idolatry

her sexy was undeniable
she
had a swagger
that was simply seductive
i
noticed her movements
as her body flowed
like swedish designed wrist worn chronographs
she kept me caught up
she was the answer to every prayer that was prayed
she was gods gift
so i called her jesus
she was what i needed in order for my soul to survive
she was my salvation
in my distress she was my peace so i called her jehovah-shalom
in my suffering she was my jehovah-rophe
in my darkness she was my
light
in my beginning she was my word
and the word was with she
and the word was she
she was my worship
she
was my idol

(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

baddest man on my block

no one ever noticed
the baddest man on my block
he didnt drive the newest car
he didnt have the biggest house
so
no one ever noticesd
the baddest man on my block
he didnt have the hottest chicks
he didnt wear the newest clothes
so
no one ever notices

no one ever knew that
he woke up at five a.m.
no one ever knew
he owned his own business
no one ever knew
he came home everyday for dinner
- then went back to work
no one ever knew
he had a very happy wife
no one ever knew
he put three kids through college
no one ever knew
that mr brown had to be
the baddest man on my block

we admired the flashy dude
that went in and out of jail
while mr brown had a hustle
deeper than drug sales
he went cross town
and escaped his old block
just to run his business
then come back to his old block
mr brown wasnt leaving
even though success was in his hand
mr brown said he stayed
to be and example of a good man

but no one ever noticed
the baddest man on my block
we were all to busy
trying to be something we could not
cause mr brown would forever be
the baddest man that this block has ever seen.
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

Touch

awaken by thoughts of what your whisper would sound like at 2 in the morning
its
2 in the morning
and i'm still held captive by your touch
trapped by temptation
i want to
hear your whisper dance across my ears
leaving my soul searching for sweet seduction
i patiently wait and listen
hoping to hear your words stroke my ego
as you say
baby
are you sleep
and in my mind i scream
yes
no
wait no
i'm not sleep
i'm laying here waiting on she
i mean you
confused only by the moment
i
am still held captive by the feeling of your arms
wrapped around my waist
and your breast
pressed against my chest
and your lips
caressing my neck
i wonder if i'm still dreaming
but i pray that i'm not dreaming
because i
allowed myself to let go at the slightest touch
and if this is a dream
waking up will shatter my soul
i
am
caught up
by your touch
trapped by your smile
and
captivated by your caress
and now i listen for your whisper
at 2 in the morning
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

40 yard dash

late nights
led to a mornings full of deciept
waking up
draped in unfamiliar sheets
franticly i searched for answers
to unasked questions

you said
dont let the sun beat you home
so now i'm
running against the sunrise
unable to figure out
how i ended up
trying to out race the inevitable
last i remebered
i was engaged in
careless conversations
but somehow
painting pictures of passion
and talking about relationship problems
over a pitcher of
what ever had the cheapest price
left me
seeking comfort in
unfamiliar places
and now she is apologizing as if i have over stayed my welcome
but she can never understand
so
i
try to think of a lie
that wont sound like an excuse
or an excuse
that wont sound like a lie
or i could just tell the truth
how i fell victim to
brown liquor, brown eyes and brown skin
because
i cant run any faster
the car
wont drive any faster
the lights
wont change green any faster
the clock
wont move any slower
and the sun
continues
to rise

you said
dont let the sun beat you home
but i
only went for a drink
my heart needed an escape
and my day was out of control
i
never
thought it would be a race
but you said
dont
let the sun beat you home
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

why i hate the rain

watching the clock
wishing
wanting you
to
say
come over
for slow songs and candle lights
i wondered if you were thinking about slow songs and candle lights
and me
listening to the rainfall
i
was trapped in our past
couldnt get past our past
i
knew these thoughts couldnt last
but it was fun to reminisce about our past
my mind painted pictures of your smile
and tonight
i wanted to see your smile
piercing through raindrops
i wanted to hear your moan quiet the thunder
watching to clock
wishing
wanting you
to
say
come over
wondering why i let the rain get me like this....
(quiet da artist/2007)

roles

i couldnt even think of an answer in time
standing between a rock and a hard place
i never thought y'all would come face to face
every moment was so methodically planned
but today
we three stood
and
i
was completely speachless
every word that ran through my mind played out the end of an untold lie
she was nobody
but at the same time she was everybody
every time i went out for gas or butter pecan ice cream
every late night at work
every extended business trip
she was nobody
but at the same time she was everybody
everybody that you had forgotten how to be
she was quiet when the game was on
she was loud when the lights were low
she was affectionate when the mood was right
she was distant when i needed time alone
she was nobody
but at the same time
she was where my heart wanted to be
she was my comfort zone
she was my life
my passion
my salvation
she was the side of me that you would never understand
never tried to understand
never embraced
so as the master of ceremonies called my name
she and i walked to the stage
hand in hand
softly i grabbed the mic
cleared my throat
and together
she and i stood and passionately playing through pros
we shifted through similies
and
melted into metephors
she quieted the noise that cluttered my soul
she was my peace
at that moment
she was my everybody
and you
well
we all have roles to play
(quite da artist/copyright 2007)

