Hello Ms...Today

As the waiter hurries us to our table with warm salutations,
I am aloof towards the elegance of the evening.
Not glance to the posh decor, extravagant ornamentation or opulent aura;

She on the other hand is brimming with glee...
She never thought that dance would lead to this,
This wondrous restaurant with people she could have never met
and food should would not ever try;
But I did...

I grab her chair, seat her, and slid her in
Scanning the room to peer at my family.
You see while this is new to her, it is home to me.
This is the driveway, which leads right to my one room house.
At least there is only one room she will see.

She gets nervous to order food with no prices,
And I reassure her to get what she wants.
As we sip wine, I awestruck her with words and experiences experienced,
But mostly vicarious
She is taken aback by every syllable;
I am drawing forward with every smile.
And by the time the check comes, she is already gone.

As we walk up to my bedroom, I am already thinking about Ms. Tomorrow.
Ms. Right Now is already Ms. Yesterday, and I like to live in the future
So right before I set down my phone to take her up, I send a text saying,
"Hello Ms....Today"


JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
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THERYANPHIPPS@GMAIL.COM

Midnight Breeze (JOATMON)

It's funny how that the only constant is change
Yet no matter how wounded, you remain
In my veins coursing, in my stomach digesting
On my bones engulfing, in my mind infecting
She came, she came, she came, and she came
She left, she left, she left, and she left...I was a just bishop in the game

I thought that what was...was
But it is, and still is when we met eyes
Face so familiar, but the time has waned
Feelings so familiar, but oh so not the same
The woman I want, and wanted is gone
And you are the shell, the droid, the pawn
But as I walked away, stirred yet eased

Your memory, your name covered when the midnight breezed
...and off it blew...
...and with it...
I flee...


JOATMON
TRPASTICHE
@TRPHIPPS
FACEBOOK
THERYANPHIPPS@GMAIL.COM

Dirty (JOATMON)

I'm bathing in my tears
Wallowing in your fears
Using others as soap
But the pains still here
I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain
Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reigns

You were supposed to be the first one
Second chance @ wedding bands, ended up being the worst one
I was trying to make it work, but it wasn't working
I was blinded by the potential life
In the daze of the haze of you being my potential wife
You had an exponential light and I wanted to see where it shun
Ma of you I was in awe, but just like staring at the sun
Ya aura burnt my coronas
Ya lies Miss scorched my iris
Never again will you return to my retinas
Bring it back Mr. DJ of the relationship records
But when you scratched too much the 45 is damaged
That's why I'm sittin here-sittin here-sittin here stranded

I'm bathing in my tears
Wallowing in your fears
Using others as soap
But the pains still here
I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain
Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reigns

Damn! When you broke the dam
All hell broke loose, it was supposed to be damned
I think her name was Tam, naw maybe it was Pam
Man either way I had -am crammed all up in the lam
Living life in nights, I don't even know A.M.
Living life in satellite, no FM, or AM
I don't even know who I am, so i look through photos in a cam
with blurry definition, funny I remember it no different
Living life in the instance, it ends in an instant
Others deep woods huntin, I'm deep sea fishin
Reelin in holy mackerels, penetrating vaginals
In this sport I'm a shark, a whale of an asshole
Set sail with my back to, my past my mast to
A thick chick with ass and a star trail tattoo

I'm bathing in my tears
Wallowing in your fears
Using others as soap
But the pains still here
I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain
Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reigns

You stay poppin up in my mind's news ticker
I always see your updates and your new pictures
I cringe everytime I see you dat nigga
....Cuz i was supposed to be dat nigga...
But since he dat nigga
Fuckin all the other hoes, I be Dat nigga
Funny thing is I don't even see that nigga
All i see is weed, dat liqour, these hoes
Like the waterfall video before she goes
In the mirror, not thinkin about if I'm infected
But "Who is this man?" and "Where have I defected?"
Where is my pulse? Why can't I detect it?
If I'm deceased? Can I be resurrected?
Can i be restored? can i be re-corrected?
Can i be revived? Can I be redeemed?
Can we be reteamed, can it be re-dreamed


I'm bathing in my tears
Wallowing in your fears
Using others as soap
But the pains still here
I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain
Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reigns

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