Love.....

The name of this Poem is Love.....

( Thunder and Rain and the Movie Brown Sugar Playing )

You see hip hop was adjective, 

Best friend was the Pro noun, 

and love....... what was love?????  I Guess 

the word that never got a round Just Bluntly passed around....not a sound .....

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Supposedly the noun
Never sound .....misinterpreted halfway around, love was just a word....

never really ever truly heard 

......Because the definition was too sound to be just any sound>>>Maybe...

because hip hop got all thee attention... .

Intact the pronoun status got all thee attention....

But see brown Sugar was known for being sweet....

while Hip hop was know for....like I said Getting all thee attention.....getting all thee attention....





So the movie
Played its part and the actors played their roles but see.....Love is unexcepted when expected....

 and rejected when thinking it just might be more then accepted.....

This love was brown sugar ....

 

and hip hop was getting all thee attention

 when the true meaning of how it became

was getting neglected...and it took brown sugar a while to wake up and see hip hop was becoming extinct and how much it was being affected and becoming ineffective....

( Thunder shocked and the power went off and on quickly )

Brown Sugar had a Relapse

.

And Love Jones met  Love and Basketball

 to say hey Love......

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 the balls in your Court now more than ever.

.

Which became the brown sugar story of Love where folks should of known better.....

( Power goes out )

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>A Certain generation Blacks out>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

So hip hop died while giving birth to thee death of thee auto tune and love began asking people who were never suppose to be together to ask themselves " Why did I get Married?"

Since Mr Perry never answered the question.....

Maybe after he's done with making dysfunction a theme and series

 he'll make a Movie called

 "Why didn't I marry you sooner" ( Seeing how Everybody wants to have their own )

We should have seen Love from the start some say before going to the Movies but it was in there when we heard something say.......these feelings?  This connection? in here on the inside something quiets my soul of that missing need to breathe....as I exhale without waiting for someone anymore cause maybe its here or their here .....and then something shouted!!! 

Look!!! Love Can I have Your attention......because we run from finding out eh what it is we truly feel ...

No more in-denial about the chemistry we have in us to connect on just being self

that can no longer pretend class goes on without

Experiments between Variables and the Audiences 

Hypothesis followed by the Producers Synopsis....

But that's just a speculation and nowadays love is all about a ****** (stupid ) presentation minus information, anxious confirmation....past filled indignation.....

( Or is it Really all these things inside colliding once and for all only to clear smoke of being on the same shelf?....Well You tell me Brown Sugar....because sometimes Love just Won't come out and say it....)    

Yeah We Waste time in Friendship Clothing apparell that was outgrown by
Definition years ago....Comfortable with the presence of Love but not Ever Face to Face....
With the one we consciously say we love.......

So now since hip hop died the adjective for love and the pronoun of friendship is not clear.....

See Love has Always been the noun in question

and the grammatical error with us all nowadays was always....

that Subject Verb Agreement....
But Brown Sugar has always been know for being sweet and in thee end hip hop Came back not in place of love but in place of communication of the real expression.....

So I write not because I know love or I want love or Obligate understanding.... of what I as the writer or every writer tries to convey.....

Honestly....I didn't Write it I sung it like Erica Bahdu on the soundtrack.....

L.O.V.E. O.F M.Y. L-I-F-E        (* Horrible Friend Great Husband )

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And you didn't read it you heard it like Most Def had to be heard..... and lol.....

I can live knowing that This was sweet but it ain't 

Brown Sugar...

Or That this had love in it but it wasn't Love Jones.....it was just me telling you what you love in another form of the air you breathe......

Maybe one day the Rain and lighting will stop.....

And thunder in us all about life and love and roaring sea of passion will cease....

But for now I cry myself to sleep watching

love and basket ball

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and I eat oatmeal plain

And simple while watching brown Sugar....

I don't wish to taste it I simply realize the music was the love of common understanding and welllllllll....

I hope someone hears my music.....someday.....because people don't listen to the words anymore.....

But May One-Day love Jones will meet Brown Sugar

MayThe Best Man Win 

Peace ****** I don't know I just learned to hum what maybe my words weren't meant to express.....bye ....bud

But Wait if we let it end like this all our favorite introductions of love will be but a Myth of Actors Portraying something we want no one to really fight for...  For this isn't Love, -----

LOVE DOESNT GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT EVEN IF THE WAY SO FAR SEEMED TO BE UTTER LOSSES & POINTLESS ITS WHAT CONNECTS YOU WITH THE CHARACTER AND HOPE TO WIN.....EVEN WHEN ITS AN

UTTER NO ON THE WAY TO MARRYING SOMEONE WHOS LOVE WOULD NEVER CLIMB TO GO TO THAT HEIGHT IN A PERSONS TRUE CAPACITY FORTHEM

WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU DON'T MOVE ON AS IF THERE ARE REPLACEMENTS.....

SO NO OFFENSE TO BROWN SUGAR BUT AT SOME POINT WE HAVE TO CONFRONT LOVE WITH THE LOVE THAT SAYS BEAT ME IN FIGHTING FOR YOU AND I WILL STOP ONCE AND FOR ALL 

GOD IS LOVE TRUE BUT THE LENGTH GOD GOES AS LOVE IS OFTEN NOT IMITATED OR MODELED AFTER....IT'S JUST QUOTED AS IF THE SAME EFFORT AND MEANING BEHIND HIM BEING IT IS OUR BEING IT IN SO MANY CASES WHEN TRUTH BE TOLD THIS IS RARE AND HAS TOO YET TO BE INITIATED 

BROWN SUGAR LOVE JONES AND BASKETBALL WILL NEVER AMOUNT.....SO TO LOVE AND THE ONE WHOM THESE WORDS MEAN WHAT I EMBODIED IN MY FULL LIFE TO BE GIVEN HERE!!!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO PLAY FOR MY HEART OR HIDE BEHIND HIP-HOP CULTURE TO EXPRESS PLAINLY WHAT POETS PAY METAPHORS TOO!!!  NOR DOES GAME HAVE TO BE ABOUT SCORING OR JUST MEETING ONES MATCH....JUST RECOGNIZE MY LOVE ALL OF IT SO YOU CAN OPEN UP YOUR HEART WIDE ENOUGH TO FINALLY RECEIVE ITS DEFINITION BEYOND WHAT YOUVE HEARD DEFINED BY SO MANY SO FAR.....THANKYOU