just for a smile.

saw this on Angelfire. decided to post ’cause it fits right now.

i’ve got a one track mind
and girl you’re running thru it
one glance and i was hooked
girl how did you do it?

my mind was mesmerised
by a cinnamon princess
wondering what it would take
to make you my female
with twenty-twenty vision
i watch from afar

i’ve got a one track mind
and girl you’re running thru it
one glance and i was hooked
girl how did you do it?

my mind was mesmerised
by a cinnamon princess
wondering what it would take
to make you my female
With twenty-twenty vision
i watch from afar

nights seem to be getting darker
you must be a falling star
id even stand in the pouring rain
for thirty days
just to get a glance
just to get a chance

to find out about that thing called romance
but im just too shy
i keep letting you walk on by
i know you’ve seen me staring
and you wonder why

but today that all changed
i was finally able to speak
the brilliance of your beauty
was enough to make you weak

i know you were confused
when i said hi and walked away
well just the vision of your smile
was enough to brighten up my day

and i thank you

Teddy Bear Tribe.

careful where you step.

i want to go along the path of high resistance.
i want to provoke and push buttons.
without a care to where i step.
and no idea to where i go next.

i don’t want to try and be “real” because everybody is doing that and i don’t want to be like everybody. no.
i want to think aloud but not through voice, but through my piano keys.
people hear music more than they do to speech.
and, and i’d like to be so vibrant that the direction due to which i move, shakes the world in great magnitudes.

if im always careful as to where i step.
i’ll never know where i can go next.

im obviously not it my right mind, but that’s okay.
because at the end of the day, i’ll always have something crazy to say.

im not going to be careful anymore.
nah, nah, nada.

sincurlyxbaki

Teddy Bear Tribe.

from the deep end of things, with love.

I asked myself over a warm cup of tea, “what kind of beauty is there in finding mystery in myself?”
I took a little sip, and had more thoughts.
And so I scribbled, a few words on a piece of paper.
a fine day indeed to be playing Thelonious Monk,
one of my favorite Jazz pianists.
y’know, his music has a certain type of soul to it, something inviting about it. I dunno.

with that cup of tea still in hand, I listened to the ocean dance while Monk rushed over the piano keys.

that cup of tea smelled like years of fear and peace to come.
that cup of tea reminded me of the first time I burnt my finger with a candle when I was still a kid.
that cup of tea reminded me of my first love.

it reminded me that I’m still 17, it also tasted like conversations I had with friends about girls we’d never have.
“that girl. she’s the one, you’d probably have a chance with her. say something, you shy mo’fo.”
but then again it wasn’t about probability.

it tasted like 5AM in the morning after your first breakup.
it tasted like 4PM when you wrote your first poem.
it tasted like bitterness.

the tea tasted like my love for things that have aged.
’65 Mustangs and inked pages.
ripped jeans and new faces.
jazz music and new places.

its funny what tea can do one’s mind once it burns your tongue and runs down your oesophagus to warm your lungs.

Monk’s music in the background, I still scribbled words on a piece of paper.
if only this moment could linger.

cup of tea, cup of tea, what type of flavor did you leave in me?

see, when i stare at this cup, it seems as if it holds unneccessary emptiness.
but can still hold my deepest desires in liquid form – a warm cup of tea.

I probably wrote all of this after I burnt my tongue with tea.
but then again, this isn’t about probability.

this is from the deep of things, with love.

sincurlyxbaki

Teddy Bear Tribe.