Single_Split Can't Fall Down - July 27, 2009 add/view comments (0)

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I am right where you left me
Seems like time goes on for everyone but me
The day we broke up was the last day of my life
Everything is just the way its was
When our garage closed, it sounded like a broken heart

Now all I can do ly in our bed
Holding the pillow that still have your smell
Trying to savor the last essence of you Ill ever have
I hurt to remember every tear
When I do fall asleep, I dream of being with you again
Sometimes I wish I would die,
So I can live in my dreams with you
I'm here watching the clock
Listening to the faucet drip
Hugging your pillow, smelling your shampoo
On the side of our bed that you used to lay
I am right here, RIGHT HERE, where you left me

Muji

Hello, this is a word of caution:

If you cant read this ... youll skip this page because there is alot of writing here
If you are slow and easily confused ....skip this page
If you need a map to get back to your home ....skip this page
If your vocabulary consist of a bunch of 3, 4, and 5, letter words ....skip this page
If your job, your car or where you live, is the only thing that give you worth ....skip this page
If you are a want to be ....skip this page
If any part of you reminds me of Fred Sanford ....skip this page
If you drink, smoke, fight, and cuss like a sailor ....skip this page
If you look mad even when you are not ....skip this page
If you have bad breath, bad teeth, bad gas and or body odor ....skip this page
If your credit is so bad that you cant borrow a dollar from your lil cousin ....skip this page
If you have an STD or you havent been checked in the last 6 months ....skip this page
If you are or ever been under psychiatric care ....skip this page
If you still wet the bed (not during sex) ....skip this page
If God, people and animals hate you ...PLEASE .skip this page



One day I woke up I realized that there is a certain joy in having someone to love and that my life was empty because I refused the love some outstanding women shown me. Its not the I didn't or couldn't love them, but I have a need for space and freedom. That could be a bad thing when someone is truly in love. I can sit n think for hours pondering on people I observe in my environment. Wanting so much to understand the mind of God and emulate his attributes. Sometimes its next to impossible to find other people that share this experiment called living that I'm so fascinated by. Contradiction is the text that I live. For each day is a struggle internally and externally. I'm really enjoying my life, it had been great so far I think that its getting better because I becoming more conscience of being.
These are just some thoughts I was thinking at the time ... I will change my page when I get a chance. I have a web cam on my yahoo IM n_veighn and my myspace page is .myspace.com/mali_muji hit me there if you like to get at me, I would love to hear your stories.

