Now let me tell you something
If you fall in love with a poet,
you're going to go through some things
You are going to be the canvas and the paint with which a poet will provide images of a person to immortalize past space and time
You will be a moment captured to replay and rewind, even after you die you will remain live
Whether it be spoken word or written pages of books describing you, people will know you through the poets eyes
You will be the Pharaoh needed by all man-kind or the dictator, hate mongering, a beast to despise
And this might be too much for you to handle
You will be both dismantled and held as if fragile
You will find we are the greatest of written down actors
Always reliving our moments with you, enraptured by the mood you've provided, it's true
You may think us to be the most beautiful and eloquent of speakers to grace your ears
But you may also find us to be poetic in our anger and momentary bitterness and feel fear
Because a poets tears staining a page with a pen is where pain can breathe in
And breathe out through word of mouth to clear the soul out
If you fall in love with a poet there are a few things you must know
We are the greatest observers of people or situations or emotions or all the above
We are the Warriors with scars held deep enough to contain a thousand floods
We are the creative and demonstrative Kings and Queens of knowing what's up
We are the undisputed Champs of knowing when to push and how to shove
It's all love
It's just that sometimes thoughts can overflow and spill from the jug hoping to water your gardens or harness the things you hold within and hold back never letting us contact the things so discrete that you never want us to repeat because you're afraid we'll rewrite your story to fill a void but you must realize you are part of our voice and we have no choice but to make right what we write without a disguise we are naked and alone up here in the spotlight be it during the day or the nighttime and I don't know about them but I know about me and I won't change any bodies story I will only explain the parts involving me and our planted seeds but just because I may be venting doesn't mean I don't love you because if you pay close attention you'll see yourself littered in the language I speak
Now let me tell you something
Poets make the best lovers
Why?
Because we've already written a poem about your smile and every corner of your body as we learn about your mind and put the two together to have a good time
We've already built the mountain and erased the ocean and back-flipped into space and unplugged the sun and replaced it with you because you shine
We've already embarked on the quest and saved the princess and digested any illness and are free of ill will and thus embrace you in kind
We won't stop until you feel the imagery coming from the words we speak so that the ****** you reach matches the things we preach as the bed creaks
And this is something I must repeat
If you fall in love with a poet, you're going to go through some things
But let me tell you this
If I write a poem about you
It's going to be you with the title of Pharaoh
And it's going to be you I speak to once I'm finished up here
It's going to be you, my partner on this path so narrow
Girl, it's going to be you that I consider my muse
And I appreciate that so **** much
I just wanted you to know that and hold that thought close
Because I want to fall in love with a poet
A poet like you...
Now wouldn't that be cool?
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Who knew falling in love could lead
me to forget about my suicide
And then falling out of love made me bleed more than ever in my life
A soul that lives in person can't make it through a lonely night
Pieces of me have left, through and through, I have lost my mind
Is falling in love the disease or the cure that's fallen from my sights
Cruising the streets with speakers banging through the night
I wish I felt it like you say you feel on yourself when the street lights
A rosary isn't holding me down whenever I try to fight
They say alcohol dependency is for the weaklings of this life
Of that and drug abuse I'm absolutely terrified
That once I fall through the cracks there's no coming back to life
I've been doing wrong so long I'm not sure what it means to do right
I wish I was like beautiful people birthed into the very light
That people say they see when they meet their destiny and die
I never saw God when I saw a bullet make a body fly
A halo wasn't helping and no Angels came from the cloudy sky
From my first breath I've been breathing in millions of lies
Within those lies truth has been told through my own lines
Around blocks and corners stretching past your heart and mine
But who will grasp the truth when the night has made us blind
The rich take elevators while the poor have ladders to climb
And they wonder why the average person can't make it to work on time
They tether us to sinking bricks and wonder why we can't escape the bind
As least we all found love before believing in our hope of genocide
Who knew falling in love could overmatch my hate of wealthy whites
Temporarily looking into her eyes can make me forget all of my plights
But when I saw her fall out of the sky like a bullet riddled kite
My heart cut in half along with hers you can't distinguish if hers is mine
Playing Brother Ali as my hope shatters leaving me behind
The shards of glass that hold my hate have entered into my eyes
So afraid to lose my mind but instead I lost the sun that shines
My body is an empty marker left to attach a sullen shrine
The music and the loss and the tears, tear through my will to fight
My daughter, innocence, deserved better in her final light
Who knew losing my love would lead me back to my thoughts of suicide
Every day I breathe is another day of do or die
I never prayed, but please God, save me from my poor design
Being alive in this world is too often seen as a crime
Being alive in this world is only a matter of time
Staying aligned is simply a matter of hope or fly
Staying alive is a master of matter holding back the sky
Join me as I say goodbye to my innocent little kite
If all memories fade in time feel free to let go and push me to the side
Real love lives freely outside until death returns home to the inside
While rain falls as I collect my pen and paper and begin to write...
