Pink on brown skin*

You shouldnt bite your lip that way
knowing full well what it does to me
not if it has to be on a bus full of people
but hey, i'ma play your game today.

I make you my one single focus,
no city, no passengers, no bus
just you and your lips, no trouble, no fuss,
slide my hands down your hips, this is so us
always trying to be daring ,but we're too full of caring
to just let ourselves get lost in the moment
yet today feels different, today we own it
that power, that drive that brings things alive
you're my honey and i'm about to raid your hive

A kiss, a lip lock, keep it soft and tender
ow!..you see?! when you bite you become the offender
you're always starting things you think i wont finish
i'ma prove you wrong today, i'ma finally be the ender
you think you're dirty but I'm outright feeling sinnish
i dont care about our passive fans
right now I've got big massive plans
come here, come closer, i can feel your bliss
it's clear, it's over, we're actually doing this

Cant think straight when you've got me in your web
one whiff of your love scent and my senses just ebb
until they're vanished and all my thoughts are in Spanish
me gusto, muy caliente, mas, mas,- no we'll be banished
I mean, if we're caught...oh you should not...
see, now you've gone and pulled me across the line
you know when you nibble on my ear lobe i get lost in time
you're so hot right now, goddamn, you're such a flirt
you know what? fuck it... i venture beyond your skirt
i see you've felt it and now your whole look has turned
its no game anymore, i slip my hand to where you burn
no thoughts of being caught or getting embarassed
it's too hot right now, we're about to be sexually harrassed

and that didnt even rhyme but your breasts are real poetry
you pull me to your chest and you just wont let go of me
what sweet heaven it is to suckle at your works of art
so soft and warm and peaceful that i can feel your heart
and i can feel you start to heat up where it counts
you claw away at me as the pleasure slowly mounts
i riggle about trying to adjust myself to this heat
you are fully ripe and the fruit is sweet
you pound your hand against the bus like you're tapping out in wrestling
the sounds between the two of us foresee the trapping of the best thing
our eyes are locked so we dont see the shock of the bus riders
right now you simply have a need and I am the provider
the bus jumps over of a hump, driver pumps his brakes
with a gruntfilled thump, we bump away at our pleasure aches
you stare deep into my eyes as your lower lip starts to tremble
i see the wolf beneath your skies as the storm starts to assemble
the clouds have swiftly gathered and we can hear the distant thunder
you cling to me at the first drop, hold tight, my queen, we're going under
its troubling, you're bubbling like a wild untameable volcano
you want to hold your cries back but your lips simply cant say no
they say yes, yes, yes, yes, yes goddammmit, YES
the whole bus starts to shudder at our wet success
and when it pours, it floods, it flows, it rains
only i can tell that you're not crying out in pain
you're free, you're flying, its the song of your liberation
soar high above the sky, my angel, beyond the clouds of inspiration
your eyes are shut tight, this is your night, you are like a dream-

a dream, a dream? goddamit! this was all a dream
but it was so real, i could so feel everything that you mean
and everything that you think, i could feel your every desire
but here i sit alone on the bus, frustrated and much inspired
by thoughts of you and what i'll do and how I'll make you pop
and how i'll run my hands across-...oh damn, I've missed my stop!



*Title suggested by my Girlie Brown.

The Lorry Driver's wife

I stay

and let him worship at my temple
see sometimes love is not that simple
we take our chances and make mistakes
we sleep, we wake, we mend, we break
we take and take and hurt and stab
he's the only thing i ever had
that was mine alone and no one else's
so I'm staying because I'm just that selfish
and he's so helpless, he's just a child
you wake up one day no longer young or wild
or tough or happy or lucky or sad
he's mine, the only thing i ever had.

I stay

Dont roll your eyes at me that way
we play and lose or win or grow
i'd rather be in love than know
than know for sure he's breaking my heart
you learn your lines and play your part
or break the rules or make your own
he's much too young to be alone
he's just a child, he'll grow one day
i still love him and so I stay
and ignore the truth and all its harms
to neslte in the illusion of his arms
you dance your slows, you sing along
i love that bastard, he did me wrong.

I stay

cos there's no love left in the world
so if i leave, i'm no one's girl
you fight, you yell, you scream, you bite
but there's no hell as a lonely night
in a haunted house of empty rooms
I shut my mouth to evade that doom
he's just a child, i've seen him cry
he'll change someday, at least he'll try
you type, you write, you scribble on a pad
he's my life, the only one i ever had
and there are only two truths passed "i'm sorry"
you kill the engine or drive that lorry.

The Lorry Driver

She knows

Cant say for sure what gave me away
i get this uncontrollable twitch and start to fumble
just stumble through the day when wrought in confusion
the world i built her was just an illusion
whose walls have begun to crumble
now will she stay?

We didnt do this to each other
she's far more than just a lover
not just another sexy broad i met
she's one i wont forget
i do regret my young mistake
but wont she stay, for heaven's sake?

She knows

and the guilt inside me painfully grows
each time the dj plays our favourite slows
i see in her eyes, she knows
yet she still sways her body to my song
maybe she's known it all along
which maybe means that she might stay
how did we end up this way?

