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How can I make your world mo` better for you?

Is it one long stem rose that arrives at your job to make all your coworkers envious of you?

Maybe one rose isn`t enough so will two dozen do?

Maybe it is something simple as a gentle kiss as you enter the room.
Maybe it is listening to you when you just have to vent.
Maybe it is taking you out on the town for a night of fun where there are no limits. Anything goes and I do mean anything.
Maybe it`s a simple phone call just to tell you that you are on my mind.
Maybe it`s a gentle massage to take all the pains and aches away that come from having a stressful day.
Maybe it is just to hold you in my arms at the end of the day, rocking you asleep as I gently kiss you on the top of your head.
If simple things like these bring a ray of joy into your life then my job has been accomplish.

So I have to ask you once again.

How can I make your world mo` better for you?

Now that I have your attention then maybe it`s time to reveal the person behind the words.


The personal info you can see on the left, anything else you need to know you can hit me with a note.

I love this poem. Enjoy.

Brother to the night (A Blues for Nina)

Say baby can I be your slave

I ve got to admit girl

you re the sh*t girl

and I m diggin you like a grave

Now do they call you daughter to the spinning pulsar

or maybe queen of 2000 moons

Sister to the distant, yet rising star

Is your name Yimeya?

Oh hell no, it s got to be Oshun?

Is that a smile me put on your face child

wide as a field of jasmine and glover?

Talk that talk honey

Walk that walk money

Hound legs that ll spank Jehovah

Sh*t, who am I?

It`s not important

But they call me "brother to the night"

and right now

I m the blues in your left thigh trying to become the funk in your right

Who am I?

I ll be whoever you say

But right now I m the sight-raped hunter

blindly pursuing you as my prey

And I just want to give you injections of sublime erections

and get you to dance to my rhythm

Make you dream archetypes of black angels in flight

upon wings of distortedcontorted metaphoric-gysm

Comeon slim

F*ck your man

I ain t worried about him

Its you who Iwant to step to my scene

Cause rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry %#&@$! reality

I`d rather dance and romance you sweet %#&@$! in a wet dream

Who am I?

They all call me brother to the night

and right now I m the blues in the left thigh

trying to become the funk in your right

Is that all right?

-Darius Poem (Track 1 on the Love Jones Soundtrack)

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