Making Love Art (with audio)

I want to be a Def Poet, so that no one can hear

listen to the feelings my words evoke through your ears.

I want to be a Blind Poet, so that no one can see

Vision my story and take the Journey with me.

I don't want to write with a Pen...I'd rather paint with my mouth

Hills of Love and Valley's of Passion

Oceans of Pain... through many days of rain

Searching for my roots, leads me to...

 find knowledge to gain

See My experience leaves me inept to continue this story alone

I'm searching for the one I can call my own.

Come Paint with me Baby, we have a story to tell.

Mix my Blues with you Greens

Purple passions in between.

I wanna learn your stroke... you make such a beautiful scene.

Let's create our own colors; Break every rule

Color outside my lines baby, I'm asking you to!

Use ME as the canvas, I want to be your Muse

We can create our own Music, to make love to

RANSOM

I’m trapped in the shadows of my own neglect

Imprisoned by design, the rebellion of my mind

My heart beats… so… s l o w l y at times I’m afraid that it’s gone.

Lost in a place I’ve driven myself to.

Nothing seems the familiar yet everything’s the same.

WHERE THE FUCK AM I? And who gave me this name?

This face, these hands they all seem the same.

But something is not right…. No something has changed.

This is not the person I remember me to be.

It’s like I woke up and found that I had abandoned me.

So now I’m alone without even myself.

Like a thief came in the night, I wasn’t even there to protect myself.

Left a Ransom note in a language I can’t read.

Now I don’t even know what it takes to set myself free.

And it’s like its right there, so fucking close.

I can hear the music but I can’t make out the notes.   

You… hey you there do you read this language, can you set me free?

Or wait you.. You look like a hero; will you help me rescue me?

No somebody just find me a teacher; teach me this language you speak.

So I can learn the words to set myself free.