I would sit, while relaxing in her livingroom..
and here we are..the basement ,where I did all my writing, thinking meditating..and wondering just how does a love so beautiful, well put
together, he did all the ceilings, the floors, rugs, built shelves for their
family portraits and the is History..how i feel for her,i wanna stay right
here, never to leave her side, but I am i bwt 2 places right..i can't decide
this is where Dareneya gave up her space, so that ican sleep by her side..I did..a couple of nights
but I loved that Basement..such privacy..she said
she was thinking of renting it out...my question..
to who??
I got settled in..was about to rest,
talk a lil bit, then retired for the next days activities..
which I knew what was in store for
all of us..plus .seeing my girl..her mother..
Was so happy to be there..her place is like
a mantle piece..with antiques of Black Artifacts
that made me wanna say..HONGOUWA..
WELCOME in african slang..what a beautiful
museum of african masks and pictures, she knows I
like things like this, she's afrocentric
like her aunt she she..Lol..loved it..the kinda way
I wanna live..in fields of dreams w/ an
artform beautiful, flowing through..
meadows of woman who represents their customs
revealing just how it is to this day..primitive,
like a leopard owns his property..not open
for sale of me..freedom..U dig...
that's my Thang..Freedom..
no world is large enough,but
just the right style
and history called..
home..Peace..Create..:)