Long before my so-called boytard...I used to have battles. Poetic battles with a certain Somebody - I call him Somebody coz this mothuhfucka is. Our battles really are ancient - coz it's always his poetic soul pushing up against mine and it always has been. There are lines that are hard and lines that are blurry - but we still spar in a literary manner. He just posted this tonight...coz our lives are mirrored again...
28 Sep 06 Thursday
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and this is the most touching thing he's ever written me...I got spooked and things changed: no one ever pushed back verbally when I shoved them poetically...
I've always kept it in deep places...
Bay Area Haiku
(well a kinna sorta Haiku)
yes, I know your name
IT echoes in the corners of my mind
i recall it in daydreams
Thank you Mr. Somebody...for that optimistic conviction in your voice...you restore my faith in men and people...you have always delivered on every promise and every word...you still understand loyalty and palabra de honor. When you told me you have love for me you have done nothing but deliver even overcoming your own ego and hot pride...you stopped me from doing regrettable things and encouraged me to go further. You were a better man then and you are the better man now...
You were my friend then.
You are my friend now.
You deserve these admissions...