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
You're my soulmate, it doesn't mean that we're lovers, it doesn't mean we're family, it means we complete each other
If the other stuff comes true, it's part of what's due, truthfully I don't mind being apart of you
Not all consuming your heart, just a branch, or a twig, maybe even some leaves or bark
It's a start, and that's all I need, I've long been dispelled by notions of greed to feed me
Sit down and eat with me and I'll laugh with you, take a part of my soul, and I'll take part of you
Even if it's a simple image on my screen, it's the picture of you, which fills up my dreams
I'm an open canister, and you're my lovely banner, never tempered by tantrums
You hold my heart ransom, in the light with my soul, never give me up for some silver or gold
Likewise I carry your heart in tow, I own the greatest prize, so what the hell is silver and gold?
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
I never knew what it meant to be loved
Until, I met you, on a whim, in a school bus
From that little seed would be planted a bud
Which would bloom into a tree pulsating with blood
Flowing within and outwardly between two hearts
Those beats would move off sound to unison
Playing like the plastic drum players in the park
Moving swiftly and shifting so quickly
Ups and downs and rounds of being sickly
Never to the breaking point where the end was a fixture
But enough times where it was close enough to edit the picture
Tears and thoughts of suicide often entered my mind
But I never went through with it, it was faulty by design
I never wanted to leave you behind
Alone to find my body when day meets night
It's just the thoughts that overcome my imagination
One within my soul as a rose bud forsaken
I often told you I wished to die at age 25
Because anything after would be disappointing in life
No hope for the future would often be my confession
However it would conflict with our hearts message
How can I dream of my demise every night
And speak of the names we will label our kids with time
One simply can't live in close proximity to the other
The center can't be inside a box tethered
It takes supplies, plans, and prayer to weather this storm
Wether we like it or not change comes in all forms
With it came shallow lies and deception
Our branches began to grow in different directions
Scraping a different sky, embracing different horizons
Shaping different lives, and creating different climates
We came to know nothing of each other, just small talk
Knowing our past fears, but lost all current dreams in the fall
Through an atmosphere containing shattered glass
Which left veins protruding from our mass
Little pieces of ourselves flying every which way
Leads others to believe we're a source of decay
A rotting corpse that was naive enough to love
Now transforms the landscape into pools of blood
Visions of Cleopatra living beside me shattered
Meanwhile she left a harsh token in the form of Jackals
I'm always labeled by her and she's labeled by me
We can't be seen without others causing a scene
"Where is... So and so... ?"
Oh you know, out there doing... Whatever, you know?
In our minds we know better, but our hearts cling to each other
Even if someone is better, there really is no better
A Prince Charming with self esteem issues
And a Princess with a penchant for tissues
Seem to be the only pieces that fit the other
In a grande puzzle scaled to human culture
Where the puppet master knows the form and order
And the grand masters play each piece with a motive
They chose to place these two pieces to scale together
No mistakes, what's meant to be, will happen.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
The is a love letter to my friend
At one point was my very best friend
Actually, maybe was my only friend
Either way let me start with my pen...
The look in your eyes when I would pass on by
Always seemed to coincide with how you felt inside
And as time went on and we have grown
The looks changed from fiery to cool as ice
Which is cool I know how changes come and go
And sometimes we need additional spice in life
But it wasn't cool when I noticed your eyes
Capturing a picture of another and the glimmer that shined
Not that it meant that we were a wreck, just a simple mess
Something that could cleaned up with Kleenex and windex
Yet I digress, I just want to get undressed
And lay naked in front of you without having stress
But it seems my naked body has lost your cause
Whenever you see it, it seems to make you pause
It's not that I'm forcing you into ****** actions
I'm just wondering, the sparks that flew, what happened?
Was it a meltdown from a chemical reaction?
Or was my inaction enough to make you want to laugh
At my sad clown, bad clown, I'm a fool act
Spread apart and maybe the closer we'll grow
Or the unique directions mean a unique place to explore
Either way, it's just how it goes
I feel you in my heart, I trust you with my soul
If you leave me, I understand the show
The jokes on me, yeah I already know
What's up my brother?
