i wish i knew you

i dont know harlem
i didnt experience what it was like to be in the midst of a renaissance
i wasnt there for langton hughes or countee cullen or james weldon johnson
i dont know their world
i know their works
i know the emotion that is invoked when i read their heart scrolled against digital pages that didnt even exist when they were writing
but i dont know
harlem

i listen
as count bassie or dizzy gillespie or louis armstrong play the soundtrack for the moment
but when i close my eyes
i dont see harlem

there are no flash back
or cut away to a different time
i grew up during in a different time
when we had forgotten about our struggles
masked our pride with false success made off of drug sales

when i close my eyes i see
fatherless homes
where women are raising our boys to be just like them
i see daughters
searching for love in desolate places
i see our pride being hustled for pennies on the dollar by the same thieves that stole our soul

i dont know
harlem

our children
may never see success like rosewood or black wall street
they may believe that ballin’ is based on bullshit
where success means selling out

who in the hell gave stepin fetchit a record deal
who in the hell gave stepin fetchit a record deal
who in the hell

my children may never hear james brown yell about black pride and understand how it charged a nation living in exile
to busy believing in love taught by lil wyane
and this is not a shot a lil wayne
but damn
where is my renaissance

i dont know harlem

i know that somewhere along the way our queens became bitches then started calling themselves kings
i know that somewhere along the way our kings became dogs then started calling themselves God
i know that our soul has been sold
like slaves on auction blocks
where parts of our very culture are picked apart and mimicked
i know that our dreams
have been placed on the shoulders of ancestors that dont even recognize who we are

harlem,
i am sorry
because i really wish i knew you

lighthouse

she needed a way out
realized that she had broken my heart far too many times for me to ever be stable
shards of my soul had splintered into pieces too small for the naked eye to see
so she stood
and watched as i tried to piece myself back together
promised me that she would help me pick up the pieces
but she had become FEMA
and this was just after broken levies
where promises seemed like lies when whispered into the ears of those who lost everything
she was my everything
but in reality her words were good intentions
with no foundation

she had never had to do this before
never had to save a man from drowning

but i was drowning
sinking deeper into the idea of us

and there she stood
on the banks of the ocean
sand in her toes
wind rushing through her hair
drinks in her hand
laughing with her friends
but out of the corner of her eye
she was watching

watching me flail my arms
and gasp for my last breath
body being pulled further away from the idea of ever falling in love again

and she was watching
not knowing if she should save me
or let me drown

she needed a way out
so she dropped life preservers into my soul
hoping i could make my way to them with out her help

that way
she wasnt saving me
but she wasnt allowing me to die

but inside i died
every moment that i realized she was willing to let me drown
i died
every time the waves floated over my head and i felt my heart going under
but watched her not care
i died

but then my soul began to tell my heart that its last breath would have to be used to save someone else
my heart began to tell my mind that today was not the day
instead of dying from my own broken heart
i would use my pen to mend someone else's
show where i went wrong
reject love for reality but help build families from my fantasies

see she was just a fantasy
a dream deferred

so i swam
harder than i had ever swam in my life
used my fear of drowning to motivate me
told myself that i would never fall again
because my heart was too fragile
and shattered like crystal when dropped even from the smallest places

she needed a way out
so this
the moment she saw me swimming again
the moment that my flailing arms became rhythmic motions
the moment she realized that i didnt need saving
because i decided to save myself

while she just stood there
watching

i guess my heart
finally letting go

yeah that

was her way out

my passover

my passover

she wasnt my type
my search was shallow
my soul was surrounded by superficial sexy
something seen
she was serene
secluded
quiet
peaceful
my pursuit was polished
i pressed for passion
and pretended to pendulum
between player and pimp
she wasnt my type
she showed interest
but i ignored her advances
i looked through her
instead of looking to her
i didnt have time
settling down meant that i settled
sold out
forced to watch my life like an inflight movie
she wasnt my type
she was persistent
so i pretended to play every role except punk
and in time
her passionate persistence played out
and we settled on being platonic
years passed and our paths faded
in opposite places
we lost touch and became
only familiar faces
and my superficial search
led me to sacrificial situations
for us it became out of place phone calls
and catch up conversation
and im just wishing she had been more patient
or that her persistence had paid off
or that my procrastination had played out
but instead she became my passover
and now i am standing on the pharcyde
and she keeps on passing me by
because i...
am not her type

recently recited by quiet da artist AKA Paul AKA ME!!! (copyright 2011)

chocolate tears

they kept

falling like rain into her mixing bowl

the same bowl that was passed down from her mother

the same bowl that her grandmother used to celebrate life

and birthdays

and mile stones that meant more to her future than her past

she kept

trying to wipe them away but

every ingredient reminded her

that she

would never be able to do the same

for her this was the end

she would never be able to pass the recipes and dreams and stories that were passed on to her

so

they kept falling

and she kept wiping

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

tears

they kept falling

and she kept wiping

but she wasnt wiping fast enough

and she wasnt wiping hard enough

and she wasnt wiping long enough

or some one just hadnt told her

that you cant wipe cancer away

yeah

right into that bowl

they kept falling

and she kept crying

(quiet DA artist/copyright 2011)

