Hitz from Julian(My EnV Touch)

I can't wait to smell the spring.
It's filled with all the common things
I remember.

Magenta flowers
and complicated twisted lies
promises of the future.
Who ever said any
of us could rise from the dead?
Who ever said any
of the bole could change to the pea
and back to brown again;
where did it all begin?

I remember drunken
words, flip flops
and angst thoughts
and the lost souls
sworn against those of truth.

I remember blank slates
and broken ones
and ones filled with words and pictures
of scrutiny and dysfunction;
slam the will to the table.

May you, May
you are the best thing that could have
happened to me.
April you take me back
to a time when I was growing
up and loving boys that never mattered
when I Hip-Hop
splattered
my name across the board
and I sh- sh-shattered my will on the table,
it's October again.

Spring will always remind me of a time
when I died.
I was green and now I'm
brown again
I was
born again as a
chlorophyll filled
lover.




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RSP(Random Street Poetry) from Julian [Jan. 18 2010, 10 minutes]