secret rendevous

as soon as our eyes touched
the situation changed
the two of us
alone
in a crowd
wondering where we could go
unnoticed
instant attraction
there was something sexy about everything you did
and i could tell by your stare
that every move was deliberately made
to entice my heartbeat
so i smiled as i watched you
you sat so lady like
as you leaned back in your chair
slowly licking your lips
you
slid your hand to the tip of your skirt
then quickly
you
caught my eye
stood up and
walked away
i
couldnt help but follow
your fragrance led me to the quietest place we could find
and there we touched
we kissed
we caressed
until
we couldnt control ourselves
i lifted your skirt
and before i could consider they consequences of our actions
we were in the midst of lust
i heard you smile
as i pushed every button i could find
i told you to enjoy the ride
as we flew past ecstasy
this was never my fantasy
if the world could see us now
they would place labels on us like scarlet letters
but in the heat of passion
neither one of us cared
so
we continued to explore the depths of our soul
and if only for a minutes
we
made the world stop spinning
i delighted her deepest desires
she incited my id
(elated my ego and seduced my super-ego)
she was sexy
and we
we found a place to be
sexy together
the quietest place we could find
our
little
secret
rendezvous
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

granite heart

somewhere between
fistfights
and fucking
we realized that our situation wasnt forever
laughing through lies
and lying about misplaced emotion
we hated the thought of being apart
but being together
kept us confined
trapped
living in a false sense of security
so
like wrist bound by shackles
together we stayed
pretending to be perfect
we covered our handcuffs with diamonds
and called them bracelets
trying to hide the scars with make-up
sex
lies
and
food
we
didnt know how to walk away
we
took advise from fools
trapped in the similar situation
then
stood in glass houses
throwing stones at hearts that were strong enough to be alone
we
sat between
fistfights and fucking
acting as if love flowed
but our hearts were made of stone
covered in mistrust
misuse
and misunderstanding
we
missed being in love
so together
we
just
sat
between fistfights and fucking
holding on to heartache
and tossing stones as big as boulders
hoping to hurt love
the way love
had hurt us
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

conversations

sipping your soul like soda
i poured you into a glass
and drank every drop of your nectar
until i was intoxicated
unable to stand
i stumbled into the deepest part of your bosom
and allowed your heartbeat to sing a lullaby
awaken by your words
i wanted to touch your thoughts
so i allowed you to whisper softly into my soul
every word caressed my skin
until
it blended with my existence
we became one
captivated by every syllable
i lay still
trying to contain my every emotion
until
i
i
i
couldnt think straight
my only concern
was making sure our conversation wasnt one sided
so i whispered your words back into you
each phrase taking its time
to sail towards your heart
unsure if you could hear me
i looked up into your eyes
but before i could speak any louder
you
you
you
smiled
nodded
and told me that you understand

(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

lying to myself

i
every since the last time i
tired to walk away
i
find myself
gazing into my soul
reading my mistakes
like chapters in a book that is still being written
i
every since the last time i
said that we couldn't be
i
find myself
wondering what if
love wasnt so complicated
could we just be
i
every since the last time i
said that it couldnt happen again
i
keep lying to myself
convincing the world that i dont miss the opportunity to make you smile
i
damn
i

(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

settled

he hid behind life
never willing to live
never believing
never searching for the end of the rainbow
bright lights only created shadows for him to stand in
he lived life as a stand it
never a star
his name was never on the marquis
he was afraid to shine
so
behind life he hid
keeping his passion buried beneath his
cold existence
he didnt know that dreams were just maps of a life style he could live
so he settled for everyday circumstances
and walked into a life of filled with contentment
as a child he toted tales of towering the highest heights
until he could reach beyond the stars
but his dreams were melted like pieces of metal
and poured into a pots of disbelief
teachers told him to settle
his parents taught him to settle
his friends laughed as they settled
so he settled for everyday circumstance
and even though his mother named him after great men
he spent his life as just a nameless face
he was no charles drew
he was no nat turner
he was no winston scott
he was no percy julian
he was no lewis temple
he was no quiet da artist
no he was quiet da artist
he was me
HE
WAS
ME

(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

quiet sounds

she
tasted
like
watermelon on a hot july day
i
let
her
drip down my face
we
acted
like
we had no cares in the world
i
placed
my
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
i
asked
her
if she was ok
she
tried
to
say i love you
we
moved
as
close as we could
i
placed
my
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
i
i
i
i
am
about
to

baby
wait
stop

i
cant
take
it
anymore

oh
my
god

yeah
she tasted like watermelon
on a hot july day
(quiet da artist/copyright 2005)

not as pleasant

she said with me
she couldnt grow
our situation stood still
like the hands on a broken clock
i blocked her sunshine
like a dying shade tree
and made her stand in my shadow
until her soul to become cold
she said with me
she couldnt love him
not like he needed to be loved
so
our situation stood still
until the sound of her voice
pierced my heart like an old dagger
and somehow i knew
that
she never loved me
just the way i made her feel
when her heart was heavy
and
i never loved her
just the was she made me strong
when my soul was weak
and we were never in love
just
a safe place for our hearts to hide
until we were ready to love again
we lied as if we could still be friends
even though
we had never been friends in the past
only two souls
searching for a rest haven
for our own
broken hearts
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