Word, to my spiritual partner
We promised to always come to each other
Growing up it was us and no one other
Lately though, it seems that we've been growing apart
Life took you down south and I've stayed in a rut
But whenever we've seen each other it's been on
Talking, playing games, just plain having fun
Later on though people stepped to me with complaints
Seems you lied on me and drove the bus over my face
It's cool, just wish you would've come to me first
So I could explain situations before a new one burst
On to the scene you always come through
Acting like everything is right and brand new
And you were right because you lost me
Not as a brother, but more as cavalry
You'll have to rely on yourself and them for back up now
Our undying space is kinda of lost in the town
Like a piece of paper promoting The Lord and Savior
Changing hue and losing former meaning, sacred
Either way, it's just how it goes
I feel you in my heart, but I can't trust you anymore
You left me, and I understand the show
The jokes on me, yeah I already know
For my parents, ever the growing wiser
Except for times when you can't see past your own visor
When I was a child I would see y'all and light up
Lately when I catch a view, I just want to light up
But you know your baby boy doesn't do drugs
Yet you'll accuse me of several things that I'm not
Say that I'm an addict of other vices and need care
I'd rather not have you nagging me while rolling my wheel chair
Truthfully, if this is what the scenario would entail
I'd gladly roll on by and throw myself down the stairs
Just so I don't have to be miserable with you
Misery needs company and I'm walking out of view
Out of sight is out of mind, that's the way of you two
A black and white world can't coexist for you
I still have dreams and am a child of ambition
All you say to me is things like, "this world isn't good to raise kids in!"
Constant with the negativity
We can't even speak without a referee
Too confused with impossible movement
When y'all told me to move out I told y'all to move it!
The true impossible dream is to ever come together and be serene
It's as likely as the Generals beating the Harlem team
No matter the mental illness or disease y'all claim of me
A poets love and life is my way of harvest and feed
Either way, it's just how it goes
I feel you in my heart, but I can't tell you about my soul
I left you both, because I understand the show
The jokes on y'all now, and maybe one day you'll know
Everyday there's a joke
A time to cry and a time to have hope
Laugh out loud, whether you're rich or broke
Laugh out loud and let everyone know
Everyday there's a joke
A time to cry and a time to have hope
Laugh out loud, whether you're rich or broke
Laugh out loud and let everyone know
The is a love letter to my friend
At one point was my very best friend
Actually, maybe was my only friend
Either way let me end it how it began...
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Is it the physical attraction
Which lures you into
Her love, or her trap
The lust wrapped in
A shrouding shade
Of displaced love
Not meant for her
But given not knowing
How true she is
To him and his whims
For she's innocent
And he is adolescent
Foolish... Child.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
You say to cherish the moments we have together
Even when they are clearly imagination
A portrait of what we should be
But not of what we are
We are a love crushed and thrown into the wind
To be spread apart and around with water and sand
You say that I should be happy to be spending another night next to you
My first inclination is to agree; however, why should I?
A temporary sleep is nothing to the daily shifts of work called life
Sleeping next to a beauty means nothing to me
If she flees from the nest once dawn arrives
A pretend game, show and tell, truth or dare
These are the premises of our current affair
You told me you loved me back more than three years ago
That was the day that gave birth to my definition of love
Which, since then, had been the 5'3", hard headed, easily frightened, highly motivated, shapely bodied, truthful and faithful (mostly), never lazy, mostly hastily, moving rapidly, lovely catastrophe, and black beauty, which you have always embodied
This is still my definition, but now I'm wondering if the thesaurus has any synonyms to offer me
As much as it's it's hard for me to turn a page ending the word play that has influenced my life since I was sixteen
As a twenty year old man, I must say, it's hard to keep a steady hand off the page
Moreover, Investigations into your movements are made by me daily
Yet never to avail, these fruits are not stationed for the picking
Even if they were, they would be a sturdy shell for a rotten core
For that is where the heart collapses
Your heart, and it's love for me
Not without reason, and not completely forgotten, as you ask me if I'd like some pizza
However the delivery man, never delivered anything to me that I couldn't have obtained by myself
Way back when I looked to you to deliver me from myself
Knowing that is a fools desire and an even bigger fools conquest
We are lost in usefulness but high in meaning like Latin
Maybe some great magician will appear and grant us a perfect match and happy separation
But I doubt it, just as I doubt the curled lips of your smile, as you ask me about my day.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
It's a quarter till Midnight
And the darkness whistles in my ears
Bristles are split by the weary spears
From the hands of pall bearers
Lifting hundreds from one abyss to the other
For life is circular in natural stone boulders
Scriptures are faded by dust and wind
Left as hieroglyphs by the ancients
Whom wished to give knowledge to the world
Knowledge of architecture, agriculture, and spirits
The curves of Mother Earth and the voice of Father God
Although the closest to God is a mother
Who gives life, a super natural ability, and honor
It's eleven till Midnight and light floods my room
For just on the other side of a few inch thick door
Lies a man with a gun, a 40, and an attitude
Engaging the neighbors beneath and beside him
Laughing from the turmoil of the day
While shifting his eyes to hide tears
As his son is in the hospital but his sons mother despises him
For he had no time, therefore no interest
In the seed he had planted in a one time plastic *** from Home Depot
It's eight minutes till midnight and I miss the moon
I'm too fearful to leave my door
As I watch videos of idiotic and moronic
People's who want to change the world
With no plan, only a vision, of milk and honey flowing
Work is a theory and talking matter
It is an excuse to imbibe coffee and consume pastries
For ideas are more interesting than actions
For those who use actions are mere talking points for gossip
It's four minutes until midnight and my life isn't mine
It hasn't been mine for years
Since my inception I was fed lies, just like you
The newest lie is I should be happy
The second newest lie is I should be sad
The third newest lie is that my brother will get better
Because how can one become better...
