‘Twas a lovely evening at Bossa last night. Friends brought friends, emailers became faces, thoughts illuminated the room, and love reigned. Some highlights…

And she said…Self-boom boom bap, where you going, where you at?  I don’t need more direction, I’ll just change my inflection.

Luis slowly unwrapped chains to focus, get down in the lotus, so as hate reigns he be rays of love.

Eryca crushed the drops that rained on her knees and toes, knees and toes, because her mind is multi-layered like baklava.

Toks has no identity—he is born supremacy, and music is his mountain, so he’ll take it to the peak.

Shahid flayed the NSA, which breaks the law everyday—it doesn’t matter what you do or what you say; the mission is shady.

Flavia’s ebbs and flows reminded us to love like a poet: enjoy the highs, rhyme through the lows.

Other licks…

There’s a balance, a cyclical system of principles.
Can’t keep me down with no pain.

Go fly, reach for your beloved sky.
I’m a pyromaniac and you’re a bonfire.

Our presence is pivotal.
We each have one and we share another mother.

We got a prison military industrial complex fueled by funds funneled from our paychecks.
Peace.

See you next week at Coffy Café in Columbia Heights! (Thursday, 6/27, 7-9 PM)