Oh My Goddess

simply satisfied by life

she sang songs that seemingly never ended

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

she was

dandelions dancing in a summers wind in the depths of december

she

was

everything that scripture said she would be

she was my rib

taken from the most tender moment

when i dreamed of life and life more abundantly

she was

sewn into the fabric of my being

before her

i was just

being

my life mimicked something seen on tv

i was that lie told when fantasy and reality blended

but she caused me to live

stretched my imagination past pseudo promises

tempted me to do better

because of she

i

do better

and its more than just sunday worship

because it is she

that i worship

she is my idol

eve to my adam

hera to my zues

sarabi to my mufasa

weezy to my george

florida to my james

clair to my heathcliff

angelia to my paul

queen to my kingdom

goddess to my soul

(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)

its not you its she

not far from fist fights

we stood silently

hoping hate had not consumed every inch of

we

seeking solitude

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

we

were finished

failed from her first hello

because she

was the thing that motivated my muse

i found myself sulking in sadness

picking up my pen

to purge my pain

leaving was my salvation

because at the base of we

was a broken foundation

unstable in every inch of our being

we were just being

no longer doing the things that led us to love

and she

stood in between happiness and heartache

you pretended that she didnt exist

but our pretending only lasted for so long

because she

was like a house fire

and we allowed her to consume everything that we had become

she

was poison

and we both drank from her cup

she was

death

and everyday we both died slowly

because

she

was you

not the you that i met

not the you that i loved

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

she was

the you

that you had become

she is the you that i hate

she is you

- quietdaartist (copyright 2010)

love lost

i can pin point our demise

something so seductive

in both of our eyes

led us to a place

that we both despise

but you

invited her here

never knowing that her presence would become problematic

we said what we had was love

and she was just

what lust looked like

you admitted that she turned you on

so seductively i stood and watched

as she found her way into your soul

with each word

your body shifted

and couldnt sit still

you stared at me

as she

led you to ecstasy

your hands fondled your buttons

as thoughts of she danced in your mind

and she knew that she was seducing your senses

so she

played with fate until

your heart beat stopped

every word grabbed your soul

and was making you hot

every thought was

touching your spot

until we

couldnt be

without she

we needed her daily devotion to turn you on

so when you found us sitting alone

you swore we had something else going on

but you

invited her here

so sometimes i had to sit

and listen to her flow

sometimes i had to stop

and feel her heart beat

sometimes i needed to be with she

just so we

could help you

be

so when you see me

staring at you while sitting with she

remember that you

invited her here

when you see me holding my pen and caressing she

with each stroke of my mind

remember that you

invited her her

when you hear about our fall and rise

and our ultimate demise

remember that you

invited her here

(quietDAartist/copyright 2010)

sucker for love

i wanted us to be

more than just weekend warriors

i wanted us to do

more before 9 am

than most people do in a lifetime

i wanted you to be my lifetime

but just as the sun rose

on our second lifetime

you compared the grown me

to the child i used to be

and even though i swore

that my past was my last lifetime

you called it my lifeline

said that it was intertwine

in my spine

like a vine

you said that all men are either

canine or swine

and no mater how different

i tried to show

time after time

to you

every truth was just a line

every compliment was game

every sweet gesture just the same

because in the end

the result was so plain

i couldnt get past your last man

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

so for you i persevered and pushed

the sound of your name

gave me more than a rush

but in the stillness of our reality

i recognized

that i was fighting alone

one way communication cant always go on

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

even a concrete rose can only grow for so long

and in this fight for us

i was doing it all alone

it was i that pushed

even though we were well past done

it was i that cried out loud

under the noon day sun

it was i that fought for us alone

in this army of one

(quietDAartist/copyright 2010)

kissing ever inch

we sat

anxiously still

like it was our first time

so much was on my mind

and i

didnt

want

to mess this up

so i

slowly grabbed you by than hand

and

began

hoping you would understand

that i

just wanted to take you past where you had already been

you were my sin

and my salvation

so i

decided to stop with the procrastination

and

placed my lips

against the tip

of your soul

i began

caressing on your heart until your eyes closed

soft nibbles down your neck

as my fingers explored your spine

i jokingly asked whos is it

knowing it was always mine

you moaned baby its yours

and i quietly said i know

its mine

and this time

i promise

never

to let it go...

(quietdaartist/copyright 2010)

the god complex

visions of she

danced in my mind

as thoughts became words and phrases

she was the kei

that unlocked every door

in the midst of my imagination

keeping my sanity just in arms reach

she was my daily devotion

thoughts of she

shielded my soul

she was my protection from pirates

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

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

to she

i

promise

to be more than just an Adam

no longer walking with mortals

creator of my own destiny

destined to be more than just great

for even great men have fallen

but she

makes me feel

omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent

she be to me

like kei be to lock

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

her laugh becomes my laugh

her smile becomes my smile

her heart becomes the place where i find refuge

she becomes me and we become us

and because of everything that she releases in me

i become more than just an Adam

creator of all that i see

because of she

i

am

HE

(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)

mission impossible

its hard to imagine holding you

because i haven’t held you in so long

its hard to imagine kissing you

because i haven’t kissed you in so long

its hard to imagine caressing you

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

so i let my mind take the strands of your voice

and weave them into a comfortable quilt

that wraps around my soul

and makes me warm

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

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

and make me realize that even though its hard to imagine

its not impossible

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

(quiet da artist/copyright 2010)

Always is a lie

she said she

would love me forever

when we talked about we

it was always us together

a life full of love

is what we said was our endeavor

but some how our always

has turned into never

i

used to pretend that i didnt see it

late night phone calls past bed times

when the world was pretending to be sleep

she always tried to pass it off as a wrong number

but

the vibration of the night was tied to her soul

and she couldnt find slumber until

the motion of cell phone tickled her mind

so i

lay still

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

i knew that seventeen was the number that destroyed my soul

i would listen to each crushing button and count

then type the word in my mind

as if i could tell what she said

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

six strokes was g'nite

ten strokes was i love you

and seventeen strokes

was

i love you always

and every morning

just as the sun rose

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

fearful that the strangers good morning would go unheard

or missed

or ignored

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

so inside i died

and held back my scream

my soul wondered if he

this stranger

murdered our forever

but i quietly moved as if her words were watching me

waiting for the moment

to tell me

good bye

she said she

would love me

always and forever

but now we

stand at the brink of never

because never did i think

that we

would not be together

we promised we would love always

till the day that we die

and today

i found out

that her always

was a lie

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2010)

