Outer Space — A Poem on Distance, Dating, and Emotional Drift

Even in deep space,

your love holds me down,

Your embrace has weight,

and keeps me coming, back around

I was on track to be a tragedy,

before we collided, like stars

You give me gold, you give me gravity,

and it's more than fancy cars

I was a lonely planet on my own

Now you are the sun to my moon

I orbit you and feel at home.

I was in ruins, but I'm brand new.

No distance between us,

could break us, or tear us

apart.

Not miles, or minutes,

not even lightyears would be

too far for my arms.

You light up my galaxy,

our universe exists inside

my heart.

Closer than the others,

if I'm Earth, then you are my Mars.

You keep me human, keep me golden,

keep me green, and grounded.

Give me freedom, give me healing,

eclipse me, leave me astounded.

Celestially, you are the best for me,

I rest my chemistry, and let you

undress me.

Effortlessly, you impress me,

effervescent, I'm obsessing.

Astro know me, come explore me,

Supernova, satisfy my

celestial body, cosmo comet,

asteroid shower, like meteorites,

I stargaze, and you give me power.

Immaturity.

You, 

made me believe
that maybe we could achieve 

some picture-perfect peace
to relieve, release; to ease
our anxieties, undeniably
the parts of us that were diseased
our tormented entirety,
oh how it reeks, this irony
that maybe we could be free
too blind to see

there was no vacancy
no vacancy for emotions that
had no agency, amazingly
abrasively, we returned to
being strangers in the streets
like two opposing ships at sea
the beasts but not the bees
like ghosts who would not grieve,
the gifts that we received,
that day that we, conceived
this wicked web we weaved.
a melodramatic make-believe.
how prepubescent
juvenile, infantile,
without blessing,
the next best thing.
Inexpressive, undeniable
inattentive, unreliable,
wreaking havoc through
speaking words so viable.

Titanic. (Freestyle)

 

Gigantic. I'm manic,
Atlantic, like the Titanic.
Why panic?
Not like you'll be in the attic,
or in the annex,
you didn't vanish,
these antics are so erratic,
but you love my Johnson
cos you know I'm Magic.

You talkin to me?
Let's talk about tragic.
Gremlin like Gizmo,
inspector gadget.
Get you lit,
wanna play with matches.
No press passes, just fat asses,
big butts, and tiggolbooties.
Take you on a date,
out to the movies.
Make those milks shake
sip on those smoothies.

Call me big poppa,
I'll get it juicy.
Tequila shots,
let's keep it boozy.
Buy you a Mickey,
let's get it Goofy.
I'm not Bill Cosby,
won't be no roofie.
Dr. Huxtable without
the Rudy.
Don't come for me,
cos I'm Judge Judy
Got some splainin to do,
you can call me Ricky,
& you be Lucy.

You can pick your nose,
but don't get choosy.
All tied up, so I say
this loosely, if you
act like Suzy, then
you're gonna lose me.
Come see the wizard,
we could get real woozy.
Heat it up, hot tub, or maybe
jacuzzi. Take you to the spa,
let you feel real bougie,
Discotheque, know I keep
you groovy.

Catch a flick, or watch
a movie, flick your bean,
or you could do me.
Got a problem with it?
Then why don't you sue me.
And until then, better keep
it cute, B.
Brand new to you,
but I'm the same old G.
Kasherintherye could kash you in the eye,
or you could cash me ousside.
How bout dat, I'll let you decide.
Going straight to the top,
maybe I'll let you ride.
At 3:14, get a slice of me,
cos I'm a pumpkin pie.
And if you're still confused,
then I'll set you loose.
Admit you lose,
get a new groove.
Give it to you straight,
no chase no lube,
find your place, & it's
safe to say, it aint the louvre,
this ain't it, sis, you're not a hit.
You can't touch this,
cos you are dismissed.