Untitled...by ku

Looks like it's gonna rain,.... i'm talkin rain ....drops

& fallen thoughts, so hurry get the tin pans and cans

I clear my throat and, dead silence walks on in

sits before me and stares, i mean really, just stares

with my heart on my sleeve, I wish i could change clothes

& go just like a Roca Wear fashion show, but no

Cause I'm just like you and i feel what she feels over there

& i wanna say hey, it happened to you?, yea me too

But for now i just admire the courage of someone who is openly my clone

My heavens have shattered into microscopic pieces and lay on the sidewalks

But jus small enough, so a stranger couldn't gather a piece and take with him on his journey

Whew, thank God....

As i hide behind my stunta shades and brick soul

I wish I could easily take your pure love for more than false charms and scripted lines

But it'll take time, but how many more tick tocks do i got

Cause I'm luvin what others condemn, sometimes

So i go on as if there's nothing i feel, all the time

I see the beauty, but i also invision the evil

So as my lips stay locked

& my thoughts roam free

I ask what do I want from me

What do I , I...Me, the She that i know best,

want from me....as i hide from affection and love in all forms and shapes

I stop thinking and just do as I please.....

-Mz. Ku
(c) 2006

Work In Progress...by KU

My outside shell conveys, smiley faces and joyful eyes
& although my inside also shines
Warning signs of "to be continued", "be right back", & "do not touch"
Shield me like cloudy skies to the sun
for i am just a work in progess
halfway, almost, but not quite done
My eyes have yet to reach 20/20
for i have not yet seen my love before my eyes
My sense of smell not as keen
for i have yet to receive love's aroma in my dreams
My hearing a little dull
For i have not heard the sweet sound of luvabyes
My touch, faulty
Have yet to wipe tears from my love's eyes
Taste....haven't had my slice of luv pie
in the sky, or even tripped up on a luv high
just a virgin to it all
but steady and slowly i will end and win my race
working in progress to look upon my love's face
In no rush, for good things take time & may be hard to find
like pirates treasure, but no time can measure
the pleasure in the end
No need to transgress, or depress
For I am happily incomplete until i find the 1
that completes and no competition can compete
without defeat, just a work in progress
until I find my progressor....

-Ms. Ku
(c) June 2006