diary of a disposable queen

she thought life was a fairy tale

she believed that she was born a princess

and would one day be queen

she purposely pushed away frogs, fools, and friends

patiently positioning herself for prince charming

she believed that she was much more than a peasant

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

dismissing his delivery

and laughing as if she was out of his league

see her life was a fairy tale

where she

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

she swore that she would get off the block

because boys with block dreams seemed to permeate her palace

and she was predicted to be the picture of perfection

so when he(i) foolishly smiled in her direction

she paused, posed then

looked because he surely couldnt believe that he suited her status

see her life was a fairy tale

and she sat solo

somewhere between fantasy and fiction

telling tall tales

talking about perfection like she was glenda the good witch

hiding her reality

because she wanted to be queen

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

she was so caught up in circumstance that she

chased chariots with spinning wheels and ill advised financial deals

she never noticed him standing by her side holding her crown

she never paused posed or pictured he(i)

perusing more than just block ambition

because just as she

was dreaming of being a queen

he

was living to be KING

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2010)

jealousy: based on a true story

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

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

Creator

she was a GOD send

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

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

she was my muse

in my mind

i danced with the idea of us

but she was more than just passing time

she was inspiration

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

to me

she

was the extension of a life lived

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

she was the only part of a dream remembered

and because of she

i dreamed in vivid colors

i danced to roaring music

i lived an extraordinary tale

i loved

and she created it all

?uiet da artist (copyright 2010)

She loves me not

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

all she sees is a dope boy

with no ambition to grow

but i am scared to let go

because she came with the dough

and i would rather go fed

than to see her flow

i cant just let her go

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

but i would rather find out that way

that she was just here for the payday

she loves me

or

so my soul hopes

my back against the ropes

so much so i cant cope

but i would rather

risk it all on one shot with hopes to stay alive

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

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

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

she loves me

or

so her words say

but how do i go from spoiling her heart every day

thats what got her this way

and i am scared if i stop

if i come off this block

turn in this glock and these rocks

for portfolios and stock

she may

just

love me not

?uiet da artist (copyright 2010)

the start of something

insecurities are never cute

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

but her perfection was cloaked in lies

her soul remained hidden behind 2 for 1 knock off shades

like a victim of domestic violence

her mantra was "its all good"

but this wasnt 1994

so she

let his movement eat at her soul

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

she was a frail comparison of her former self

and even when she tried to stand tall

the winds of heartache would blow her down

and the pressures of stress would bend her over

leaving her to question the reality of who she had become

there was a time when she would shun the world

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

but now

even strangers can call out from car windows

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

so in the mirror she stands

looking through who she has become

wondering in her heart where she went wrong

trying to pin pieces of her pride back to her character

just so she can shield her self loathing

she tries to cover her scars with make up

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

she wants to move on

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

but somehow

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

and using those old wounds to build upon

yeah

she says its all good

but the reality is

her reality is

flawed

she paints on the face of a warrior

then the face of a queen

then the face diva

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

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

then the face of sunday morning service

and without taking a second look

she screams love me for me

but even she

doesnt love she

for she

is just a face

of all of her insecurities

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

troubled man

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

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

DAMN

all i can say is

DAMN

i sit ever so still and watch as you

slip into something so sexy that

all i can say is

DAMN

the darkness in the room

is only broken by the flicker of candle lights

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

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

all i can say is

DAMN

you press play

and the mellow smooth sounds of seduction fill the room

i

sit

ever so still

and watch

as your silhouette travels toward me crowned in my throne

and all i can say is

DAMN

you straddle me

and as i began to caress your frame

you push my hands aside and laugh

slow kisses against my neck

as your fingers began to unbutton my swag

you keep telling me that tonight

is about me

and

all i can say is

DAMN

but i know that right now is about you

its about us

its about taking this beyond anywhere it has ever been

so i sit

ever so still

and let you seduce me

with every inch of your soul

because tonight i

plan on.....