live from 285

sitting in traffic
forced to inhale truck exhaust
i
thought i saw you pass my way
i
began to wonder
where you were
and what you were doing
my mind
played memories
like old movies reels
i
wondered if
you ever thought about me
i wondered if
you ever thought about us
i played the first time we touched
until my mind started to bend reality
i
looked at every car as if it was yours
i
wondered if
you knew how much
my heart cried tears
the day our souls drove away
i
closed my eyes
and
listened for your hello
i listened for your touch
i listened for your smile
and
while sitting in traffic
forced to inhale truck exhaust
i smiled
because i love you
i cried
because i miss you
i lived
because
of you

(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

wet

every touch made her leg tremble
the thought of us
made her
weak
every moment was intense...

she sat at her desk
remembering last night
reminising over every second
from the doorbell ringing
to the goodbye kiss
and every subtle sound inbetween
she remembered how it started
his hand slowly sliding up her thigh
he pretended to be
watching the jack bauer save the world
but she could see by the rise in his jeans
that he had more on his mind than 24
she allowed his hand to guide her soul
as she slid into his grasp
and somewhere between commercial breaks
and credits rolling
she found herself

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
wondering how they ended up

her thoughts seemed incomplete
she
couldnt help but
smile
sitting at her desk
remembering last night

her mind began to race
as she
pictured his hands
slowly
seperating
everything she had on
she slid
against his body
and she could feel his heart beat
with each
thump
she
began to move her hips
to the drum
until she couldnt
stop

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
she couldnt focus

every word sounded like him
every fragrance smelled like him
every touch
made her leg tremble
the thought of last night
made her
weak
warm
and

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

grace

he
ran his hands across places that had never been touched
slow whispers
singing love songs in his finger tips
calming her restless soul
he
told her that he wanted to taste her softest places
saying all the things that she needed to hear
to
open up more than her heart
she gave all of her self
and
he
slowly sat in awkward positions
and prepared to partake in devouring more than just her innocence
he wanted to place his face so deep between her thighs
her gynecologist would think he was born there
but right when slow kisses became soft licks
he remembered every word he was taught as a child
he knew his manners
and was mindful of what was right
so
as he placed a hand on each of her thighs
he softly pushed away
and before she could say a word
he
bowed his head
and said



"God is great,
God is good,
let us thank him
for this food
AMEN"

(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

cant stop

my tongue glides across my lips
as my mind replays
pictures of our past
and maybe its just my imagination
but i can still taste
you
thoughts of us start
teasing my tongue
making my mind run wild
i
cant stop
licking my lips

every time i close my eyes
i
keep replaying that scene
right before
your
body
shutters
i find myself
drifting
licking my lips
and picturing you here
i
cant stop

you
taste like sweet peaches
like warm chocolate milk
like fresh apple pie
like grandma's peach cobbler
like
you

and i
cant
stop
licking
my
lips
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)

coming back

i stop "pimping the pen"
but only to get my mind right
making cherry lime-ade
out of fake ass lime light
i do this for the love
because i know my rhymes tight
and you can hate it or love it
either way i'll be aight

- check it, i decided that i had to start writting again. even if only to clear my mind.
- i reposted some old pieces (the ones i love) just check previous on the page or archive by date...
- finally i WILL start posting about a piece a week (or more)


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quiet da artist
- aka
welcome back carter

still

tears flow like rivers that have swollen after a hard rain
as soon as someone mentions your name
my soul places laughter like band-aids on broken hearts
a temporary fix
for a permanent situation
dealing with lifes ultimate devistation
the end of our creation
I
miss
my friend
I know they say
have faith and hold on
the pain won't last for long
but this shit hurts
and even though I don't cry as much
I don't don't laugh as much
I don't smile as much
I don't sleep as much either
I listen for whispers in the night
hoping for impossible outcomes to destined scenarios
asking GOD to play messenger
and tell you things I should've said while you were here
and now the truth is
I sit here
and cry
rivers
oceans
lakes
and streams
hoping that my tears will touch your soul
and memories of us will blossom like yellow roses
they say be strong and hold on
but this shit hurts
and my laughter will only hide so much
they say be strong
but even when the pain goes away
this shit hurts
my memories place daggers in my heart
causing my soul to cry
and my tears flow like rivers that have swollen after a hard rain
(quite da artist/copyright 2006)

admitting addiction/poets anonymous

panic filled my heart
i had gone down this road before
and i knew where it would end

my soul would be drained
but my mind could not stand the pain
of being without it
i tasted it
every time my tongue touched my lips
it haunted me
from sun up
to sun up

i said that i was done
that we were through
but it
called me
by my real name
it knew my deepest emotion
it played with my thought
it controlled my hearts desire

i am
an addict

addicted to places that only this pen can take me
addicted to heart break, sex and love
placed on paper
and read on warm mikes

i am addicted
i
am
an
addict
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)