"Whenever I'm alone for an instance...no matter the distance...my love for you stays the same, so you're the one to blame if you feel any resistance...I keep running into walls that come out of nowhere...all of the pain is in the past; why do you continue to go there? I know you've been misunderstood, but you're lightning in a bottle and I want to lead you like thunder would...let the hurt go; let your worth show..."
-A. Lewis
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A Freestyle Piece: Miss Understood - 2/23/11
"Every guy wants her, but none plan to keep her. They hang around and flaunt her without ever learning how to treat her. Calls bear no reciprocity, texts go unrequited. Explanations are short, feelings rarely sighted. Love seems to be lost, though it was never truly found; how can a couple stick together if they were never truly bound? Instead of shying away from love, she may run for good; she is Miss Understood..."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Brief Philosophy: Gifts, Talents, and Skills - 2/23/11
"Gifted people disappear; talented people fade; skilled people remain. Why is this? A gift can only surprise or please for so long. It becomes trite. A talent has the 'wow' factor, but it is simple and only gains attention. Attention fades. However, if a gift is cultivated into a talent, the talent can then be honed. The result is a skill. Skill is versatile. There's adaptability and growth and being skilled."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Brief Philosophy: People Often Become Who They Say They'll Never Be - 2/23/11
"People often become who they say they'll never be as a result of finding negatives in all of the good things they never see." For example, take a young man like myself. If I didn't see the good in the things that have happened between members of the opposite sex and myself and instead took it all as failures, I might be tempted to become a womanizer. We often look for reasons to change, but not reasons to grow.
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Freestyle Piece: Your Body's Talking - 2/23/11
"You must be unaware; I can see what's under there, and I must say that I like it...girl, quit acting unaware; I can see your underwear, and I must say it's enticing...you know what you're doing, I love the way you're moving; I know that I'm the flyest and I can see that you're choosing, so make the right decision...come and get what you've been missing...your body's talking; I just really wanna listen..."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Freestyle Piece: Open My Heart, Broken My Heart - 2/23/11
"Somehow, you found the key to my heart; please use it...but don't back out of the open door, then lose it...baby don't you open my heart, open my heart, open my heart, just to be the one who's broken my heart, broken my heart, broken my heart...baby don't you do it...don't put me through it...be the one that makes me believe...not the one that makes me deceive..."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Poem: She and Spring - 2/23/11
...then came Spring, and she needed more love than one man could give. As the flowers bloomed, so did she, trading sweaters and boots for skirts and espadrilles. Everything she wore got tight as the Sun grew brighter; the men that wanted to 'white knight' her became the dogs that wanted to one night her. Ogling eyes pollinated her burgeoning cantankerousness. No spring shower could relieve her heat.
As though betrothed to season, she claimed to love Spring, and flaunted her svelte body like a wedding ring. The sky resembled the beautiful blue waters of the Caribbean, and she a mermaid of mythical sexiness. Even nature desired to cop a feel or two, as breezes only ran through her hair and pushed her dresses closer to her, caressing impossible perfection of her body. It was as though last year's beauty fell off with the leaves in autumn, grew again in the ice of winter, and now appears anew in the Spring. No flower could smell as sweet as she; the nectar of the Gods must be in her pores. To be around her is to be intoxicated by pure ambrosia. Was the heat a product of her sensuality, or was it the Sun? The Sun had to compete with her smile on a daily basis as well, as both shined brightly. One could only wonder which was richer: her skin tone or the renewed vibrance of nature?
Spring brought her gems of all types: emerald grasses, a sapphire sky, amethyst pansies, and diamond stars on all nights. Men clamored and stammered, yet all left feeling insufficient. To speak with her was a pleasure, but every sentence was measured. Only the Adonises got to be with her, no matter how fleeting the tryst. After the night, she told them to leave her sight, and they felt remiss. But the parting was not of their fault. You see, no man ever really stood a chance: she and Spring had their own romance. The only relief they had was that even Spring would feel the bummer; she would soon leave Spring for Summer.
-A. Lewis
As though betrothed to season, she claimed to love Spring, and flaunted her svelte body like a wedding ring. The sky resembled the beautiful blue waters of the Caribbean, and she a mermaid of mythical sexiness. Even nature desired to cop a feel or two, as breezes only ran through her hair and pushed her dresses closer to her, caressing impossible perfection of her body. It was as though last year's beauty fell off with the leaves in autumn, grew again in the ice of winter, and now appears anew in the Spring. No flower could smell as sweet as she; the nectar of the Gods must be in her pores. To be around her is to be intoxicated by pure ambrosia. Was the heat a product of her sensuality, or was it the Sun? The Sun had to compete with her smile on a daily basis as well, as both shined brightly. One could only wonder which was richer: her skin tone or the renewed vibrance of nature?
Spring brought her gems of all types: emerald grasses, a sapphire sky, amethyst pansies, and diamond stars on all nights. Men clamored and stammered, yet all left feeling insufficient. To speak with her was a pleasure, but every sentence was measured. Only the Adonises got to be with her, no matter how fleeting the tryst. After the night, she told them to leave her sight, and they felt remiss. But the parting was not of their fault. You see, no man ever really stood a chance: she and Spring had their own romance. The only relief they had was that even Spring would feel the bummer; she would soon leave Spring for Summer.
-A. Lewis
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