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

so i sit

ever so still

and

watch as you

start us down a journey of seduction, lust and love

i sit

ever so still

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

i look at you

and i love the details

and in the midst of us making love

i pause

and sit

ever so still

and all that i can say is

DAMN

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

beautiful rainbow

her tears

were the color of her pain

so when she cried

rainbows blossomed

and

memories of her past

poured from her soul like hurricanes

she

cried

blue

because most days were sadder then before

memories of love lost

in the midst of lies

lies to big to be overlooked

lies that lingered

and left her in the middle of lonely

lies that changed lives

she

cried

red

because some days were as passionate as the day before

love blossomed in her bosom

and even uncultivated

love would grow like a weed

until swings from his fist

would tear through her soul like paper

she

cried

yellow

because some days she was to shy to soar

she allowed her wings to be clipped

so there she sat

peeking off the end of her perch

knowing that somewhere

she could

fly until she was free

she

cried

green

because most days

she envied everything that she had ever seen

wasted time wishing

pretending to be in unreachable perfections

searching for love like so many others

sitting around sulking

comparing what they had

to what she didnt

she

cried

tears

that fell like rain

and released the shackles on her soul

so now

she cried tears of joy

because the memories of her past were

just

memories

memories of her triumph

memories of the lives that have changed

memories of the pain that she overcame

she cried

and with each tear she was able to let go

with each tear she was able to free her soul

with each tear

her pain

blossomed

into the beauty of a rainbow

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

standing still

she stood still

even though her heart raced faster than a lightning bolt

the words that ran through her mind collided like car crashes

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

and she promised herself that tonight she would remain as sweet

so

she

stood

still

hoping somehow his words would rang untrue

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

she

began listening for something else to fall from his lips

hoping she would hear his voice through the unrelenting tears

but he

put on his masculinity as if she wasnt standing there hurt

he began

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

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

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

the harder he got

the angrier she felt

until all she could utter was

FUCK YOU

she stood still

as he

quickly broke stride

allowing his brash demeanor

to soak in the sounds of her loosing it all

she was past being a lady

she realized the he had taken her kindness for weakness

her silence for softness

her heart and used it to play with her soul

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

she

stood still

and with no apology she allowed it to happen again

but this time there was a deafening silence to pierce

so as he stood there perplexed

she held her head high and said

FUCK YOU

and he couldnt even contemplate the severity of the situation

yes he cheated

but somehow his slip ups were never his fault

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

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

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

and as if sex with a stranger wasnt stress enough

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

so she stood still

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

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

and even in the middle of gloom

she knew they would never be

so as he waited for her words to come full circle

never considering the catastrophe that he caused

she

simply

stood perfectly still

looked straight into his eyes

and said

FUCK YOU

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

Recipricol

she asked if i did
i said not really

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

and she may need some direction

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

leaving a trail of mac lip gloss and glitter

slow nibbles against my nipples and i stood still

until

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

that

moved past my navel

she began

removing buttons like obstacles blocking her from her final destinations

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

she looked up and said

i love you

i asked if she did
she said not really

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

and i may need some direction

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

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

as my tongue teased her right

i allowed myself to work past her pretentiousness as i

pulled away everything that prohibited my path

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

and just as i felt the arch in her back

and the tension release in her thighs

i

looked up and said

i love you

she asked if i did

and i said

yes

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

Owned protected loved

she is mine
if only in my dreams

so i hold thoughts of her close to my heart

i guard the images of us like lion over her cub

she is my waking thought

so when i

open my mind to soak in my day

i

close my eyes and feel her presence

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

she is the reason i come home

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

she shields me from the pain of the day

she is mine

from the creation of my soul

to the death of my demons

she is my only temptation

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

for she

is

my

rod and my staff

she protects me for his name sake

she love me as only she could

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

she is mine

owned

protected

and loved

and i

am

hers

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

circumstantial love

we sorta

bumped into each other by

circumstance

later learning that we

ran in similar circles

knew the same people

shopped at the same stores

she even sang in my sunday morning service

but i

was blinded by my circumstances

plagued by the perils of my past predicament

she never even entered into my conscience

but today this just happened to be circumstance

i went on errands passing a plethora of peddlers

for one planned purpose

so by circumstance i stopped for petroleum

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

she said hello

and as pleasantries were exchanged i realized that

she

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

as she told me her name

i

paused

the perfection of this moment had played in my mind

but in my dreams just as she uttered those words

i

was sent running back to reality

forced to face the real world

but today this is the real world

she was real

we were real

and i was

learning that nothing happens by circumstance

today was destiny

this was destined to be

because this moment would not have been this perfect

had it happened any sooner than right now

she was my right now

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

and even though i was no longer seeking salvation

my soul still searched for solace

for the father said man should not be alone

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

she was my good thing

she was my grove thang

she was my lullaby that lulled my soul to peace

she was my peace

and when the world would scream

and my mind would race

and my day seemed as if it was on fire

she was my cool sunday breeze

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

she was my rhythm section

she was my beat

no this was not by circumstance

because destiny has a purpose

and our past were on a path that crossed right now

and there we stood

in the middle of right now

forgetting a lifetime of mistakes that led us

to

right now

though some may mistake this a circumstance

this is

falling in love

right now

(?uiet Da Artist/copyright 2009)

time

its been a minute

since i took time to spend a minute

so tonight i picked up the pen a minute

in hopes that you could lend a minute

and listen to my thoughts and dream

take pause for my whispers

and stand still at my screams

partake in a few childish things

play games like we have time sewn up

and then pretend we are all grown up

it truly has been a minute

but it seems like time stood still

these words play doctor to help my soul heal

these tears pushed pens on paper and made my heart fill

these thought kept telling me that this is so real

so like every time before

i came back to what was right

i came back just to write

and let these words spread wing and take flight

because this is my life

i love this shit....

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)

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

LETS GET IT!!

simple english

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

(?uiet DA artist/copyright 2009)

praying in the club

she rocked rings on fingers
because lameness lingered
in potential suitors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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



(?uiet Da Artist/Copyright 2009)

farmers market

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

Flawed Beginnings

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


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


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


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

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

fall


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


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


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


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

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

(quiet DA artist/copyright 2009)

for you with love...(part II)

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

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)

you

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

copyright 2009/QuietdaArtist

i am cold

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


quiet da artist/copyright 2009

pretty panties, pumps, perfume and pearls

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


(quiet da artist/copywrite 2009)

the perfection of you

they say nobody is perfect
but i look at you and realize
these are the same people that told me there was a santa clause
they
say
nobody is perfect
but they don't know
the depth of your mind
or the
softness of your touch
or the
sweetness of your soul
they say
nobody is perfect
but
they
have never heard your hello at the end of a long day
they have never felt your lips against their neck
they have never fallen so deep into your embrace that they get lost in your life
they say
nobody is perfect
but the picture of perfection painted by every word they say is you
they
say
nobody is perfect
but they
don't know
the perfection of you.

