Love rain down on me,on me,down on me

Met him on a Thursday,sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown,deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations,blue colors,memories of shell top adidas
He was fresh,like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm,no jacket,no umbrella,just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper,red,hot,spicy
I felt Dizzy and Sonia, heaven and Miles between my
thighs
Better than love,we made delicious
He me had,had me he
He had me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love

Love rain down on me,on me,down on me

The rain was fallin and,and slowly and sweetly and stinging
my
eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open,wide,loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off its axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds,84 degrees,melody

Love rain down on me,on me,down on me

I stretch my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass,
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnaval drums.
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
So then I could really be fly.
And then she arrived.
Like daybreak inside a railway tunnel,
like the new moon,
like a diamond in the mines,
like high noon to a junker,
Sudden...
She made my heart beat in the now, now time signature,
her skin a canvas for ultra violet brush strokes.
She was the sun's painting,
she was a deep cogniac color,
her eyes sparkle like lights along the new city,
her lips purst as if her breath was too sweet and full for her mouth to hold.
I said:
"You are the beautiful distress of mathematics,"
I said:
"For you, I will peel open the clouds like new fruit,
and give you lightning and thunder as a dowry,
I will make the sky shed all of it's stars like rain,
and I will cast the constellations across your waist,
and i will make the heavens your keep.
And they will be pleased to cover you,
they will be pleased to cover you,
May i please... cover you...

...please...

So this is the first blog, one of many to come. I figured, I'm too lazy and maybe to busy to release my thoughts on to paper, however, need somewhere I can rant about the daily events , and get things off my chest. . now my mind is drawing a blank as to what to compose in this blog. All i'm really thinking about right now is the song posted above, by Ms. Jill Scott- the queen of Neo-Soul . Y'all who don't know about that genre of music, need to get on your Limewire or your I-Tunes and download some of that Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, India Arie,Angie Stone,Davina,Floetry- so on & so forth. To hell with all this commercialized bogus people are calling music. In today's society , you don't have to have natural born talent to become a superstar. Neo- Soul, thats the realest shit out there these days. What has happened to the world of music? It's one thing to listen to the booty music in the clubs and whatnot, but when I'm at home, wanting to ease my mind I'm not trying to listen to music about kush, getting my ass slapped , or doing some new dance like the soulja boy. I wanna hear the unique rhapsody of words from the soul, the content that allows me to visualize their meaning, and take me into another world. Even in regards to R&B, where did these little boys like Sammie come from? At the age of sixteen, Sammie came out with a song called "Slow." In this song he sings :

"Take it slow, girl
Just relax your mind
Sit back and unwind all day
Baby take it slow, girl
We don't have to rush
Good things come to those who wait
Baby take it slow, girl
Baby take it easy
We gone' be together always
Baby take it slow
Imma take it slow
We gone' take it slow"

At sixteen, where does he come from making such a sensual song. He knows nothing/ should know nothing about making love. What does he momma think about that? What would YOUR momma think about that? Still at an age where she's packing your lunch and giving you curfew , and there's her little boy/girl making attempts at baby-making music. What happened to people like Jodeci, New Edition, Keith Sweat, Tony!Toni!Tone!. All im trying to say is my love for todays r&b is absent. My heart is in the 80's & 9o's. A lot of todays urban/r&b music, sucks- point blank.
I'm going to keep this one short, & proceed with my day. Maybe more thoughts will come later.