native narrative pt. 2
native narrative, native narrative…
it’s been some-time since i confessed and professed my finesse and bore no disguise as i express-a description of finer diction, failed attempts to get a prescription for this addiction that I’ve been hit with.
the doctors can’t even fix this
ms native narrative-you’re so far from scripted
just the-comma and period to my sentences
i try to follow her punctuation and principles but she messing up my game like double dribbling
but wait…here I go scribbling
you my-warm in the winter and my-song in the summer
but it’s something about spring and autumn…that just displays your divinity,
wonderfully made like the trinity
if it’s six ways to your serenity I’ll set my pace to find your key-to…unlock secrets that run the deepest and hidden histories that long to be the freest.
but that’s the same reason that you belong in the land where you roam and run the freest. .
native narrative, i get lost in how you move. and change is the only thing constant and I’m consumed by the way you bloom. or how you sun bathe on the moon while making the sun pay his dues. perfectly imperfect lady, teach me your astronomy
i been using my imagination lately, on how two souls merge their dichotomies and reveal their astrology to these heavenly bodies
while her verbs and words come to life as she explains her philosophy
we play games with psychology
…now here i go getting long winded and all off topic
native narrative i offer you truths. only time can understand what we going through. and even with space from different states we connect and find synergy. can’t confide our energy but I understand when the topic is timing and finding rhythms, that at first it feels silly….and kick myself for running wild with women that hit too close to your feelings. how the hell do you ask for forgiveness for something you never intended? or how you be so lucky to cross paths with divine intervention? a world with drunken laughter while riding through the city. or finding a pen pal to stain your identity. let me put this simply…
native narrative, is a story unmoved, of
a young native girl that was destined to make her own rules. capturing the ugly ways like camera flashes when they boom but painting a pretty picture, look what eternity drew. your paternity’s true, God did a wonder with you. Mother Nature did, too. so, native narrative i love to read you. and never skip a page, and research your themes, too. because this native narrative is so familiar and it knows me, too. and watching it live is so monumental. these black autumn nights makes it all make sense too