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

hiding from the sunrise/really good morning

sunlight splashes against my face
i drape my hands across your frame
and pull you next to me
i need you next to me
i expect the inevitable
so i refuse to open my eyes
i know that as the sun grows brighter
our day will have to begin
and the perfection of this moment will spread its wings and fly away
so i
pull you so close
that we are touching in every space
the fragrance of your hair
dances against my face
the softness of your back
graces my chest
the curve of your ass
settles into my lap
the firmness of your thighs
brush against my legs
and
we
lay
perfectly pressed against my soul
i pull you so close
that you
feel secure in my every thought
at this moment
i cant go wrong
without this moment
we cant go on
so
we avoid the sunlight
like vampires in search of shelter
counting every moment as if time stood still
and
without speaking a word
i become you
you become me
we become
more than just this moment
we are the perfection of our past
the peak of our present
and the promise of our phuture
at this moment
this
is our future
and everything about this moment
has me
hiding from the sunlight

(?uiet DA artist/copyright 2008)

cupcake

she said
baby what are you thinking
and without words my mind took flight
i pictured her
chocolate lace negligee
seductively shaping her shell
falling against her frame
i imagined my hands reading her body like braille
caressing her thighs
then
up to her waist
i follow my hands with kisses
as i slowly peel away the packaging
she slides below to get more comfortable
and
before she can move
i
find myself taking nibbles against her soul
she shivers and smiles as my tongue teases her creamy center
and just before she explodes
i open my eyes
and she says
baby
what are you thinking
and
with a smile on my face
all
i
can say
is
cupcakes

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

cyclical

she is my inspiration
images of her dance delightfully in the dens of my mind
pushing my pen to create tales of love, lust, and life
i close my eyes and see her frame
and my mind wonders to a place where poetic perfection is met with simple seduction
her words expel thought that turn into dreams
dreams so vivid that my pen becomes a paintbrush and my paper becomes my canvas
and my words tell our story
and she sits
listening to every syllable
seeing how it relates to her soul
each word gives her goosebumps
and inspires her smile
the words began to dance delightfully in the dens of her mind
pushing her body toward love, lust, and life
she closes her eyes and sees my thoughts
her mind wonders to a place where simple seduction is met with poetic perfection
her words expel thoughts that turn into emotion
emotion so vivid that her body becomes a paintbrush and her hands become her canvas
and she begins to relive our story
so i sit
watching every movement
seeing her every motion relates to my mind
her touch gives my words life
and inspires my soul
she is my inspiration
images of her dance
pushing my pen
i close my eyes
my mind wonders
and together
we
inspire

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

patron

last night
it slipped from my lips like daggers
i wanted to pretend it wasnt said
but
your movements screamed otherwise
pause
i continued to press play or fast forward
but you wanted me to repeat it
you sought confirmation in conversation
so
you went from
soft moans
to quiet tones
to
silence
your mind wondered if the words that stained your brain actually fell from my lips
and i knew then
that things had changed
i tried to rewind my mind
and ask myself if there was a way out
i closed my eyes
and searched for the exit
but every word that fell sounded like a lie
you said
muthafuqa dont lie
but the truth would ruin every thing we had
so i
thought of words that could tempt your minds third eye in to believing that fantasy was real
you knew it wasnt real
so you
covered you soul with anger
wrapped it around your waist and walked away
I wanted you to stay
but what else could i say
i watched you in my mind
and tried to blame it on the liquor
we knew it wasnt the liquor
you knew that she held on to my soul
you knew there where parts of me that she would always control
you knew that when i closed my eyes
- even in the midst of us making love
you knew that
she
was
my soul

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

Undress my cool

she said baby get comfortable
and I
unlaced my swagger
i kicked them off and neatly sat them at the end of my day
i
allowed the softness of her soul to engulf my cool
as she began to unbutton my bravado
she placed her hands against my shoulders and massaged away my strut
she said this was home
so
easily i put away my savage self
and let my lion become a lamb
i didnt need my cockiness
so i folded it away and placed by the door
she sheltered my soul so i could be free
she took the time to learn the inner me
we knew that outside this was something i couldnt be
she knew that on the streets my swagger was stashed in my waistban
my lion walked without a leash
so tonight she sat it all neatly at the end of my day
soft kissed took all of my stress away
and her heartbeat
allowed me
to be
uncool

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

Siskel and Ebert

i should have never started
undressing her with my eyes
allowing my mind to run wild about her
thighs
lips
hips
breast
wondering if my imagination would do her justice
i am lucky
and she is justice
i am jason
and she is lyric
thoughts of tasting her soul inspired these lyrics
slow groves like the blues
that darius played for nina
"i got to admit girl, you're the shit girl and i'm diggin you like a grave"
and i could lie as if
this wasnt for my pleasure
tasting her brown sugar
until we both got wetter
tonight for us
could not get any better
thought of our bodies entangled together
watching movies
until we start
acting out love scenes
making our own love scene
loving our own love scene
good nite
dominique la rue

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

peanut butter

i was dazed by your frame
amazed by everything from
the curve of your breast to the cusp of your thighs
well past romance
tonight i
want to kiss touch and tease
while you
grasp hold and squeeze
your hands around my waist
your thighs around my face
your body
lay
still
in one place until
until
until
you flow like spilled milk
and i drink every drop
i try to say
baby
baby
dont stop
but
it comes out like
"get it/get it"
you dont understand my words
but you like my motions and movements
tonight is not just about a movement
this is a revolution
and in my mind its televised
because ive pictured every thing from your smile to your thighs
your lows and your high
tasting parts for your delicate surprise
looking in your eyes
i now realize
there are a few things that i love
more than life itself
tasting you
has been put on that shelf
right
next to
the
peanut butter...

