but not this time<br />my soul laid still<br />hoping she would just walk away<br />because every time we fell<br />tears would turn into flames<br />and flames would ignite my soul<br />and with each breath<br />i would hear<br />FU** YOU<br />FU** YOU<br />FU** YOU<br />no matter how hard i blew<br />i would hear<br />FU** YOU<br />FU** YOU<br />FU** YOU<br /><br />so as i laid there<br />i prayed <br />that this time<br />she would just walk away<br />and the flames would die<br />and the images that flooded my mind <br />would dry against my soul<br />and in time <br />life's storms<br />would wash away words <br />that vandalized my soul<br />and desecrated my mind<br /><br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2006</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115265440049562948?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1152305694649205892006-07-07T16:34:00.000-04:002006-07-07T17:01:51.340-04:00she was like a love lost<br />haunting my soul<br />i thought about her constantly<br />wishing for her to touch me<br />she reminded me of home<br />she captivated all of me<br />but i<br />like many times before<br />walked away with no reason<br />i<br />like many times before<br />gave her no excuse<br />i <br />like many times before<br />decided that she and i <br />couldnt be we<br />home wasnt good enough<br />so i<br />like many times before<br />i left<br />i walked away<br />i took my heart and went home<br />pretending not to be hurt<br />pretending she didnt <br />steal my soul<br />pretending that <br />i wasnt in love<br />yes i<br />like many times before <br />turned my back on what i love<br />turn my soul against my heart<br />forced my tears to flow like rain<br />and she never said a word <br />she just let me walk away<br />she said i needed space<br />she promised to hold my heart<br /> and if i ever returned<br /> she promised to love me still<br />she loved me <br />for being me<br />and thats why<br />i <br />still<br />love <br />h.e.r.<br /><br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2006</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-115230569464920589?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1143162347826841422006-03-23T20:04:00.000-05:002006-03-26T21:13:12.570-05:00i lost my love for this...maybe not forever...but for the last few months, pieces have seemed forced. so much on my plate, i lost my muse. so im done. <br /><br />thanks to everyone who supported my dream whether is was in public or private. thanks for the love.<br /><br />peace, im out...<br /><br />ya boy,<br />quiet da artist<br />-aka<br />disconnect06<br />-aka<br />mr love lost<br />-aka<br />the worlds greatest<br />-aka<br />BROOKLYN'S DADDY<br />-aka<br />"the cute one from TX"<br />-aka<br />MR. CONCEITED<br />-aka<br />'Oooo, he's good"<br />-aka<br />invisible bully like the gooch<br />-aka<br />speedy gonzalez<br />-aka<br />homer jay simpson, jr<br />-aka<br />that sh!t aint funny<br />-aka<br />also known as<br />-aka<br />first round draft pick<br />-aka<br />samuel l jackson as coach carter<br />-aka<br />......<br />(...i could do this all day...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-114316234782684142?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1140145773487275912006-02-16T22:08:00.000-05:002006-03-26T21:09:09.580-05:00they asked why i smiled<br />as i watched the sunset<br />but i knew they wouldn’t understand<br />as joy filled my eyes<br />i began to realize<br />things may not be the same again<br />but i remembered long days<br />under east texas suns<br />when you told me how life used to be<br />i reminisce about things<br />that may have seemed small<br />but in my heart meant the world to me<br />i look at each day<br />and know in my soul<br />that you and i have more sunrises to come<br />and where you go now<br />one day i will follow<br />and we will both live in the light of the SON<br /><br />- “let not your heart be troubled…i go to prepare a place for you”<br /><br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2006</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-114014577348727591?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1139710364260710122006-02-11T15:26:00.000-05:002006-08-19T13:21:21.366-04:00sippin' soda<br />on a sunny saturday afternoon<br />she asked<br />if i was alone<br />i said<br />alone is a state of mind<br />but i wouldnt mind a lil company<br /><br />sippin' soda<br />on a sunny saturday afternoon<br />she asked<br />if i had any regrets<br />i said<br />if only we had met sooner<br />maybe our life wouldnt be the same<br /><br />sippin' soda<br />on a sunny saturday afternoon<br />she asked<br />if i was ever in love<br />i said<br />i live in love<br />and love lives in me<br />and most night i wish<br />that she and i could be we<br /><br />sippin' soda<br />on a sunny saturday afternoon<br />she asked<br />if we would ever touch again<br />i said<br />i would sell my soul<br />to feel your heart<br />beat against my chest<br /><br />sippin' soda<br />on a sunny satruday afternoon<br />she asked<br />if i ever loved her<br />and before she could finish<br />i said<br />i loved you before we even met<br />you were left in my soul<br />from a previous life<br />and when close my eyes<br />i can see us<br />sippin soda<br />on a sunny saturday afternoon<br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2006</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-113971036426071012?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1136344682863329122006-01-13T22:16:00.000-05:002006-08-19T13:20:43.153-04:00<span style="font-size:85%;">(fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />phucked up fantasy<br />and dreams of something unreal<br />i lied to myself<br />just to make things work<br />we walked hand in hand<br />even though our destiny<br />left us alone<br />we both wanted happiness<br />but couldnt find it in ourselves<br />so we searched<br />in each other<br />and<br />found two empty souls<br />we both wanted to be love<br />and loved to be wanted<br />but<br />hated the feeling that togetherness gave<br />we had done this before<br />and things ended in tears<br />even then we both said<br />never again<br />we listened to<br />phucked up fantasy<br />and dreams of something unreal<br />making me realized that<br />forever doesnt exist<br />forever never existed<br />nothing is forever<br /><br />so lets live for today<br />and tomorrow i pray<br />that you find true happiness in your search<br />because this<br />i will<br />never<br />never<br />never<br />do again<br />(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-113634468286332912?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16071584.post-1133236121906963372005-11-28T21:53:00.000-05:002006-08-19T13:24:25.426-04:00she said yes<br />way too soon<br />looking for love<br />way too hard<br />searching for someone to satisfy her soul<br />she settled for seduction<br />and called it loved<br />she confused lust with affection<br />he was affectionate because he<br />complimented her frame<br />caressed her softest spots<br />and touched her when she least expected it<br />so instead of letting love find her<br />she<br />set her sights on matrimony<br />some said she was rushing<br />allowing her soul to fall freely<br />but this was different<br />because to her<br />he was love<br />so<br />she said its ok<br />and allowed her battered heart to seek comfort in lies<br />because every now and then he gets angry<br />she said its ok<br />and allowed her withering soul to cry tears of pain<br />because every now and then he gets lonely<br />she said its ok<br />as her swollen eyes showed signs of sleep deprivation<br />because every now and then he<br />made mistakes<br />that she tried to justify<br />with love<br />but she confused love with affection<br /><br />so when they asked if she was ok<br />all she always said yes<br />way too soon<br />(<em>quiet da artist/copyright 2005</em>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16071584-113323612190696337?l=disconnect06.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>disconnect06http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182784593598307382noreply@blogger.com0