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Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
days i sit and think
of things to say to you
will they make a difference
when u need them to?
im pretty sure they will
because i have been there
before with my father
like he was with his dad
my grandfather Will
your great grandfather
full of love and patience
with a family who fell into
a frenzy when our glue
Martha May met our maker

no worries for you my child
beautiful chocolate chip
made from the love of two
your gorgeous mother carried u
i cant wait till i can hold you
teach you and grow with you
like my father did with me
like his father did wit him
your grandfather
full of strength and kindness
humble and down to earth
can show you the world
he's just waiting for your birth
im already proud of you
my bouncing baby boy
years before your arrival
you mean the world to me
a foresight already seen
a legacy waiting to be written
i pray i can give you
a better life than your old dude
better lessons for you to
grow into a better man
than your father thinks u can
than your grandfather knows you will

things wont be easy
trust me my baby
there were times i wanted
just to call it off and
give it all up
but the Pritchett spirit
runs deep in our vains
quitting isnt an option so
i kept it pushing
making moves for the future
work now with a little play
just so that i wont go insane
so that one day i can play
with a young child born
half and half says biology
50 from the love of my life
50 from your handsome daddy
remember things will get tough
but never give up my son
thats not how this game is played
work till the end baby boy
i cant wait till its your day
(c) Wayne Pritchett September 2010
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
im happy for you
even if your not with me
thats pretty hard to say
and even harder to mean
since im still intoxicated
from your bodies potion
drank time and time again
while our bodies where in motion
the solution to my problems
my sunshine after the rain
i cant stand to see
this chump steal my shine
treating you like a queen
****** that was my dream
those were my hopes
now swirling down the drain.

you know this isnt right
that fool dont hold you
tight enough like me
not realizing your worth
a value more than a fortune
like that symbol that continues
im stuck in that groove
infinity ill spend
pacing tryin to figure when
I can put another bid in
to try to make it right.
when homeboy hacks it up
give me a chance
to show my change
to right my wrongs
and soothe the pain
caused by foolish games
immaturity made me play
I see the error in my actions
and I vow they wont happen
cause I don’t want a repeat
no more tears of sorrow
from hoes that cant compete
who I thought had you beat

until that day I sit
with a fake smile
and my tongue bit
cause im happy for you
since he is good to my boo
even though I hate the vision
of you huggin that buffoon
him kissing your lips
I almost ***** thinkin that ****
but I love you to death
the most definite end
so for the sake of us being friends
ill pretend to be happy for you
(c) Wayne Pritchett September 2010
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
At times I sit
Back and relax
from the daily disappointment
of another failed attempt
to make a milli
out of 2 greenbacks
and a shiny penny
so money i lack
due to employers
not callin a brotha back
"dont worry Wayne"
"i dont care about that"
"im really feelin you"
"i got yo back"

her name was Elaine
beautiful black woman
skinned the finest brown
kept my head off the ground
facing up to the sky
with all the confidence
of a grown *** man
till the week my luck
ran out like
our well ran dry
i was victim of nonsence
moms got word that
i smashed in the backseat
snatched back the keys
havent seen ol' girl since

lookin up to ask
what more can happen
i recieve a call
that put me on my ***
my one thang from
around the way
was seen at the mall
hugged up wit women
i put the phone down
cause im mad as hell
turned to the liquor
tilted the bottle
maybe i can find
that hidden message
pour up the brown
so i can sip
till i cant tell
this *******
aint just in my mind

Courvoisier or Hennessy
Remy Martin too
when i find my
next one thang
the brown got my back
when im in the groove
kissing the lips
of that beautiful child
born of kings and queens
of kingdoms not crack
workin a 9 to 5
not depending on
the next coke move
relieving her stress
while breaking that back
blast off at 9
cause her love
might taste so divine
scratch me up
then we goin till 5
i know i wont
be that 60 second man
and let her down
cause the brown got my back
i figured out my problem
just gotta lay that
brown **** down
(c) Wayne Pritchett
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
she walks onto the scene
breathtaking
hormones raging
from her power overwhelming
my senses
longing to explore
this majestic creature
sent from above
an angel in disguise
a nubian goddess
with love and compassion
gleaming from those ebony eyes
chocolate skin longing for
a proper dress
to fit those perfect thighs
a suitable blouse
to show enough
to make the strongest man
forget he was tough
trembling limbs
turn to chattering jibs
that blurt out one simple sound
thoughts turn to mush
words leave the mind
only visions
of late night rendezvous
leading to the grind
of pelvis touching pelvis
in an effort
to have a little death
then resurrect
in each other's arms
touch brings comfort
exhale that final breath
no longer *****
we direct
the final cut
ending our love scene
(c) Wayne Pritchett September 2010
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
Say it again
another ignorant rant
that only shows
the shallow mind
that dwells behind
those lost eyes

