The G

Oh trade winds
Kindly carry this weighted kiss
From my stained tounge, frozen lips
To the heart of one miss
In the land of disobedience and bliss
For whom a beat my heart will skip.

The auburn seamless flames
From my inner space
Will charr your frosty Crystal waves
And light up her rosy spirit as it reaches her place.
It will remind her of what she can’t see
But I know in it she does believe. 

So trade winds, as you crack my lips
And steal the oil from my skin
Suck the life for the land
And blow onto us the coldness from our hearts
Do go with a piece of me
A piece that is greater than the whole
From a wierd and old soul
To my eternal B

I love you g


Hey guys. Thanksgiving break say whaaaa. WEwent to Harvard for the weekend, and it was lots of fun. A lot of dancing happened over this weekend.

I rediscovered my soundcloud today. I’ll post a link to it, and also to my friend Jason’s. He’s a really talented music maker. That’s all I have to say. Listen to Seaplane.


on the edge of a precipice

wind hurtling in my face

i dig in

remaining resolute


for to be tipped over is to tumble

tumble, tumbling

until i unfurl my demon wings

and the world is safe no more

Lord Alfred Delle

Cheerleader X Felix Jaehn

Dear G,

Salty water separates us. Maybe that accounts for how salty you’ve been lately? But that’s none of my business. I’m supposed to write something that has lines from one of those your old songs. I’ll find some way to fit it in this. Lol, seamlessly of course. Because that’s how I do. I miss the days we’d sing Heartless, and do the A milli rap- ohhh gaadd that takes me baaack. Those days when GBS hadn’t done us wayo. When Andy was Lil’ Ro. And we could fight over things, my too known feminist fourteen year old self believing I had the answers to everything. Your nonsense making me think sometimes that I didn’t. When you wrote raps and poetry and I was well, the cheerleader. When life wasn’t complicated; we were on the same continent. But things got complicated even before that became an issue. I wish we’d been smarter about things sometimes. More sensible about them- sat in front of the faculty a few more nights, been to a play, had a jazz jam session sometimes. I was an idiot, you’re your weird self. So we didn’t. I miss you. I guess that’s the bottom line. You’re my best friend in ways that you probably don’t know. Like when you laugh off my dumb paranoia- I always need that, you always know. I was gonna write you poetry for this- thank you for believing in my poetry. Herh I’ve been a bitch to you sometimes chale, I don’t know why you’re still here. It’s a struggs b. I’m still gonna try to ‘drop you some lines’ because, you know how I do.

To grow old in my arms, you can’t stop my love

Arms get weak, muscles decay, limbs stop to move

I don’t want to grow old in your arms

I want to sit out with you on akyem tafo farms

maybe one of these days you’ll actually find it on the map

and stop thinking yeji is it, because chale it no pap

and this is my final attempt at writing a rap

i’ll leave that to hov and sark and some dude called lil’ dap.

Cyber hugs g.


Helluurrrr cyberspace. Lol. I mean you.

I am gonna go out on a limb, and risk complete embarrassment, and do this.

So, I’d like you to comment a topic you’d like me to write about. Anything at all. Just, you know, not offensive. I’d love to do it. It could be something you want to know about me, something you want my opinion on, anything.

Lol I’m hoping you do comment.

Peace, love and funk.