The Kalm & Corruption

Long walk a long side the beach..
Just you and your significant other..
Listening to the sounds of the ocean
and the motions of the currents..
Shoes and socks are kicked off,
The sun is setting.. Beautiful scenery,
Orange, Blue, and Purple as the sun
begin to hide low.. Wine, begin to be
worked on, her head laying in your lap..
with her body laying straight across your
both legs and pointed toward the east..
she staring up @ you and
You staying out at the river,
thinking about how beautiful & Calm it is...


sounds like some lyrics to a smooth jazz song.
But it's written instrumental, but sure enough
sounds are floating around your head..
Remembering how LOVE used to play around in
Your Grandmother, & Grandfather homes...
Down south on them summer Vacations down in
Decatur, Alabama! {Smirking} Them was the days,
but in reality it kind of hurt to see how this world
made a complete turn around.. Complete 360 compared
to how Love used to be. Hearing the smooth jazz soul
of SADE "Cherish The Day" or Maybe " King of Sorrow"
or even " Your Love is King".. Mmm as I serinate the lyrics..
Mmm a women with a accent!



In reality, you kind of wishing you could take your
significant others down where Lovers can just lay
around and Just look at the scenery of " Love"..
When you think of LOVE! You absolutely,
think of white flowers, white linen clothing,
and angel floating around the scenery of love..
and @ the top of the Bed portrait of Romeo & Juliet a
nd Mr.Cupid & Mrs.Cupid together in Holy Matrimony..
I bring you the piece of " The Kalm"....


{ Intermission}

The jazz, I apologize I meant to
say pertaining to the sound of this
flow; the increasingly complex style
of this eloquence... This delivery , that i put
together beautifully for my viewers & readers.
Close your eyes, and brainstorm down this
time line of LOVE.. fabricate, a little longer....
....... Okay, Time is up and Now go listen to
the Hip Hop Genre of Today and then tell
me what you think? Tell me how many times
you may Hear PUSSY THIS, PUSSY THAT..
BITCH I WANT TO DO THIS AND THAT
IN THE SAME RHYME..Like love is pertaining
to some type of abuse...

{ DROPPED THE MIC! Because no one is paying
attention to the serious form of things..
only the bullshit of things.}

" Women are so manipulating By A Nigga Lie,
That they afraid to fall in a Hand of a Real Guy!
Insecurities in black communities is WHY LOVE is dead!"


Written By: Poetry.Jones

Story Told By: Poetry.Jones