derickgibbs
Passionate. Explicit. An artist, and a quadriplegic when life won't let up enough to let me emcee. Dedicated to your heart and your heartbreak, I go in. And about love, but name names in imperceptible ink, and everybody loves a love song. Real-life at a minimum is beautifully tragic, and even more so in ink, superimposed over the heart of a poem. I BEAST! It's good to be read by you... / / http://www.derickgibbspoetry.com/ / http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/dgibbs2012 / https://www.facebook.com/sooPOetical
**I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
I was afraid I had forgotten how you take your love
or how to forget the ghost with no eyes
I've never actually seen
and that he may have taken your love for a spin
new glow;
checking your hair and makeup every other minute
in MY mirror though
that walk, and new vicky secrets sets
that hold you like they've been built with your curves in mind
I panicked
I couldn't remember the pass code to your belly laughs
to your fingertips, to your deepest confidences
to your sweetest dreams... to your water well
I couldn't remember
you told me it was his birth year
spitefully, in a heated beef
I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
I was afraid I had forgotten you take your love
the only way your heart knows how;
black, no sugar
I'm anxious
Nobody supposed to be here... you said
I keep waiting for the other heel to drop
I beast with word gods, I'm a monster
but your cat's got my tongue?
Imagine that
I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
I couldn't remember the pass code
to the pride I tried to live above
I forgot that I selectively forget
self-destructive notes to self
****** up people **** up people, no lie"
No matter who.
You can't believe their mistrustful mouths
And just when you decide to accidentally forget
they remind you that they can't help it
You are who you are... you are who you love
I take mine with caramel and whipped cream by the way
You never asked
I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
And I need to be
way too cautious on this brokedown joyride**
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
**All Hours of the Night
there's a war going on inside us all
don't get up...
I brought a storm chaser to deter the turbulence
I know the effect of a lightning strike
that's my love smeared everywhere
If I could channel the glow that powers the well
where beautiful grows in the eyes of of a girl
who believes in a boy
that digs her mind more than her behind
til it's pipe time...
between me and the walls
I need a big score
I could double down on the underdog
everyone leans on the longshot
false hope
false God
I bet on love... I always bet on love
there are no shortcuts
you believe in ya boy like smart is ****
I wanna stand
with more than my mishaps in my hand...
an educated man
before your open book
and scale the pages in braille
with my big imagination
what does it say in there
about mind ****** before marriage
I'm not settling on secondhand joy
If I could just channel the glow...
and if I could recall the way to its light source;
love is the one thing
no other divine thing persists without
All Hours of the Night
there's a war going on inside us all
don't mind me...
I sleepwalk around in my sin
every mortal moment and again
that rust colored stain on the corner
is what's left of my lust;
can't be rinsed away
a trick I should have never entertained
any ****** could tell
it's always love
streaming live in hi-def through your brown eyes
if I could direct the energy
that mains the intensity
it takes to unbreak a guiltless heart
the bass would pulsate like saintly drums;
biblical horn sections
don't get up...
His Majesty will find you
between me you and the walls
I need a big score
more than pipe time most mid-mornings
I could have gone against the odds
if the purse were the purpose
I'm not a gambling man
I'm not afraid of being the favorite
or favoring one thing
love is the one thing
no other divine thing persists without
you are my one thing
All Hours of the Night
our glow powers the well
where beautiful grows in the eyes of a boy
who believes in a girl
more conscious of his brilliance than his abilities
I believe in us. Smart is ****
this book is about you
all verses in cursive and indelible ink
the master key
the last and only link to the hilltop
I bet on love... I always bet on love
your lifeline is the way to its light source
no shortcuts
my world in the palm of your hand
your touch alone
is why I know the effect of a lightning strike...
there's a war going on inside us all
less settling than white noise by now
I've learned to ignore the static**
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
**saturated in the unmistakable mystique
of big city lights
where high-rises complete their climb
inches from a hallowed temple
i've balanced the night sky on my shoulders
like thighs
and the air up there abstracted my breath
somewhere between culmination
and consciousness
the levees broke..
the back wheels
of my unbound innocence came undone
and now everything heated seems to suggest
we explore each other more
when the fire escape
is in essence
a spiral stairway to your g spot
you make me nervous
maybe i'm just high strung
either way
reckless and unprotected
we'd read like an ****** couplet
indulging in simple addition
66 and three
until your *** found an urban wind to grind
bold and ********
100 and 1/4 stories above this concrete jungle
where i've caught comets on my tongue
that sizzled like pop rocks
and lust diminishes the fear of heights
to an afterthought
if that..**
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
**All Hours of the Night
you get it by now...
I'm no ordinary dude
I'm the Guardian
I vouched for you
and if I don't make you accountable for this mess;
you were quick to stick the puppies face in it
because she's gotta learn right "you know how ******* get"
a moment of weakness you've called it
crawling back now on the same bended knee
you take to to pray about it...
on the same bended knee you take to to take him
and you kiss your kids with that mouth
how irresponsible it would be of me
to not post your offenses
tough love
or tough talk
which one are you
I'ma go with my gut
because you said to... I'm paraphrasing
"always take a ***** at her word"
we set better examples here
so I'ma put your nose in the wet spot
and as for your performance;
I gotta give it up
kudos
standing o
but I can't wait around for the encore
and I can't wait to write your review
and now when it's aching
and everything smells like me
clenching won't do;
fistfuls of your bed spreads
feel like your back is breaking
but no more O's for you
miss it
All Hours of the Night
you're supposed to
do you miss him like that too
oscar - nominee
my crown is your crown now
that's how we felt we were supposed to get down
for the rest of
however long the rest of
turns out to be
there's never been a language ever spoken
or scripture ever inked on how we move
because it's a given here
where we quietly defend the dynasty
inside these gates
outside ourselves
and between me and the walls
haven't you been nervous for no good reason
haven't you missed the butterflies
because you still can't wait to see me
we came in undersized
but your crown was my crown now
because you know good and well
that's my breath
when a breeze leaves just a tease of warm air
under there
and because you love butterflies
wasn't *** better than ***
fascinating **** huh… me
like you didn't know before now
and now that yearn
can't be made well by any earthborn figure
outside these gates
or inside you
and only between me and the walls
there's been no language assigned
we still can't pronounce it
but it's called love no matter your accent
or if you speak in tongue
fight it
All Hours of the Night
it's tiring
and you're weak
I give it a week
before you come crawling back
on the same bended knee
you take to pray about it
and to take him
you kiss your kids with that mouth
I am no ordinary dude
I'm the Guardian
I vouched for you
codefendants
love is war
I thought you understood our plight
I have to make you accountable for this mess;
you gotta learn "you know how ******* get."
how irresponsible it would be of me
to not post your offenses
tough love
or tough talk
which one are you
it's okay to miss me
you're supposed to
do you miss him like that too...**
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad
I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the nile
I am a beautiful woman
I gazed on the forest and burned
out the sahara desert
with a packet of goat's meat
and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can't catch me
For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother's day
My strength flows ever on
My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving name
All praises All praises
I am the one who would save
I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents
I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission
I mean...I...can fly
like a bird in the sky...
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
**dear heart...
death is not necessarily a fact of love
but if you trace most drama back to the root...
and where there's a fortune to be had
there will be conmen and back stabbers
out to body your joy
no one ever thinks to break each other off evenly
so if you trace most drama back to the root...
you'll find discolored seeds of greed
that have forgotten to grow
fighting for the most sunshine
but everyone can't have the most
and no one will stop trying
this is usually where you'll find yourself
trying to find yourself
adultery is not necessarily a fact of love
but if you trace most drama back to the root...
study the stem
hasn't it been neglected
a single rose doesn't feel like winning
two was always better than one
but someone will always have one more
a thinking man would follow his heart
and not shy away from the concept of one love
citing public perception
but at the end of the day
you're still whipped
and playas still get lonely
i try to break mine off a piece of everything i feel
and evenly
usually, your flower...
all it needed was any indication
that there was joy in the teardrops
you could have used to saturate the soil
to offset that ugly brown
brittle now
because real love withers away
without the magic in your fingertips
you never wanted it
if you won't keep up your garden
I'm embarrassed
and here comes the pain...
we took one through and through
I've been shot
if 911 can't be dispatched to this block
you're all we got
like it or not
and your beat is still an exclusive
but loves still not as elusive
as a world premiere
I took advantage
when we burn
there's lyrics
simple as that
and love is forgiving because
this is not the first time that I fell
and needed to be caught
two left feet
always looking to land
in the softest spot
dear heart...
artificial affection is good for decoration
but love is not furniture
real love withers away without the kind of sunshine
that energizes your spirit
I did that...
I treated our love buds like fake plant leaves when
there was more than enough joy in the teardrops
you could have used to saturate the soil
I'm a (hu)MAN
I cry too
I have a good heart
I trust you with my life
I should listen harder
I feel the burn
if I keep my eyes closed we spin less
I won't slip away
I don't sleep anyhow
and I've been hit before
but never this close to my lifeline
LOVE
just keeps coming
and her aim is improving
you're all we got
like it or not
we took one through and through
someone called about the shots
someone always does;
911 dispatched stat to a hood love crime scene
we must be something worth saving
but I only just now feel the yearning
more than embarrassed
that I forgot about the fire**
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
**there's nothing personable about wintry skies above the boston harbor
it gets ugly along the ridgepole of rhode island and providence plantations
this time of year
i ink off the dome
along the varicose veins of these violent streets
we smash more
because life indoors
is the gateway to new manners
or points of psychosis
if your boo doesn't get you
enough to get along
it storms snow where we bump
some think it's fine
or that it's by design lakes freeze over here
and mold mirrors made with angels in mind
but it's a terrific tragedy
the death of colors, inhibitions and innocence
choked away from the branches certain seasons undress
the way no one knows enough to mourn
but mother nature's a chameleon
and new england is the skin that won't keep
it's the backend of the wannabe springtime middays in may
when shorties lose their minds again
a few hours every other day
rock cutoffs and capris
because the sun showed her shine again
but she's so premature
and we've dreamed dreams before this way
against the grain
so we get high to get by like smokeheads do
but i need something sexier to wake up to
like garden birds and backyard bird feeders
american robins and the orioles
that i imagine must use their sugar water to maintain better bongs
because it's a slow burn...
the backside of northeastern calendar months
and my consequent mood swings
are 1 of 2 things that need adjusting
but it is what it is, and too cold anyway
so smiles crack beneath the pressure
like glass poets in poetry slams**
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
**my joints are protective like laminates and coke corner lookouts
they're.. less forgiving, less tolerant
and less inclined to suppress significant emotion
so as much as it might make me no nevermind
you'll be unfairly called out
unfairly because it takes both halves of anything to fulfill a split
and i was so spent; our nonlove had used me up
cross me
and they're.. that much more callous, vindictive
and less likely to fall back and dust you off
is why every drop i co-author will vilify you
i swear on everything relevant
co-author because anyone who's been through anything
is the voice of my writs
and every someone afraid to ink it lives vicariously through rants
my joints won't not be heard
they.. won't be negotiated and can't be bought off
they know how irresponsibly you've loved
and mypoems won't hold their tongues
or your hand, i promise
you should watch your back and wonder no more
if everyone's looking at you or if you're trippin because.. they are
i told you not to **** with me
but you forced my hand
and i've written you up and posted your offenses on poetry boards;
a journal worth of she-love-not and who gives a ****
my readers get it
heartbreak.. that's universal
and everyone wishes they could articulate a dear john or jane
so i supply a public service
pro bono
this here... is the way to the mediator**
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
**i'm full off new love;
some, our shadows have compatible marrow, secret lovers love
so my reserves are thick
and thin as i am, i want for nothing
but, i know some malnourished fools
can't remember the last time they had a belly full of anything close to it
anxious to get what i got
the fat is in the fire
and i'll be just as much the supplier of your provisions
full off new love;
some, holds me so tight i swear we might become the sum of one type love
thick reserves and the full measure of love
we'll want for nothing
and i know some malnourished women
who've suffered aspiration pneumonias, dehydration
and electrolyte imbalance
because they couldn't keep the generic brand down
tissue damaged and toothless now
as if they thought lust was less acidic
we're so satiated
ours, is an hourglass set in stone
and i've flushed the seeping sand with oil and molasses;
my nearly black blood, and your sugary secretions to thicken the grains
to keep time, and so death at bay**
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
**i stood on a star
and put the (uni)verse on notice..
in love for the first time;
never prior to hearing her speak
could i've known any emotion
as forthright
or that it had a voice
a podium
and an audience
to give its whole mouth to...
taught me
how to pronounce
the same scattered thoughts
that
once upon a self-conscious moment
would dissolve
on the base of my tongue
like potent hallucinogens...
the same sentiments
i couldn't enunciate to save my life
i've become an abstract illustration
of what it is to be moved
and a slave to vacant canvases
bad ***** that she is...
beauty to my beast
and as feel good as a four letter word
her poems are as fine as the source
or a frozen red rose
in an empty wineglass
and hard to find vintage vinyl albums
my drops
are laced with the blood of wordsmiths
we're hip-hop
thick skinned
an all-black cathedral choir
a solar eclipse
big things
her poems
are the bones of what's left of me
or candy yams on sunday
or a ***** dollar bill
stuck to the bottom of my shoe
good luck like that
and her own personal soapbox
our sessions are privileged
my crystallized thoughts
are off key
all the rage...
we work unsuspecting platforms
like subway performance artists
her poems are intimate touches
in chantilly lace
or a pair of oatmeal tim's
refined
and love me, love me nots
penned in tear drop blue
we're so cultural
religious
and impartial to love
while our political joints
march with their fists raised in protest
of voter suppression
baby girl's, frances to my zeke
once upon a time in the projects
and one way or another
she's happy people
dope like cannabis
sweet like cane sugar
and as beloved
as ms. ida brown's tattered bible
#myword
dear shorty,
i want my poetry and write it too
all ink smeared roads lead back to you**
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC