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She said words that felt so familiar.. Maybe not the same but still they sounded similar.... I want to be with you.... But.............. I just can't be with you... close you're eyes and think about that for a moment.... Next month or shortly thereafter.... You.. .you have to leave... She sees it... plain as the black paint under my nails.... And the animal print on this shirt.... The road stays in my glare... The wind blows my hair... Thru your curtains I now stare.... Inside her dark eyes our souls circle.... I see myself falling forward.... Maybe just falling.... She's trying to hold on so she doesn't fall under wobbly legs... Look at me.. tripping... Over my tongue... or you... Used to 1.... no... used to the 2.... People ask me when feelings knock on the door... Tap, tap, tap... what do you do? Sorry I never care to answer.. To Anyone before.... but now you.... The details don't sit well... We both think reading between the lines... It's dangerous being so exposed... You never know what happens behind a door thats closed... Maybe the guest is imposing... Is the door opening or really just closing? Lightheaded... From you or this lack of sleep... Not lack of interest... Do you have some time to invest? I look at my compass.... It spins and spins and spins and points.. due West... When will the gypsies continue on with this quest? This love thing is like a house of cards.... Or so says the radio in my head... Delicate.... In a windstorm.... The other night was intense... Pardon the exchange in the shower... Our situation is getting strange..... some still could admire... Even With us alone In this room there is too much fire... lotus flowers.... Heated signs.. Are you reading the signs? Girl are you reading the surface? Or between the lines?.. Barely breathing.... With you... my breathtaking beauty... All she can talk about is him leaving... Well he and I.... Long dark hair.... Hispanic... She has the white boy in a panic.. Toxic bliss... Exquisite Kiss... Excuse me miss? I know you recently had a mister.. And we both still have things in life to master... Even a perfect love can turn into a natural disaster.... Believe you me..... I can tell you tales about happily never after... As easily as I can paint a pretty picture about the happily ever after..... Can you move on after? Perhaps... Just between you and I.... I feel like there may be something between... you and I... And before long you and I know it will be time for me to fly... around you my pulse begins to race... Usually around or towards obstacles... But still a natural runaway.... I guess that's the gypsy and wandering spirit.. I can sugar coat the truth to you my beautiful... but in the end you deserve to hear it..2square(jv)

You can find 2square street art in the background for this new video by Woody Kane & Wayz, also known as Rawlife. These guye were complete gentlemen and both very humble. Check out the video and the dope Lil Wayne art in the back.

This is the 400th poem on our site... Prior to this I had penned a few writings not posting any of them.. The truth is none felt to me like they deserved this number and they all lacked a certain flavor...so instead I had held out.. Since my friends passing I knew this would be the next poem in the 2square series and I can think of no one more deserving..


I wanted to sit down and write something beautiful for you... Nothing I have to say feels good enough .. For my last words to you that is....with that said I will do my best to be honest with you in death as i would in life...and at the same time still respect your memory..


My Dear friend in your passing I find myself flooded by your memories.. much the same as others...we're all swept up in the flood of tears following your wake.. I wish i could say I'm more awake.. But that would be a lie...maybe im sleeping with my eyes open...I tried to grieve properly but the funeral felt like a sham...it was hard to stay and listen.... I wanted the people that new you to stand up and yell... I almost spit on the floor and walked out....is this what happens when you die?? 25 years of life and 2 children later? Some stranger stammering around pretending to have memories of you when he never met you? Fucking bullshit. Your real story never had a chance to be told...my stomach still twists in knots thinking about it and you...in my passing I hope to have friends that truly knew me speak out... people need to laugh as much as they need to cry and sing.... It's all the same anyways... There was so much that should have been said...there was so much that could have been said... it was hard to come back here to this place we once called home.... Jeremiah and I that is..this was the longest stretch yet....We somehow managed to stay away about 6 months.. 8 or more if you don't count the 1 day we stopped on the way to Miami from Detroit..I didn't want to come back.... ..I wasn't ready...im still not ready...still just the same I could feel myself being pulled back here with a magnetic force I couldn't ignore.. First with my sister and her troubles.... and last with you...You brought me back TIff... Being so far removed from society.... Everything starts to feel alien...in a odd familiar sort of way... Just stepping out for a couple of days here was strangely groundhogish... We had intended to paint a beautiful mural of you while here, but no one seemed interested......now the passion has moved to Miami where we will truly be able to pay proper respects.. Never the less we have begun our tribute to you here which we will continue with us as we travel..but that will all unfold in due time.... It's hard to explain with complete accuracy the anger I have about your death...beneath the tears and pain on the surface resides a large well of dark emotions....it gets deeper each day in your absence... I can feel it churning in my stomach...twisting like a knife...another beautiful extinguished life... Passed well before its due time... A tragedy..... In the end another letter in this series... Number 400..... Sure we can stand here and point fingers at eachother...who did? Why didn't you? You should have. What if? But in the end your still gone Tiff... Nothing can take that back.. You should have been smarter Tiff.....that's the simple truth..... We all should be smarter...you did the same thing we've all done a hundred times....only you died this time..., there's no escaping death and there's no coming back... It always wins in the end.......with you a small part of us all died as well... You will always be remembered as the classic beauty you were....a young Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn... A natural beauty that breathed confidence, integrity, substance, and love... The inner beauty far outweighing the outer beauty in a landslide.. I pray I can have the ability to paint you in this natural beauty.... I have lost love but never a lover....i can say the same for Jeremiah.... We are both grieving over the worlds loss in our own little worlds, while trying not to let them collide...I will always remember your smile and the way you lite up a room...and your beautiful voice... We all loved to listen to you sing ..... This is how I will remember you... Singing to your friends... Singing with your daughters....The beautiful soul that sent us a care package when we lived in the unheated warehouse in London last winter...packed full of laughs, random items, food, books, and blankets.. Filled with love and warmth.... we recieved that package in just the right time... you gave us an extra boost we needed when our energy and moral was low.. our producer had pulled out of the series... and we had began the change into 2square..... You believed in us when few did... I will do my best to shed light on you.....while you shed your light on us and watch over our journey.....when i return to Miami i intend to unleash a fury on the walls i touch in your honor... i can see the same in Jeremiah's eyes... this is just the beginning...goodbye Tiffany Tate we love you.....jv



 

 shoot by John Jansheski 
hair Gunnar Schendera
styling Danny Santiago

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this spread was in BG Magazine