Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Love Flow


Love Flow



Baby, we should just let this love flow,

move to the drum beat and feel the sand between our toes.



Have drinks during the sunset or maybe lunch on the river,

We can kick it at the strip club, I won't get mad when you tip her.



Let's take a drive up the Ave, we can bend a few blocks; cause I love when we ride..

overlook the city in deep discussions, we have nothing to hide.



Put something in the air, relax and welcome the summer breeze,

hold me extra close cause with you there's no need to tease.



We can check out a movie and hold hands, but I like it when you rub,

you can chill with the homies at the bar while I get my dance on at the club.



Tell me all about your life and what it is you dream, then we can create the reality

with many beautiful scenes.



We can hit the park after dark and sit on the swings

while people walk by jealous of our team.



I think we're perfect as lovers, we're the perfect
match,

and to think we do it all with no strings attached.















Monday, August 8, 2011

Familiar Love

I don't wanna go back to that familiar place, where it's cold behind closed doors..
It's a place you say your loving me, but in love only I adore..
Where smiling is a past time and trust has no name,
A place I left in hopes of purity, where love has no shame.
I want a place where forever is a promise and there's no room to worry,
where years will pass between us and we won't be in a hurry.
A place where his touch is soft, and his days aren't filled with anger,
A place we use to know.. before life could ever change us.
I don't want to look back, because when I do, there's appears to be stranger,
someone I only knew inside my fantasies before my heart was tangled.
Where love isn't used or tossed around, but rather kept close,
so that when your name is spoken, it's you I smile from most.
I don't want to be your lover babe, I don't want to be your foe..
so I'm leaving that familiar place and locking every door.
Michelle "Pineapple" Jones
August 8th, 2011.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Sweet Lafayette

This is a poem I wrote about the Lafayette Bride, which leads you to the heart of the East Side in St. Paul. :)




Bring me to a place where children laugh and play 
Under the sun's watch, near jealous moons. 
It's where a smile can shine bright enough to light a path for life. 
Where nations join together, and dreams are created without effort. 

Carry me towards sound and movement, and I'll watch the American people yearn to be placed. 
My sweet Lafayette, no matter how I get lost, or where life takes me, you will always be my connection to home, to my struggle, to my heart. 



Michelle Jones