The Cool

You're soo GQ
You got me high
Mr. Couture
The hautest guy
You're runway ready
I dream you chic
You're fashion's answer
You're at your peak
You're purple label
So Louis V
If Gucci could
they'd be you B
Fashion Week combined
must fight to find
the reason why
you're just so fly
Chanel can't touch you
And Its just not fair
Even naked love
you're what to wear 

-D.Walker

AN Un-Greeting Card To A So Fly Country Boy

WHY AM I AWAKE IN THE EARLY A.M.?
ASKING WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED
IF WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN
DREAMING OF THE DAY
THAT IT JUST COULD AGAIN
AND HOPING FOR A FUTURE THAT FREES US FROM SIN

YOU'RE THE DEFINITION OF PERFECT
FROM BEGINNING TO END
AND EVERYTHING I WANTED
BUT I DIDN'T KNOW IT THEN
I HAVE A CONFESSION-
I ENVY YOUR SKIN
BECAUSE ITS CLOSER TO YOU
THAN I EVER HAVE BEEN

YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL
DIGS DEEP INTO MINE
YOU'RE TRULY A PLEASURE
A TREASURE REFINED
I WRITE WORDS SO EASILY
WHEN YOU'RE ON MY MIND
AND EVERY SECOND YOU'RE BREATHING
IS A BLESSING DEFINED

COULDN'T DREAM YOU BETTER
AND ITS TRUE YOU'RE NOT MINE
STILL TOGETHER WE'RE GOING
THROUGH THE TOUGHEST OF TIMES
THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY
IF YOU SEARCH, YOU'LL FIND
A LITTLE SOMEONE WHO DIGS YOU
SOUL, BODY AND MIND

-D. Walker

Just Dope

New Years Wishes got me doodling your name on my hands
Temporary tattoos lead to long term plans
late night conversations/honey-dipped sweet dreams
no picket fence pressures or dolled up fantasies
We Move Slow- no need to rush
ticking clocks matter not to the hot we got

You’re like BOMB POP kisses after double dutch filled days
Sugary Strawberry Pop-LOCKS born to dark-chocolatey coated beat boxes

YOU ARE SOO FRESH
like a Neptunes beat mixed with a Tarentino plot line and Weezy’s street
2 cups of Common and a shot of Badu plus the style of Kanye//Man you do what you do

YOU’RE KINDA DIRTY
like a sand soaked bikini
on a beach in Belize lined with Top Shelf Martinis

YOU REALLY FIT ME
like a little Black dress
or a Queen with her King as 1 is to best

I KINDA DIG YOU
like a garden before Spring
with a bed full of tulips
and I WOULDN’T change a thing

Simply Beautiful The Remix

you're like Christmas eve
you're Ali in a fight
you're what i need in the morning
and what i gotta have at night
you're that lost hip hop
you're my rhythm and blues
you're that funky jazz music
you're my favorite pair of shoes
you're my rainy day

you're my summer's night
you're that one missing note on the song I'm tryna write
you're my cup of tea you're that perfect spice
Like being forehead kissed in the middle of the night
you're my shining star you're on my birthday list
you're my love it when I got it and my favorite thing to miss
and even far away you're like a Cabernet
you're like brown sugar soul you're like Billie Holiday
you're my one last cry you're my wet when its dry
you're like Mary J. & Meth you're all i need to get by
you're my midday thought my unforgettable dream
you're that that all-star player on my winning team
you're my inspiration to create a nation
you're like hearing my own voice on the radio station
you're my new favorite thing
you're on my Christmas list you're wrapped up just right you're like a birthday gift
you're like everything I've wanted and like nothing I've ever had
you're like a smile from my mama and a hug from my dad
you're the answer to my question you're the truth without a doubt
you're that tall glass of water in the middle of a drought
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD (you're like hearing it twice)
you're like shopping all day then getting it ALL at half price
then charging it all and never having to pay
you're like everything is right on a can't go wrong day

Saint Wonderful & The Anti-Perfect No Good Dreary Day

One Good Guy and the Too Tart Sugar-Free Splenda Daddy

I breathed you and honey stuck to my lip. I still taste you like summer air filled with lilac. Soo good, you had me believing you bled brown sugar...

My boy was BAD!

Revolutionary conversationalist questioned my sunshiny being and had me spent like a quick dollar on a marry-go-round this WHOLE city and WE don't have to do a thing.

I know if you built it, even I would cum. You're what field dreams are made of. I could give up food and live off you cuz you taste like a good idea. But full of you is no longer on the menu cuz skinny is soo in this season.

So, I made moves. Changed my ways and converted to a sugar free diet, It seemed easy. Splenda reads safe but tastes kinda chalky. Looks good in writing but bad in Kool-Aid.

Blandland is my new city. Everyone is superficially polite and I always smile pretty. No sugar honey iced tea for me and it doesn't smell like lilacs here-
Just Manila folders and bad Karma.

Life's a bitch.

I Dreamed U Up So Perfectly

I want you to be my last first kiss and happily ever after/

the Answer to every question I have and

THE deciding factor/

I think most songs are written for me

with the motivation of you/and every note and single beat would make it all come true/I'm floating from the thought of you/believing I can fly/if blessed with you for just one day-I wouldn't question why/I see God as an Artist and your Mother must be paint/A masterpiece created as they gave birth to a saint/you're beautifully amazing/admirably insecure/you're my springtime in November and the closest thing to pure/I dreamed you up by memory/and mold you as if clay/to sum you up in just one word I wouldn't know what to say/I fall asleep and see you and awaken to your smell/You're what great things are made of. You want it? You got it. I fell.