It's too late to say I'm sorry
the story wont speak in my favour
feels like I've been hit by a lorry
Heaven's, she's such a precious flavour
every time she rubs my chest
she was so good to me, really, the best
and now I've thrown that all away
what can i do to make her stay?

She knows

i know she knows and now its clear
Dear God! I've never known such fear
cos when she knows, she's gone for sure
not even Cupid's got this cure
how could i have been so damn possessed?
cos she was TOO good for me, i swear, the best
but i did this, i did the wrong
and she has known it all along.

Loved in the diaspora (Vol II)

I steal a kiss in the dead of the night
dont even wake you to tell you you're beautiful
just drag my weathered bones off at first light
to do my duty because you are dutiful.

And in the evening you'll wash my feet
and conjure up some miracle for me to eat
sweeter than the sweetest song
with which you soothe me all night long.

I watch the city fly by me at day break
growing weary with each further mile
clench my teeth at the muscles that may ache
yet find solace in the magic of your smile

For in the evening you'll cleanse my eyes
and wipe my torso, my legs and my thighs
you'll be sweet as the sweetest song
with which you soothe me all night long.

I drench my shirt in exhaustion and sweat
crushing blistering rocks, choking on sand
my thoughts travel so i can forget
travel to the sanctuary of your hand

In the evening you'll rub my back
comforting me with what the day lacked
then i will listen to your song
with which you soothe me all night long.

You wont ask how my day was spent
for i'll understand how your long day went
laying in each other, this is all we'll do:
whisper together of the world i build you.

In the evenings' the only time i'll truly live
savouring each moment with my sole friend
and right before i'm consumed in the care you give
there'll rise that unfriendly foe once again.

To your secret admirer.

I wanna be in love with you
I wanna fly away to a place where only lovers do the things that lovers do
sorry, but you excite me
mind if i sit...never mind... i'm sitting

look i wanna hold your hand and listen to your life story
and just fall in love with you every single morning
and every night and then again and again and just get lost in you
i wanna spare no cost with you
just lay it all out, lay bare my very soul
and i'm digging myself deeper and deeper into this hole

but i dont care cos i wanna be in love with you
you have no idea what not saying that has been putting me through
i'd choke on three short words because you'd steal my very breath
each time you laughed at my jokes you brought me close to death
cos i couldnt sing the lyrics my heart was singing
you dont know how hard it is to think what i'm thinking
to let myself believe you could love me
i'd self destruct if i thought you would hug me
and miss me and wish you'd said these very words i'm saying
and i no longer know what i'm saying but i'm staying

cos i wanna be in love with you
and maybe someday get the chance
to play my Lover's Only CD and do the sacred dance
where we fuse ourselves into one existance
i press play and you abandon resistance
you nibble, i squeeze, a moan, oooh i love this track
trace my hands across your body till i've learned every arc of your back
and every secret that lies betwen your thighs
someone lets go, someone sighs
as we rock back and forth the uncontollable waves
mounting pleasure, mounting, mounting till it caves
drowning us in ecstatic juices on the jungle floor
i'm getting carried away but i dont care anymore


i just wanna be in love with you
and thats all i wanted to say
i'm feeling much less brave about this now
but it'd be great if you also felt that way.

Troubled in the Diaspora (Vol. I)

Greetings, Ancestors
welcome back to my haunted house;
I thought you had abandoned me for hope.
5+3= America.
There's no tea in my government sugar;
how can i host you, Ancestors,
when the bills I've paid
I've "paid" with borrowed credit on loan?
What was the rhythm of our traditional beat?
I forgot how to shuffle my feet
when I started wearing shoes that were made
for someone with a car.
Am I still your son, Oh Ancestors,
even though I take the metro to night school?
Chicken soup with grilled mushrooms.
Oh Ancestors, I am lost without you...
but I am the one who left,
I'm the one who walked out
and left to build my own

Dreams

that's all they were.

Then Captain Planet kicked Superman's ass
and i began to lose my mind.

The Revolution.

The Revolution was, in fact, televised,
feverishly anticipated and much publicised,
TV land broadcast the birth of a nation
but audiences rushed to switch the station.

Police batons cracked right through civil rights,
we ushered in change with mass choas and mob fights,
all the while being projected onto the TV screen,
it was the greatest show that was, sadly, never seen.

The revolution was, in fact, televised,
widely gossiped about and severely scrutinised
for its free thought, weed smoke, hard rock and funk
and, in the end, the ratings stunk.

We had eyecatching banners and protest signs,
camera crews descended upon us to capture the times,
but the viewers at home would prove less than thankful;
it wasnt long before the new ideas were cancelled.

The Revolution was, in fact, televised
with million man marches pre-scheduled and synchronised,
we had iconic artists fine tune its theme song
yet, somehow, we all still got it wrong.

It gave us Jimi Hendrix, Brother Malcolm and Dr King,
we praised their contributions but then recanted everything,
the Revolution was, in fact, televised, sisters and brothers;
we may have forgotten that it happened, but there will come another.

This was obviously inspired by Gil Scott Heron's timeless anthem, "The Revolution will not be televised" which you can check out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTCQSk2l8bc