If born from an incident
As a result of negative consequence
It's two minutes till Midnight and I know he never had a chance
I would give up my life for his
But it would change nothing for our parents would still cry
For my actions have been misleading
And he has been stripped of what was rightfully his
A chance to live his own life
It's midnight and my thoughts devour my soul
In the form of shadows dancing along the walls of my bedroom
I wish I was a dream weaver
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
A man walks home from his job
Part-time at two different places
To feed his child and give shelter
With his child's mother in place
This man would live life daily as
Best as he could like any other
Marijuana smoke helps dull pain
And heartache from another
Job and opportunity lost, cause
Of simple mistakes avoidable
Had he been more responsible
As the day draws to a close
Celebrations begin for a year
A year of renewal and promises
To improve, to provide, to guide
In his eyes he sees the fiery day
Give in to an unforgiving night
Fearful of taking an innocent life or
Having his life taken in an instant
He put faith in a train to plot
A direct course for the party
Returning home in the morning
To his little daughter and lover
Perhaps too much fun was had
A little much drink in plastic cup
Fights broke out in the live night
Of which friends of him were apart
Involving him in old hood beef
Fists met flesh but not bullet
For skin hadn't been torn by metal
Leaving human crimson along
The roadside beltway or floor
This was a rivalry among men
Whom lived without abandon
And strived for a daily dime
Men of the law would intervene
As is requisite of such actions
But reactions are destructive
Conducive to leaving lines
And plenty body bag designs
All aligned with ***** tiles
The tile that his stomach lies
As the kneecaps dig into him
Of a grown man with a life, wife,
And child in the womb of her
Similar to the man beneath him
But he reaches towards his belt
As his brother struggles below
Black like the early morning
Consuming the two of them
The fruits are veiled in this station
Fruits of deep seeded hate and
Inaction in the face of atrocities:
Glaring and gazing steadily
The shot rang out...
One. Light. Shines.
As. The. Bullet. Flies.
And. Burns. Flesh.
YOU SHOT ME!
... Echoes in the distance
Internal organs are dying
Breathes are more labored
His daughter and lover
Would find 7 hours later
That they would be left
In the distance that took him
An imperfect man slain
In an imperfect world.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
The seductress on my mind
Lives in full on expression
Laced in the free confines
And platitudes of direction
The sequential confessions
A private march of signs
Lead aggressive regression
A spinal tap of times
Timid forms of prose
Do not impose, much
In the way of speech
Or the ways of preach
A dandelion blossoms
Fully under direction
Of gunfire and hellfire
Made in mans *****
A milk which is colored
A dark, rusting, crimson
For this is the gift adorned
An antiquated prison
A dream once flowed upon
The rivers that line my arms
Texts of pharaohs charmed
With distant songs sung
Yet, not distant enough
Into a further realm of
Steak, salmon, wine, and
Pontification, a type sublime
Cardiac and stop and frisk arrests
Psychedelics and prophylactics
Insomniacs and chipper morn birds
Courage and numbing fear tactics
Topics are churned forward
As thoughts are yearned for
But are seldom rewarded
Without snide comments
Even if contorted to fit
Daily textbook definitions
A raindrop is precipitation
Not tears from eyes of perdition
Said a jeering member of an alley
A gatekeeper for all of Hades
A living reminder of what shape
Controls societies minions a plenty
I believe you are a queen lost in time
You are the seductress on my mind
The boom-bap of 90s street art hop
A collection of lives birthed caught
You are the desire of my epicenter
The freezing of my two lips together
A culture of desire and of fortune
A soft room with croons in tunes
I believe you are not pink matter
You are the color scheme in the sun
A serpent slithering within disaster
A tale of victory and woe as one
Tears sting the edges of my eyes
As shadows are cast upon my soul
A tree in mourning for it's seeds
As oil desecrates, dry, shallow soil
When did this become a love poem?
Atop the raft my dreams have flowed
Wordsmiths fashion sturdy homes
To heal the word and to help growth
Inside one of these I fled and bled
In it I found fish, water, and bread
Self-hate and despair had spread
Until it was fully excreted in death
The seductress on my mind brought:
Dandelions with smoke from gunfire
Milk which was crimson in color
Pharaohs songs of golden charm
A conversation in full, and open arms
Arms that held my dreams with calm
Constructs of love and poetic meals
Heal the surface of darkness scorn
Feeding the soul of it's sullen needs
A return to an innocence unborn
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC