Static Cling

Free... Really isn't beyond my union
internalizing random events
dark tinted soul... closed windows

EYES WIDE SHUT

Influx of feelings
flushing rational thinking from me
sipping tea on the third story

Building..

A
history of events
ready to vent
feeling like life needs replenishing

Phone Rings..

Baby, I'm falling
faithfully flailing, hands
grasp at the thought
of things I'm still trying to understand

Holding the phone
expressing what you mean
as if you were some thing
as oppose to
the carrier of memories
drenching fantasies in a pot of reality

I need to see you...

Squeezing the phone
as if to mesh with your voice
holding words
on the tip of my tongue

I lo... I'm in Lo..

Baby... I need to see you...

I'm on my way downtown
carrying a conversation
through vehicle congestion

Baby.. you still there?
I'm almost there...

I Double parked.. following my heart
I'm across the street
at the Park...

What's wrong? she asked holding my hand
There are some things i need you to understand

I LOVE YOU...

I always have
from the sick days
to days when we were allotted time just to play

You held me together
as cocky as this persona
crafts images of independence
you are my sole reference
of

Real Love

Co-dependant

With a purpose

No ring can express
the shift in my chest

I FUCKING Love you...

Hand Written

Collaboration By: Allison “Essence M” Edwards  & Chris Styles

Allison

I remember the first night I realized you weren't next to me.

I had to get up and look for you.

I found you under my sheets,

placed you gingerly in my hand

and utilized you with what passion I had within me.

I loved and still do love how you feel in my hands.

Your gentle yet so rough edges brush my fingertips

and I get aroused knowing that something exciting

will form from our interaction.

I place my hand on top and feel how smooth you are.

I feel the intimate places where I've inked my signature upon your canvas.

Never once did I think I'd leave my mark on you

but I did and I have proving to all that you are mine and I am yours.

Pieces of me intertwine within your open spirit

leaving me breathless and in tears.

You accept me totally

flaws and all as I notice the sharp lines I've left.

There are no mistakes,

only new beginnings and with each passing day I fall deeper in love with you.

You are truly my muse and I breathe because of you.

Chris

I remember our first embrace

My fingers traced your back like,

A blind man trying to find his way

drawing mental pictures, imagining your features

from the curvatures of your face

See, I was..

..displaced in empty mental

Yet, we were still able to communicate

It was the flexibility of the conversations

That enabled me to truly be free

I could,

Spit that curb dialect without it being viewed

As hood rhetoric exposing the roots within me

And

For that I love you..

You listened to me when

my devotion switched lanes

chasing dreams in lace and high heels

raising concern about, what it is I really feel

allowing me to hit guard rails and fish tail

ok.. ok - I was out of control for real..

but

these stories were kept between the margins

I smudged the ink a little boosting the authenticity

Since shit is now dispensed via Tweets and other forms of Social Media

I still fucks with you

It doesn’t matter how you’re viewed

Be it in pixel format or on leaves of paper

You still birth my thoughts in the likeness of beautiful you

…Poetry

Remembering Our Spot

i

Coined some phases… ticklish foot-sy parties
Pardon me
.
postpartum depression
Crept in
….
Past adventures
We have partaken in
.
i
.
Still walk by
Spots we inhabited
During our
Enraptured course of action
The Statue in Central Park
Where we decided
Our personalities
Meshed so well, that
Being apart
Was no longer an option
.
We became
A formidable concoction
Of
Not so much Love
As it was
A mounting trust
.
Yeah, the statue is still there
.
Today I used the same spoon I used to
drizzle Honey on you
.
For the first time
Experimenting
Acting like
i
Made a living at it
.
Talking hella sexy shit
.
Between
.
Slow
.
Deliberate
.
Eager licks
……
Remember Mikes Deli?
Honey glazed turkey
Light mayo
Salt and pepper
.
Saturday special
Our
Day to
Somewhat cuddle
Appear lazy
And
Let the day
.
Just pass us by
.
I was in the video store today
The Drama isle
When I had to stop and smile

.
Caught a vision of
Déjà vu
I was so certain
This was the very spot that I first said
I Loved You!
.
The people standing next to me
Smiled as I fell into thought
And
Mouthed “I love You”
As if I were speaking directly to you
..
I swear
The Silly shit I do
…
The Guess jeans
That
Cornered deceitful me
By means of
Offering up information
On the other “She”
. 

Made their way to me today
.

I was in the hamper
Separating clothes
Not knowing
I’d be separating the past from present
Coming across
A painful lesson
.
.
Stuck reminiscing
Blankly staring at
An old pair of earrings
That you gave back to me
After finding the number in the jeans
.
. .
.
Such a hurtful thing
Not even worth mentioning after
Playboy status
With flawed techniques
Doomed me
In a game
Being Played for keeps
.
That was younger me

Got Change?

"close your eyes.. Do you feel that?"

If I switched my speech from

Hey Ma to yes love

That means

I'm caught up in the rush

Of

What could be termed as stage 3 lust

…it’s not

Respectfully speaking

Ironically so

Yes  Love, feels  right

It embodies the second half of - incomplete

Certain words that became fixtures

Less than rudimentary to me

But..

Beautiful you

Holds my mind in the comfort of conversation

Reveling in foreign destinations

That until recently were only

figments of my imagination

I’m swimming in the newness

Addicted to the unpredictability

Of the situation unfolding before me

… I fucks with you.

I was crooked

My Bent ways remained skewed

Screws and views

Were a bit  loose

Until I  crashed into you

Now

Visions of the past are viewed in a cracked rear view

And me?

A changed individual

Interlocking aspects that accent our features

Cross referencing

My current reflection to maintain this positive direction

So

Change me, are no longer silent pleas…

9 MONTH WAIT

Calming you via
Wiping your eyebrow
Looking deep into your eyes
Like
Baby, what now?

I carried the weight
of a nine month wait
minus labor pains
never missing prenatal dates
longing for our big day

This Is
The sound of
Elated me post dated
The only expiration date
.
Comes with the last push
.
The last revelation of
Mans greatest feat

You being able to truly
Replicate me

Boxing out the right now
Because
Right now
I feel closer to you
Than I ever have

Even when
I passed out
and woke up in the hospital

Lost my step mom
Losing my mind
Sipping wine on the vestibule

You save the pieces
I thought to be
Unsalvageable
Corrected visions
Of
Life’s just a fucked up interview
With a browbeating God
Making rules to mock the weak
Had me losing sleep
Like
If I keep fucking around
God won’t love me

Those Silly things

Then you
Produced little me
An all inclusive
WE

Speculating on the future
Crying through labor
Reading lips through pants
Responding with anxious rants

BABY… I’m Right here!

Losing myself in moments
of doctor appointments
Sonograms of an immature fetus
Thinking
You can’t beat this

She… Is a better me
I
Think of the Luxury of
What I have
And
Where we’re going

Mr. Styles

It’s a Boy

8 pounds

6 ounces
.
.
.
7:20 Wednesday morning

Deal Breaker

Deal Breaker

“What are the odds?”

Potty mouths are

Allowed… In small doses

Since…

I tend to get started at 7a.m. with mine

Usually when I’m standing in line

At Duane Reade

With something in hand that I really don’t need

To some vulgar language… is a deal breaker.

Untamed mouths

Speaking on any and everything

Ms.,  Really..

Chris isn’t any good ‘till there’s caffeine in me

What’s a deal breaker for me?

A very shapely body

Stylishly put together outfit

With shoes that don’t really fit

Forcing a false switch

Looking as if

Those six inch medieval

Bearers of pain

Was part of the game..

No…

See, the rule book says

Being comfortable

Trumps

cute and silly

…a devoted mind means

possibly

later…

we can get drinks

But, if your mind is stuck on pain

Grinning to freeze time

Forgetting the friction

 just a minute

Striking a pose

Like, you wish you had all this…

Nah Ms.

That’s a deal breaker

I’ll explain more later…

(To be Continued)

FRESH

I spoke to her backwards

…So she could understand where I was coming from

She intercepted thoughts meant for safe keeping

…I passed on stealing moments, figuring I’d take what was given

She penned portions too large for consumption

…I’m still digesting last week’s conversation

Being brand new is always beautiful….

(c) Unpredictable Styles 2011