TRANSITORY LOVE

Wuz gud... ya boi Versitile "The Truth" back in da Traphouse... Well, I just did a show last night @ 7 Stages Theatre for the stageplay "Cry, Atlanta". Wish u coulda been there cuz I MURDERED THAT SHIT!!! I know most of y'all know me as a hip hop/rap artist, but for this show, I did a spoken word piece. (Yup, ya boi don't even need a beat... just gimme a crowd and a spotlight, ya digg!!!) After the show, people kept asking me how could they get a copy of the piece I performed, so I figured the best way to get it to anyone who wants it would be to post it on my blog. So, in case you missed it, here it goes...

(NOTE: I performed this piece right after a scene in the play where one of the main characters finally revealed his feelings to a girl he had been in love with since they were in middle school. The tie-in is the word "transitory", which the character used several times in the scene while professing his love. Transitory is defined as brief or easily changeable.)

I've been playin these games for too long...
I mean, I'm really only playin with my own emotions.
I keep messin with these different girls, I know they bogus.
And all the while my soul is hopin, that one may save me from this lonely ocean that I've slowly noticed that I'm drownin in...
And my heart needs a lifeguard,
My chest needs a life vest,
No... that's an understatement. My soul needs resuscitation...
Y'all don't understand. I've tried, I KNOW I've tried.
I dated Mona for a time, that was only for your eyes.
Dated Kathy for a while because I had to see you smile.
Dated Missy, didn't care, that was simply for your hair.
Tonya only worked my nerves, but that was only for your curves.
And Brittney... irrelevant... simply your intelligence.
But I'm tired of only getting you in all these little pieces
But I'm the one to blame, I kept all of this a secret
And honestly, I don't know how much longer I can keep it...
That's why I'm callin this my thesis,
With your kiss as the title.
I've been in denial, but I put this on the bible,
My feelings are NOT transitory.
And every time you stand before me,
I just wanna grab your hand so slowly and tell you damn, I only wanna be with you...
Even when we first met, when we clicked I felt it instantly
And ever since then, I've been livin in it mentally
Itchin for it physically...
But all I really have to hold is instances and imagery...
Is it even real, or just a figment of my memory???
No... I know it's real. I KNOW it's real!
You're the only point I have, even when I'm off the subject.
You're all that's on my mind, when I'm contemplating nothing.
The only fire I can find when the temperature is freezing.
You're the answer to my "whys" when I don't even have a reason...
You're the words to my rhymes, the birds in my skies,
You're my worth, you're my pride, you deserve to be mine...
So once again, I say transitory... no.
What I feel is undeniable.
I'm tired of looking for something viable, always finding unreliable.
Tired of lookin for commitment, just to end up discontented.
Tired of looking for my queen... just to only find a dream...
So I hope that you can see,
that this is NOT changeable, NOT debatable, and I'm not waiting for you
ANYMORE!!!
So forget these transitory girls and their transitory ways,
This transitory world and it's transitory days,
Your transitory moods with these transitory guys,
These transitory rules in these transitory times...
So as I'm standing by your side...
And your hand is holding mine...
As I gaze into your eyes...
I'ma lay it on the line...
And say, with no disguise...
I love you.

-Versitile "The Truth" a.k.a. Mr. President

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