in love with you

My friend Jireh and I co-wrote a lil something for a banquet we're a part of. Inspired by Erykah and Stephen's "In Love With You" (scatting) Jireh Sometimes when I run my hands through your hair I forget I'm not swimming through a cloud and I find myself floating away Then, without trying or meaning to, I reach for the ground instead of allowing myself to reach the heights of true lovers' bliss And increasingly more often, I'll look into your eyes and see the oceans, lakes, rivers, ponds, pools: that life giving substance that covers our earth and connects us to each other And as I stare into the abyss of depth, I see a glimmer: a thought swimming by. So I ask you What's on your mind, baby? but you just smile you smile that smile that fills me with warmth that begs me to say what I cannot...

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can't let you go

I want to want to not want you but I can't. I can see the heartbreak up ahead and it don't look too good but it feels even worse rehearsed the words time and time again in my head to tell you goodbye but I can't let you go no matter how hard I try or would try if I cared to truth is, I'm scared to caught unawares through the kisses and stares and knowing glances shared and even in being unprepared I found joy in figuring it out with you I don't understand: What did I do? to deserve to be reintroduced to this feeling so few have known only to have it threatening to be ripped away from me again? staying and going, they both hold consequence and in both circumstances the end is negative ah but is this feeling not worth it? I like to tell myself that it is so I can just keep bein his got...

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tout simplement

Où est-ce que vous allez     quand vous fermez     vos yeux? Quand il pleuvrait     est-ce que c'est     le même dans votre cœur? Mon bébé     j'espère que vous savez     qu'avec moi il n'y a rien de raison de peur     pas de raison de peur Alors,     marchez, marchez avec moi         tout simplement     je voudrais votre main         dans le mien         tout simplement     vous êtes un roi     un roi doit avoir du courage Laissez-moi vous voir     vous voir     dans vos mots Laissez-moi vous...

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redemption song

living in a land from whence I never came not knowing the home of my ancestor's name surrounded by minds trapped, trampled and shackled but, like my unknown family, never spirits tacklednot my place of origin, but where I residenot where my spirit, but where my worries liehere, in the midst of ignorance and hurt are a people filled with endless, contagious hope hoping for the future we can nearly taste hoping all these passions won't prove waste hoping those with so-called power will give it a taste: the remedy offered by we to heal this place hoping for a saving grace of some kind hoping for a people who choose to free their own minds hoping...

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tell me what ya want (what ya really really want)

I'm becoming increasingly frustrated with this phenomena of men who want what they want until they get it. Specifically, I have trouble understanding how one doesn't know how to handle what they claim is their desire. Cats say they want the best of both worlds (hey- so did I). Someone you can chill with, bring around the boys, low-maintenance, similar tastes, and [bonus] a lil sum'm sum'm every now and then (and times in between) with no strings attached. Sounds pret-ty ideal right? Especially for college. At least that's how I, and guys I've known, have felt. Fast forward. Boy gets Girl. Girl is someone you can chill with, bring around the boys, low-maintenance, similar tastes, and [bonus] someone who'll give you a lil sum'm sum'm every now and then (and times in between) with no...

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poetry

where the weather changes unexpectedly (be it refreshing or cruel) there is poetry the frame more or less remains the same but the insides change they always, however, mean something to me he is poetry tender or cold; a forced connection is made for me it is love, another unhope she is poetry that thing with which you're said to love the one that daily beats: life won it houses poetry that feeling that you cannot grasp yet still somehow manage to have it comes from poetry that thought not yet put into words exemplified in the wind's rustle through the trees it leads to poetry infinate nothingness minute something everything that is, isn't, and will be can be found in poetry all those without all that within begins and ends in poe...

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stormy weather

I heard a lady saysomethin bout stormy weather comin her way once her someone left her there were times when the storms mimicked my paintears uncried released from the sky:raindrops heart heavy as the lightening strikedand I did he from my life but that lady seemed like she sang her sad song forever I remember a day sittin outside on a bench in the rainlight'nin then thunder then light'nin again overhead thinking of leaving to find shelter and staying instead so serene we watched and enjoyed from our seat in the front row there was a storm before that I tensed my body as the thunder crashed into our private party pushing us together fingertips...

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