Whuddown?

Who am I? They call me brother to the night, but right now I'm the blues in your left thigh tryina become the funk in your right...

I keed I keed. Gotta love the "Love Jones" quotes though. I'm LaDonna, and I am the greatest poet of my time. But I don't have time for stage names or images or head wraps or any of the things people think a poet should be. I do what and who I want anytime the spirit compels me. Don't believe me? Ask my ex girlfriend.

I'm misunderstood quite often. That pisses me off. Cuz I'm so open. How is it possible to misunderstand someone who places themself, all of themself, before you and just says "Here I is!"

But I digress. I'll do that often, digress. But hopefully somebody gets what the hell I'm saying.

I took a medical leave about 2 semsters before I was set to graduate. I was doing well too (by some peoples standards). I had a townhouse, a dog, a steady girlfriend, a decent job, an excellent GPA, and I was in a sorority making major moves.

Then the walls came tumbling down. Lost it all except the dog. Well, I won't say I lost it. I gave it up. Now I'm back home, jobless, moneyless, with nothing but a notepad and a dream. Which leads me into my actual rambling for the day, my notebook and my dream.

I'm in love. In love with the sound a pencil makes when it hits paper and begins to carve out words. In love with bleeding life into computer screens as I stroke letters. In love with the furious pounding and massive adrenaline rush that comes when my mind finally works up the courage to send the signal to my hand that it's ready to spew forth complete, prolific thoughts.

I often question what the hell I was thinking when I let my life go. I know now. I was in love, and every day I lived my old life, every moment spent administering meds to a kid or cooking for my girl or making some bullshit ass flyer for the latest sorority program was taking my love from me. It's difficult to love when you're living a life you're uncomfortable with. SO I said FUCK IT, got in my car with my dog and my notebook, a coupla pairs of clean draws, and left that life. I left it all behind for my love.

See, I have been in love before, but this feeling trumps any love I could ever have with any woman or man. Right now I'm kicking myself, cuz I'm broke as all hell, but aside from the pressures that the outside world put on me, I've never, ever felt more free. Love will do that to you, at least the kind of love that matters.

Me and my love made a baby. Yep, a 12 page book that's all ours. I'm so proud. We've also done a coupla shows. We haven't really got the performing thing down, but thanks to a few key assholes in my life I'm sure that will change. So yeah, life sux but... love is good. And that's alright with me.

I wouldn't be me if I didn't give u something to chew on so here's a piece I wrote not too long ago. If u feel it great if u don't fuck you. lol.

Lust to Dust

Tonight we said farewell.

I lay with you in silence
and fearful anticipation
because I knew
and you said
that this would be the last time.

U drank me in
dark eyes penetrated my flesh
the only part of me that you'd ever possessed
and I trembled
as those rough hands
carved melancholy benedition into my body.
My insides wept
but I was ready.


You entered me slowly
deliberately
with finality
and broke every promise echoed silently in our union
turned them all into beautiful lies
passionate goodbyes
moans and cries
and my insides wept
because I was ready.

U held me close
gripped my torso
while observing my twisted pleasure in your mirror.
I, in turn, gave you all of me.

It was the most terrible satisfaction.
The best worst feeling ever engrained into creation.
Because our climax
became our epilogue.

And all too soon
the beginning
was
the end.

peace.