Can't Find My Heart A Home

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Dear Serious:

Can't Find My Heart A Home

As I meditated on some things

I thought of what the word

loneliness seems to bring

I wondered why I can’t find

my heart a home from

pillar to post it still roams

Thirsty from a well of water

ran dry in the silence of the

night I still cry everybody

needs somebody and nobody

can make it alone just don’t

know why I can’t find my

heart a home

Alone so alone the sorrow

of aching bones still

traveling to the ends of time

trying to remember those

carefree and fun filled times

Age is creeping and life’s bell

has been wrung everybody

needs somebody and nobody

can make it alone can’t seem

to figure out why I can’t find

my heart a home

by Y...

Drive By 2

A tall dark chocolate morsel

a drop of Kaluhi

a hint of passion

stopped me on the street

I was picking out flowers at

an outside market

he smoothly walked up behind

me and sniffed at the back of my neck

I didn’t jump cause I peeped him

out the corner of my eye

Said he smelled my aroma from

a distance it was sweet as

butterscotch 100% juicy off the

vine my grapes were so divine

Said he seen me a million times in

his dreams told me to close my eyes

and hold out my hands

a few seconds passed I felt a waxy

crackled paper across my palms

I opened my eyes there lay a dozen pink

roses with one red rose in the middle baby’s

breath and a card that read

“We will meet again...

Drive By

I remember it was a cold

snowy Philadelphia day when

he passed my way

his Jag silver and glittering

like his eyes he was so fine

I wasn’t surprised

His soul was electric body

was swaying as his Timberlands

was side stepping in my direction

Every inch of his body I

respected in every way our

lips parted and a smiled

escaped

He got in his car as I continued

to flow while my heart begin to

glow

I had to grab my soul stand

firm breathe and take control

felt like sunshine with a

California breeze

I knew I had to be cool get my

composure brotha had me weak

at the knees

Dark rich chocolate a black

sweet berry full of pride