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Sunday, September 18, 2005

Kind of Blue



Kind of blue. Kinda blue. Hanging on to the last remnants of summer. On my mind is love, and the decision to leave its fold. There is so much to say. But, it's a beautiful Sunday afternoon, so I am going outside to enjoy.

5 Comments:

At 7:54 PM, Blogger brooklyn babe said...

Like Bob Marley sang: "Lively Up Yourself..." Sista
-peace
Bk Babe

 
At 11:13 PM, Blogger Laylah Queen of the Night said...

Thank you, Bk Babe. It was a beautiful day, today.

As my friend and I were discussing, one of the bravest acts that humans can do is fall in love.

especially black people, I challenge more us to consider love as an source of power and change.

but its not a great feeling when u realize that your love may have been in vain.

when u try to transpose your love overseas and mold into latin or zulu, all for nada.

 
At 9:01 AM, Blogger The Foxybrown Show said...

Hope you enjoyed the day yesterday...It was amazing weather. One of the last of the nice sundays before fall, falls upon us.

I look forward to seeing you on the show!

 
At 9:43 AM, Blogger jb said...

yesterday was sunshiney without perspiration and breazy without chill. Lovely. And the full moon last night a much needed night cap. You made me think of Liz Wright's "Afro Blue" which is calming and perfect for a nice day but nothing compares to Les Nubians "Sugarcane". My heart smiles after listening to dat dere.

 
At 3:22 PM, Blogger www.akintoye.com said...

sometimes im blue too.
like dem dark blue deep nights.

ystrday, the moon came thru like a gash in sky's chest. ms. africa moon.
soft yellow, almost gold, i fell/feel blessed.

to be in her pres,ents
her scents were left over smells

posing as a scripter i wrote her letters in palm wine bottles, palmed in my fist, ready to chuck to that moon..

but then i forgot i needed that depost for the glass on common corners.

that kind of blue be kinda buzzing fast by my being. im kinda being, trying to be full like that golden moon in that dark blue blue sky..

but before i could speak to her, she vanished in that black hole in her chest... and the son appeared

 

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