Tuned In

The city is always so lively with the unmistakable sounds it brings. Smack talk for the regular Joe as he sips his coffee, early this morn. Birds chirping along my way as the melody flows through my system as resonating song of Bob Marley plays a tune in my memories’ bank. “This is my message to you...” your suddenly waved down for some change. The change that can possible make a change. Positivity rising as you descend to the station where everything seems to come together.

Earbuds drowns out the sounds “as the hours pass, I will let you know...” the old mister sits across from me with a little...kitty on his lap? “New York facts,” my brother jokingly say if he’d had the chance to witness this. Jamming to my tunes my calmness sets somewhat of mood in this cart. The train comes to a stop. “Sorry, passengers we’re being delayed due to...” my volume increases. I laughed a little in my head as “all eyes on me” thought popped in my head. But, had to hold out on Pac until I hit the city. In this moment “we’re jammin’...” flowed through the airways as Bob plays. I slightly inhaled and exhaled. As the people around me seem to have done the same.

With my back straightened, slowly relaxed my eyelids. “We’re jammin’...” the chorus cycles around once more. To my surprise everyone’s eyes were as well. Woke up. “Ladies and gentlemen you know what time it is...show time!” The boys from one-two-five say in unison, came on for their act and time became after-noon. “The next stop will be fifty-ninth street, stand clear of the closing doors please.” The guys always come through with an energy that illuminates the cart’s atmosphere. Like turning on that Nintendo DS that your parents told you not play at night.

Some feed off the energy some don’t but it’s always nice to have a vibe going before the train hits downtown. Drifting back on the waves the music provide. “I wrote you a poem for your surprise it’s right by your side.” The misunderstood energy that gets rejected because it’s looked at as a misfits. But, these MSFTS got much more to offer us than less jaded option. As “the gift from god/ god has heard” suggest his name be; he smiths these words to be informative. As many of these artist do.

The train tracks drowns the sounds that emitted from my buds. West Fourth the opens doors to sounds of a trumpet and vocals of the peas that got black eyes. “I just can’t get enough,” my sentiments exactly. The euphoric energy that flows from just walking out to the station from being stationary. I ascend the stairs feeling my energy moving me. Total control? This body feels inexplicably the way it feels when eyes be closed. Mind my slang.

Don’t mind the slang as the “you wished upon the stars...” began I see hair that Willows over shawty’s face. “Damn, she’s type fire,” I thought to myself. But say nothing because eyes met with a smile. We can admire the energy we emit as we walked opposite of one another. “...But my soul seems to fight through the artifice of life. But, it’s the flower...” a flower that blooms under this tree that seems to weep it’s entire life away.

Odd the beauty it has. “Bro, whatchu mean naw?” The sounds around me puts a smile on my face like “Yuur, what’s good bro. You playing handball today?” I reply by shaking my head no as I continued out the station. “A’ight, bet. See you latah. Be safe.” “Bet, you too bro.” Responding back the smell of the subway tickled my nose. Like, bro how it even smell like that? Making my way out the station.

The warmth of the sun cools my skin in odd from exiting the musky station. Another man asks for change. Such sites make me ill with negativity that I drown it out with my music. I try not to give too much of me.

Enjoying the basking of light as “I wish that you would love me...I know it ain’t fair...” it’s the way things are in this beautiful yet messed up world. It’s Trippie how the rustle of the trees can be heard in the background. The insides become more ambitious; energy emanates. The system operates better without thought as the destination becomes much more vivid.

An awareness that seems infectious. The body is quite magnificent the way it operates. These thoughts I make ‘em. These thoughts I create ‘em. Who am I? I am who I am. Tell me not. Yeah, a’ight. The king lay upon the floor not breathing; dead. Miss me with that... walking through the smells of fires, artichoke and crepes to name a few. The smiles and cheers, something to talk about. Passing by she’s always full of life, open to all it makes smile to see Chloe.

For a second...just as she passes by “por un segundo...” reminds me of the adventure which lies ahead. But, it seems to “take my breath away” to hear someone say from “Hyuston” heat they’re on “Housten” as I walk across Houston. That never happens but it’s a funny thought to have almost laugh out loud but not really; “lol”

Models? They strut pass body language speak to me like “I hear the secrets that you keep...” shawty was fire. Got me like “I like ‘em short and tall but not too thick...” but I flip the switch it up because “I ain’t got no type.” Drummers play that bass to my ears, walk down the Canal to end up on Grand. Inhale to exhale her presence make me Superman weak; kryptonite. But, the courts calm nerves. Ain’t nothing like slapping a ball to the wall. Total concentration anger can easily creep. “I want your mind and your synergy...” felt SAd. But, now I meditate. The intensity builds as “oooos” come from a nice “kill.” Head and heart are cool; cucumber. Dad jokes everyday all day. Mind at ease as the sun sneaks beneath the leaves over the courts; handball my escape, music I meditate. My perfect combination to ease that stress which tries to consume my being.