open your mind
broaden those thoughts
you’re on lock down
due to that one track
that makes up your mind
causing u to have
those lost eyes

my love flowed
endless
like the cycle of life
it died
in the midst of lies
i tried
to remain constant in honest ways
i too fell victim to a pair
of those lost eyes

scars cover my body
inside as well as out
from battles i fought
showing the severity of
each and every bout
football hurts
but not as much as
words escaping those lips
stabbing my body
tears form
in my lost eyes

up is down, down is up
left is right, right is wrong
logic is no more
once i catch a glimpse
of that black lace thong
seduction from the temptress
longing for more
staring on to me with those lost eyes

the vicious cycle continues
life tends to go on
i cant seem to find
the correct venue
to break the dreaded news
another has caught my eye
helped me find the way
2 way streets and a freeway
crowd my once narrow mind
that was hidden behind
my lost eyes
NOW FOUND
(c) Wayne Pritchett September 2010
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
as i lay in my bed
enjoying the rain
i take pleasure in
thinkin of you
the feeling we share
this secret we both bear
a smile lights my face
while i imagine you here
sharing a warm embrace
kissing your pretty face
my mind finds itself
in the gutter
imagining you feeling
the same as i do
the slightest touch
pushing us over
this intimate adventure
we keep undercover
its driving me crazy
i wish it was another
day another time
so i can hold you
your body close to mine
our limbs intertwined
tasting your sweet lips
loving each second
hoping this is the day
we go a little further
we dont have to
you know...go all the way
ill just take a trip
downtown
all expenses paid
no need to lift a finger
our your body just lay
back and let go
let your body quiver
my wonderful daydream
it gets even better
i wont tell you tho
not in a poem
maybe a nice letter
till then ill just wait
for the next fall of rain
(c) Wayne Pritchett September 2010
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
at this moment
you are the light
that twinkles in my eye
the source in my chest
that makes my heart melt
then my mouth stops runnin
only to let my mind race
just for a while
then you change
that twinkle transforms
as well as my chest
that twinkle is a flame
not one of lust but anger
that source that once warmed
now cools till it freezes
see when i begin to think
just like you claim you do
i wont ask a question
cause i know the answer
the original spark
that gave what we had
that special glow
is gone
replaced wit this new one
refurbished for you
since i liked to see
your smile more than i
liked to see mine
little things i see
trigger the actions you
cant seem to believe

i have forgiven you
even though u cant see
i havent forgotten
and it angers me
you dont understand
i wanted the world to know
how much of my heart
belonged to you
and only you
3 separate times
my heart shattered in pieces
not **** i thought about
while i was alone and bored
based on facts presented
to me and those u admitted
had a shread of truth
this tango we dance
is makin my feet hurt
but im stuck
in this lust trance
you put on me
the night of our prom
when u took something from me
the last of my innocense
something u promised to
never do again to anyone
cause virgins
become too clingy
i might forget the
phrase you say
word for word but
the pain tends to stay
like a hangover from
liquors u cant seem
remember u drank
the way i looked
replacing a P wit a F
i looked like a fool
the *** u hate to look like
when u put u through
the shame type of bull
you deficated on my plate
when i served you
like the queen i see
the one i wanted to be
with but things changed

i have this gemini type
feelin for you
the i love you now
but u irritate me later kind
i wouldnt mind a future
before i flash back
i wont be happy tho
after the past flashed
showing me the main fact
i need security
something i havent felt
since our love was new
i never let it show
cause deep down
in my heart in knew
things might change
for the better but new
issues flew my way
so i watch and wait
for another movement
from the bowels
of your jealousy
and greed for me
which in my eyes
isnt really where
i wanna be

my love will never die
for you but my doubt
also is immortal cause of you
and poor judgement
when i dont show
what you want in me
you find it in another
tryin to pull jealousy
from me i wont
be a pawn in your
love/chess game
this song is reachin
its end and im switchin
to another partner
one who mirrors my
good as well as bad
no jealousy and switchin
to another man who
gives you attention for
what you carry
while your walkin by
she who loves me
even if i were
to choose you
something you dont have
the heart to do
(c) Wayne Pritchett October 2010

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