Picasso

Okay, it ain't been that long! But check this out...




No paint or palette he tried to paint her in words
The picture, perfect. Atleast that’s what I heard.
Pen in his hand, the outcome a lyrical Picasso
Read it and, from the poem, that’s the pic I saw

and this’ the rest of what I saw…

the words were stuck, preserved in my head, canned verse
more like wet oil paint sticks to the painter’s surface, canvas
and I understood to be digging it like this, it had to be deep,
and I know it had to be a feeling for me to write this.

He was painting in rhythm and the result was audio scenery,
I had the perfect view, you should have seen it with me.
I was high on harmony, flow visually bottled ecstasy
It felt like it was my sunshine, like it was my source of energy.

He handed me the painting, a great thing, I didn’t bother waiting,
the way things were predetermined, best spot was by your side-and
that was a sudden thought that reminded me of Sade, sweetest taboo
you an imprint on my mind like a wicked tattoo, what am saying to you
Is you,were the master piece that resulted.
You.
Masterpiece.

Inside Myself

Now I was listening to one of my favorite albums, staring at the album box (yes, on CD, people still do that) then it wrote this for me...



I'm a tad introspective as write this, an examination of my mind
Calling on my thoughts to be with me an invocation of kinds
I seek real quotes from my mental for you to quote me as your mentor
But again I'd rather remain in ink and paper in retrospect for self
So I won't recite this while your're getting down at some amphitheater
Rather I'll leave it written down so you can read it to yourself later.
It's not self centric to seek to know oneself, to gain one's definition,
We all hunger for stolen moments like those, when we get to be us
Because subconsciously we are always who we are made to be
By one two many standards, yet we still claim to have our own
One soul, two disparate people, in the name of making a name for ourselves
Come to think of it, this sounds familiar, it reminds me of self.
I'm no different from everyone; I stay up all night long trying to figure
why I always have to be someone else, maybe one day it'll all make sense.