(untitled leak)

Love is indeed a bitch...
and she ain't got no fat friends on American Idol
so you sorta gotta deal with it.

Cuz on some big lady singing shit:
the only thing really over at that point
is the modeling career of that melodic chick.
The throbbing of the scars
shaped as her name across your heart
is a chronic pain—
also known as love
with which we've established you must come to grips...

but that's kinda hard, it's a catch-22
Since all that you've been taught as a man since you were 2
includes
quips about how BAD an idea it is to GRIP...a bitch...
Even if your reasons are legit.



©Brandon Baker, 2010

A draft slash leak

A lil sumtin I'm workin on for my last venue wit my College writer crew. Just had to put it somewhere easy to find so i can work it out later.

Cuz he was the kind dude to fight wit her for my time
Stay wit the chaos,
I tried to put method to the madness but she really wasn't havin it
And she hated the way chillin wit him sometimes made my teeth grind
Thus before me was drawn a line
Basically the choice was either he or she
As she explained to me that this was an issue she would no longer tolerate;
That he was an encroachment on the space we on
And if i wanted we, and our house a home;
If i wanted us and our situation halcyon
Then that extenuating, greedy nigga needed to go.
The time grubbin, needy nigga wasnt fittin the flow
And he attenuatin the bond we done struggled for yo

©Brandon Baker, 2010

Dreams follow...

Faster than the speed of possible,
Kinda like what happens when your dreams should follow you.
so strap up: because I would brake abruptly.
whiplash:
from behind all my dreams would rush me;
wings spread, grazing my fingertips they touch me,
walls formed on either side, like I part the dream sea.
Feeling all i wished, aspirations surrounding,
Tilt my head back, fulfillment's tide shall drown me.

©Brandon Baker, 2010