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

weekend warrior

sunrise saturday morning
to
sunset sunday night
she was my army of one
spending her weekdays working a situation with false promises of promotion
never pushing her to her potential
never recognizing the real she
she
couldnt wait until he
walked out
pretending to play
whatever role delighted his two day trek
she could care less where he landed
because for two days we was able to be all that we could be
tactile maneuvers kept us hidden behind enemy lines
and for this moment she was the commander
dictating my every move
telling me where to touch
where to taste
taking me to temptations treasure
she was my captain and i was her soldier
she was my commander in chief and i was her troop
i let her lead
because to he
she was his prisoner of war
held captive by politics and propaganda
but to me
she was
my
weekend warrior

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

i moan

sitting alone
i
let my mind travel
dancing around distant memories
until images of
you
permeated my thoughts
i zoom past were we began
slowing down only for erotic kisses
soft touches
and
long showers
imaging us beneath waterfalls
until
your soul becomes drenched in love
we play in the rain
we splash in puddles
then we
turn our embrace into life
you
are
my life
i
let my mind travel
dancing around images of you
until only u
fill my thoughts
i see your touch
i feel your words
i taste your heartbeat
i hear your body quiver
and
i
moan

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

camera phone

i love the erotic she
picture
poses
dancing under fluorescent vanity light
erotic she
sheds her shy shell
and
hides only her eyes behind her flipped open communication device
she is meek and reserved
but erotic she
finds pleasure in victorias discreet whisper
pretending to pose for top model
erotic she is my top model
sending sexy silhouettes of her fabulous frame
teasing my thoughts
and becoming my lifes temptation
she slips into something to seduce my soul
leaving me breathless
loving me back to life
...
click

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

new orleans

it had been a lifetime
since my words had her wetter than the mississippi
so i picked up my pen
and hoped
this
would cause her
levee
to
break

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

useless

without her
i
wasnt i
my
soul wasnt connected
my
heart wasnt beating
my
i wasnt i
without her
i
was like a lighter with no flame
without her
i
was like a boat with no sail
no story to tell
she was my once upon a time
and my the end
she was my friend
my lover
my reason for being
with her i was supposed to grow old
she was my soul
my heart
my i
and without her
i was useless

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

quiets

my touch made her
as wet as a rain drop
she blamed my stare
- said the way i looked at her made her warm
i pretended to look away
but continue to follow her frame with my words
erasing doubt that was placed before me
i
promised to kiss every thing
that made her blush
confidently i
slipped off her sling back sandal
told her to sit back
and
began kissing away her day
her mind began to race
as i poured passion like warm honey
- slow and methodical
her eyes closed
as i covered her thigh with soft touches
my tongue raced to a space
and rested in her crease
she held all of me
placed her hand around my soul
and just as excitement
tensed in her back
she moaned
her fingers became entangled in my mane
i was a lion
and she was my prey
no regard for the world around us
we were
joined at the soul
i placed my lips against her lips
my tongue against her tongue
my eyes looking up
to see her
face
i continued to tease and taste
until she erupted
and flowed like a river
making her soul quiver
her legs shake her nipples became sensitive to the touch
she said
this
is
too
much
every movement made her body rush
she screamed
i'm trying to be quiet
i lifted up just to say
what
but passion placed pressure against her hands
only allowing me to move for a moment
she said
i'm trying to be quiet
and as if her words struck a never with my ego
i said
what
her sounds held captive by her moan
she said
i
am trying
to
be
quiet
without moving i continued to take her there
smiled
and said
you already are

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

stalker tendencies

2AM
and her slumber was shattered by
ushers desire to make love in the club
she kept wondering what made her purchase that song
especially
at
2AM
her eyes burned by the brightness of the caller id
she
attempted to say hello
but her 2AM voice
was hard to understand
hello she repeated for the first time
hoping this late night slumber thief
wasnt the result of inebriated fingers pressing multiple digits
his quiet
taunted her mind like a children on playgrounds
hello she said
however
silently he sat
wondering what to say
he called
hoping not to disturb her peace
but to change the course of her day
he called
wishing to digitally record his hearts desires after the beep
he called
wishing when she awoke flashing lights would indicate
one missed call
one message left
and she would listen and know how he felt
he called
but instead of a remake of what a real voice should sound like
he heard his say hello
so quietly he sat
and again she said hello
his heart began to flutter
his mind began to race
his world stood still
and just before he abruptly ended the phone call
he said

i love you

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

why i hate my job

she emerged from the shower
covered in nothing but
water
reaching for a towel
a cool breeze from the circulating air ran rampant across her chest
is it me i asked
she laughed
and walked away
knowing i couldnt stay
i watched her
as she
ran the pink terry cloth fabric across her skin
soaking up water
that i told her i would have drank slowly with a straw
she laughed
and walked away
knowing i couldnt stay
she sat in front of the vanity
but not being vain
she was confident about her frame
until somebody was watching
she began to cover her delicate skin
with exotic oils and creams
it was like a image from my dreams
i offered an extra hand
she laughed
and walked away
knowing i couldnt stay
as she blew a kiss my way
she
softly lay down against my bed
smiled at me and said
"have a good day at work"

damn im late again
and that is why i hate my job

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

Hear Eye Go Again

took a little hiatus to get my juices flowing
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Phantom

Recently written pieces were removed because I didn't like them.
- NUFF SAID

muse

(muse: 1. the source of and artist's inspiration)


it started with slow kisses
soft caresses
and tender touches
she
allowed her inhibitions to run wild like a field of trojan horses
standing
below the sun storms
until her body was
drenched
she closed her eyes
and waited for his hands to move
she wanted to be free
and he
released her soul like an inmate from the prison of her mind
she enjoyed the chase as
rain glisten off her frame
leaving her
wet
she
began to moan
making
sex faces
as i painted pictures of passion with phrases placed in pros
yeah
i AM a poet
and she would listen to my words
and know that she was my muse
she understood that i wrote for her
so she continued to give me fuel for my fire
sexy lingerie
for those flows that would ignite more than just the soul
simple placed kisses
that created literary canon
she was my theme
the reason that i write
she was so right
keeping me focused
with
slow kisses
soft caresses
and tender touches

(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)

devotion

amazing grace
how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
i once was lost
but now
i am found
she
found me
i wasnt hiding but we
were no longer we
she was she
and i
was
lonely
living a lie
racing toward being content in unhappiness
pretending to be in love
and she
came crashing back into my life
reminding me of us
asking if i cared
telling me where we
stopped being us
amazing grace
how sweet the sound
i loved to hear her hello
i hated her goodbye
i was possessed by her sound
captivated by her laugh
and she
was my daily
devotion