Stay CLose

Muji


As I looked down at the blood streaming out of my glove, I realized that my 20lbs sledge hammer missed its intended target. I didn't really feel any pain, cause my whole body ached from the 100+ temperature, hunger, thirst and the 3am on the job calls. But I didn't seem to mind because I loved her. I loved her so much its hard to explain. I gave up everything that I loved to make her happy. I met her at Guitar Center on Westhiemer May 8th 2002. She walked up to me with some orange flip-flops gray sweat pants a green Celo Green t-shirt and her hair was way out or control. I was in a starched white Ralph Loren button down dress shirt and black Dockers pants, customary bank attire. I was running a new Ibanez guitar through the paces to see if I could find one that felt like the one I lost in the pawnshop about 2 years back. She said, "Wow, you're really good are you in a group?" "Yes," I replied. We talked about music then its expanded to other topics, right then I wanted to know more about her. She wasn't just an artist but interesting. I never made it to any of those rehearsals she kept inviting me to. I had other obligations to my own band and a host of other life issues, so she stop calling. I saw her at a club I was playing in June 2nd 2004. We quickly caught up on old times. We had been keeping tabs on me because we new some of the same people and the word came out I was a flirt. I was so taken by her interest in me I told her she was going to be the one I marry. Everyone started laughing hysterically. "You, Muji married", they scoffed! But I had every intention of seeing this through. I desired her more than anything in my life at that time. I took her cell again and walked her to her car. I told her that I was serious about making her my wife. She looked at me and said, "I'm not like the rest of those girls you tried to get at trying wooo with some music." I know that, I pleaded softly to not embarrass myself in from of my people. She started up her green Honda Del Sol closed the door and said, "I'm tired of dealing with these broke musicians, if you trying to holla at me brotha you need a real job!', as she mashed out leaving cloud of exhaust and my heart on the Montrose concrete. I picked my face up and returned to the club where my people were in groups standing sensing my rejection they didn't make mention of the whole scene. I was determined more than ever to get this girls heart even if its just to break it for embarrassing me in front of my peeps. I called and called she would answer sometime and was brief, but her voice mail would say all I needed to know, 'Brua, I'm not feeling you right now!' So I kept gigging and recording til I came up with some material that I wanted to do human trails on. I got a call from my best friend he suggest we go check out this lil spot that a friend of his worked the door so we could get in free and have the DJ to spin the CD. Hey that's not a bad deal, I thought. Guess what, we ended up at the same spot were I was utterly embarrassed! To make matters worse were a mix of old girlfriends and singers I wanted to get with. Tonight was talent open mic. We hit the door dappin up my boys and huggin up the ladies til the host announced "Yo Muji's in the house!" I introduced my best friend to the who's who and headed to the DJ booth. I didnt know him but I came in with such fanfare he was very accommodating. After a few participants rocked the mic I went outside for a breath of fresh air. When I saw a beautiful songbird goin over her song. She wore a baby blue summer dress and white sandals. Her naturally curly hair reflected the neon signs and the street light and an surreal kind of way. It turned me on. I sat on the steps and quietly listen to her sweet mellow tones. I was spell bound. She pretended to not notice I was there, but I made sure I was not to be ignored. So I walked up behind her and joined her in Lauren Hills' version of Killing Me Softly. She looked at me as if I shouldnt be singing that song like I was singing about her. Obviously there was alot chemistry so I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close enough to fell the moistness of her breath on my lips. She clutch her lyrics as if she was saying to herself that, 'Im not going to make the stage if I dont hold back!' She pushed my chest, I let her go and introduced myself, "Im Muji". She said, "I know who you are," and gave me her name. We complimented each other on vocal skills when a crowd of people burst out of the door to smoke. I said, "Let me show a tune that I wrote that would be perfect for you." We talked as she followed to my truck. I grabbed my guitar and strummed the tune and had her repeat the lyric and the melody. She done so well til I hugged her with great approval. Again I felt her breath on my lips and started to stare into her light brown eyes. I could tell she was feeling nervous cause she reached over and grabbed a CD and asked, "What on this, you?" "Yea, but my CD played doesnt work well," I replied. "Are you goin to give it to me?" she asked. "Noooo, you'll have to pay for it." being sexually suggestive. "I dont have any cash on me." teased back. "But my cars CD player works let me hear your CD, I might want it." she interrupted. "I want u." I said softly. She pretended not to hear me as she lead me back to her car. We listened to a few tunes when I grabbed the back of her neck and tenderly pressed my lips against hers and gently sucked. I was compelled to break the sexual tension that had been building up for the past hour or so. She didnt pull away or slap me so I kissed her over and over and over til the windows were drippin with our sweat. My hand molested her perfect frame but she was still holdin back. So I pushed her seat back, she popped up and said, "Im going to miss my turn on stage." "Just relax I will get you to the stage after we get through with this stage," I replied. She was drippin with sweat. I kissed her as she settled back into her seat, she kept her knees closed. Her dress was sticking to her like a second skin. I unbuttoned her exposing her thin soft baby blue cotton bra that cupped her peach seized breast.


I took an IQ test the other day, and my IQ is133 and my intellectual type is Insightful Linguist. This means I am highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to my creative and expressive mind. Only 2% of testers score higher
Take the IQ test and let me know what your score is
Muji
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