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

u make me...

i said hello
as the phone disturbed my slumber
interrupting delicate thoughts that would later elude my memories
she was
on the other end
quiet
whispering words that caused me to strain for silence
"im up" i said as i wondered what importance was she holding
that made her think i should be awaken
she asked if i was alone
but she knew that i was
because that is how she left me
my mind still fighting to grasp reality
i asked
"what are you doing"
and before the words fell to the floor
she said
i
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
well
im touching myself
i began to imagine your hands removing the blouse you just helped me put on
but you moved too slow
so with the force of a goddess
i sent buttons flying across the room like pegasus
i pressed my back against couch cushions as if your weight lay against my chest
and i slid my fingers past my thighs
and then
i realized
i wanted you here
i needed you here
your voice excites me like prophetic preachers standing in the pulpits proclaiming the prophesy
your words tingle my soul
your aroma entices me
and i know that it isnt just lust with us
it is a much deeper emotion
and i
really, really, really, need you to
talk me though
guide my way
lead me to the path of passion
lay me down
restore my soul
help me sleep through the night
make
me
smile


(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

no id

for her
there was no in between
it was either laughter or tears
happiness or pain
it was all or nothing
she made me feel like nothing
in a matter of days
no hours
no seconds
in a matter of seconds
we went from lovers and friends
to
nothing
thrown away like the first page of a poets thoughts
every idea was leading to a better idea
and she had no idea that i would hurt like this
but for her
there was no in between
it was all or nothing
i
must be
nothing
un-returned phone calls mean nothing
unanswered letters mean nothing
slow songs on radios about love lost mean nothing
it is as if we were nothing
we never existed
i never existed
a face with no name
familiar but only for the sake of familiarity
speeding through love
wanting to get away
hoping not to get stopped by those who need to see my heart
because my soul
has
no ID

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

tattoo

my hands chased her curves
like a police pursuit
through alleys and gutters
my mind was so gutter
she asked what i was thinking
but my mouth would never repeat what my mind was screaming
i could slightly see through the darkness
as she began to move closer
i allowed my hands to stop at her waist
my mind began to scream louder
as i walked through the decision of my night
i could
~slowly slide my hands under the softness of her shirt
~circling her stomach until she
~lifted her arms and allowed me to free her frame from captivity
~so exited about freedom i start
~kissing at her navel and make my way to that spot that
~makes her smile
~my eyes follow her eyes
~as she leads me to the the very place she wants me to kiss next
or i could
~run my fingers under her waistline
~until i can peel away the top button
~slowly moving the zipper down
~as i place my lips against her stomach
~and explore this new territory
~quickly her skirt falls to the floor
~revealing all the things that victoria considers a secret
her body is
warm
and i try to play it cool
but you can see how anxious my eyes get
how excited my hands get
and how
i
love
looking at
her
tattoo

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2008)

living in the embrace

just as your arms
draped around my shoulder
time stood still
my hands lay gently against your waist
and
time
stood
still
our bodies blended
as we stood chest to chest
and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code
symbols and signals replaced words
our touch guided our thoughts
your lips pressed against my neck
and
time
stood
still
we closed our eyes
and our minds began to run hand in hand
this was all i ever needed
we
put aside our past
worked through our present
and became our future
we were our own moment in time
our own movement
our own revolution
and it all started
just as your arms
draped around my shoulder
time stood still
my hands lay gently against your waist
and
time
stood
still
our bodies blended
as we stood chest to chest
and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code
symbols and signals replaced words
our touch guided our thoughts
your lips pressed against my neck
and
time
stood
still
we closed our eyes
and our minds began to run hand in hand
this was all i ever needed
we
put aside our past
worked through our present
and became our future
we were our own moment in time
our own movement
our own revolution
and it all started
just as your arms
draped around my shoulder
time stood still
my hands lay gently against your waist
and
time
stood
still
our bodies blended
as we stood chest to chest
and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code
symbols and signals replaced words
our touch guided our thoughts
your lips pressed against my neck
and
time
stood
still
we closed our eyes
and our minds began to run hand in hand
this was all i ever needed
we
put aside our past
worked through our present
and became our future
we were our own moment in time
our own movement
our own revolution
and it all started
just as your arms draped
around my shoulder
time stood still
my hands lay gently against your waist
and
time
stood
still
our bodies blended
as we stood chest to chest
and our hearts spoke to each other like morse code
symbols and signals replaced words
our touch guided our thoughts
your lips pressed against my neck
and
time
stood
still
we closed our eyes
and our minds began to run hand in hand
this was all i ever needed
we
put aside our past
worked through our present
and became our future
we were our own moment in time
our own movement
our own revolution
and it all started
just as your arms
drapped around my shoulder

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)

slow down

slow grind
slow wind
i look up and see you
your hips
slow move
slow grove
flowing back and forth
to the rhythm of songs playing in your mind
your eyes closed
as my hands
slow glide
slow ride
the waves of your frame
keeping your movement fluid like water
wet
slow groan
slow moans
fill the air
taking me beyond esctasy
leaving we in the grips of lust
until both of us
begin to tense up
and rush
slow flow
slow glow
slow wild
slow smile
slow down

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)

weather man

she blew in
like a warm wind from my past
excited my life
like the threat of a hurricane
i just needed time to get things in order
she
made me remember what it was like to be in love again
and then
she was gone
just as quickly as she came
she left
left me to wonder
left me with questions
left me alone
she blew in
like a warm wind
and wrapped her hands around my heart
she promised me forever
and with her i would have stayed
but
just as quickly as she blew in
she
was
gone
and as i stood under the impending clouds of rain
i prayed for warm winds
to comfort my cold nights
prayed for middle of the day highs
with no lows
prayed for sunshine
but
"aint no sunshine when she's gone
its not warm when she's away
aint no sunshine when she's gone
and she's always gone to long
anytime she goes away"
so i pray
that one day
she will come
and stay forever
i pray
that she would just
blow this way again

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)

eulogy

no one knew
so when they asked
I could only respond
"he's fine"
they couldn't see that death had filled your heart
I mourned
because I knew
I cried
because I hurt
I let go
because I was done
and on the wings of my last prayer your soul flew away
and I asked HIM to keep it
until your body was able to catch up
Amen


(?uiet da artist/copyright 2002)

yes

i can still taste you
dripping down the side of my face
like ice cream in the summer heat
i began to lick my lips
and yes
i
can still taste you
every
inch of your being
has filled my soul
and my mind
continues to dance with thought
of your body
sitting against my lips
until your soul starts to
SCREAM
and yes
i
can still taste you
i close my eyes
and pretend
as if we
just got started
my lips glide down your neck
and rest between your breast
my tongue tickles its way past your navel
until
i
find a reason to stop
my fingers play with your heartbeat until
i
u
we
yes
i can
still taste you

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)

pieces of you

this was more than temptation
my every waking moment
was wrapped in desire
i wanted to set your soul on fire
my hands couldnt stop touching you
even if i wanted them to
my eyes stared
as if i had seen heaven
you sent me to a place that i forgot existed
and when we had to walk away
there was so much i wanted to say
so much i wanted to do
somewhere i wanted to be
but i knew that night couldn't have been our forever
so as we began
to go our seperate ways
and you asked if i had something to say
or why i just stared at you in that way
i wanted to scream
STAY
but i knew it wouldnt have happened that way
so i pressed my lips against your lips
drapped my hands around your hips
and when you looked away
i closed my eyes
just so my mind
could keep
pieces of you

(?uite da artist/copyright 2007)

hello again

southern miss
i didnt know what i had missed
until she
said
hello again
this time
wasnt like the first time
because
somewhere in my mind
i could still remember
how we
made me feel
together i walked on clouds
and when she left
i began falling
i kept falling
but she
said hello again
and in that instant
my soul began to float
my spirit began to rise
my heart began to flutter
and i
remembered how being in love felt
i remembered ?uiet converstions
and romantic situations
and being wrapped in her southern twang
i remembered the way she would say may name
i
remembered my hands caressing her frame
i remembered losing her - to busy playing games
but she
said hello again
and i went from fallen to lifted
lacking to gifted
scarred to healed
empty to filled
all because
she took the time
just to say
hello again

(?uiet da artist/copyright 2007)

a thousand word

picture me placing
my heart in places
that will make your body
warm
touching you
with a soft whisper
picture gentle thoughts
penetrating your weakness
only to strenghten your soul
picture me
taking you beyond extasy
with well placed words
leaving your mind at ease
picture me
writting symphonies in your heart
blending melodies of our lives
making something much more than just music
picture me
loving you for a lifetime
loving you for life

(by quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

the end

she was i
and
i was she
similar in so many ways
we were
a different we
our relationship had no pattern
no form
no boundaries
no rules
we just floated on life
living
just enough
to know love existed
she allowed me to be free
then
she
left
she left
SHE F#C(ING LEFT
almost without warning
removing all traces of her soul
leaving without an answer
she said
with me
she could never understand being free
leaving my soul searching for an ending
she

(by quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

vacation

i
close my eyes
letting my mind take control
your words paint pictures to excite my pleasure principle
you speak life into my imagination
so i
start with simple questions
and seductively you say something
but what my ears hear and what my mind create
seem only slightly similar
i
picture the softness of your shell
wrapped in black lace
your smile speaks of temptation
i am turned on by your touch
my movements are erratic like a child on christmas
eager to discard the wrapping
without taking the time to behold all of your beauty
but you guide my hands
and whisper
slowly baby
so i
follow your lead
pulling you into what was once myspace
placing kisses like comments on everything
from your facebook to your in-box
thinking of your words
i
slowly
unwrap
the mystery
of
your
soul
kissing away the scars of my day
until
you are wearing nothing but temptations smile
moving my hand across every curve
until
the wetness of your being
awakens my desire
my thirst for your soul
is quenched
i
taste you
your sweetness stimulates a sugar rush
my heart pounds out your name
your moans
sings lullabies to the depths of my soul
and
the tenseness of my being
unravels
unwinds
and is totally unconcerned
i
am
on a
vacation
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

me missing me

these word are written from the soul. follow the flow

tears
i
cry
flood my sanity
the leavy has broken
i am broken
torn between
she and thee
you and i
cry
tears
that leave souls scared like knives in prison riots
i bleed
and emotions leave stains that can never wash away
tainted thought keep guarded hearts
and i cant remember what love looks like
but you
reminded me
that love has texture
love is convex
convoluted
complicated
complex
but i cant remember what love looks like
until you
remind me
that love has essence
love is simple
seductive
sovereign
satisfying
but i cant remember love
because between she and me
there is no we
just flooded thoughts where hope once stood
and because of my tears
i can only see
tree tops and light post
and a picture of my soul
nailed to the perch
like a yard sale sign
colored by the word "missing"
i am searching for me
looking for we
not she
but you
wondering why
you and i
cant be
us
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

us again

i want to taste places that are never touched
pressing my lips against your soul
making you mine
again
i want to wrap you in my thoughts
until our heart beat combines
i want
you
and
i
to redefine us
we are the definition of lust
love
and everything in between
more that just my queen
i am your king
and together
we
become we
again
i want to taste your soul
again
i want to wrap you in my thoughts
again
i want to make you mine
again
i want us to be we
and
we to be us
again
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)