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I am one of God's Evolving Creatures, and my work mirrors my Evolution as a poet/writer. I write all sorts of poetry, long poems, short ones, and the occasional haiku, but I tend to be more long winded than not. Hip-Hop, Spoken Word, Neo-Soul, R&B;, Jazz, and Culture Music are a few of my inspirations, and I also have written two songs. My true passion has always been for poetry, therefore, the works I have posted here represent the fruition of my imaginative mind. Please enjoy, and follow me on Twitter @NobleFyusion
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It's funny how consecutive letters can bring about inspiration
(I've learned to balance my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation)
its been a minute since I've had my feelings in it
(this **** is never-ending so there is no end to begin it)
I got time in my pocket and there is no better place to spend it
than here on this mic...
don't ask me how I am doing
because I am not fine
so I continue to work through my pain as I cry through my rhymes
and I hate it and love it at the same time
****** me off, yet excites me so
its chocolate covered honey baked ham
served with raw egg yolks
a perfect-disconcerted measure of pleasure and pain
but I can't have the sweet without the salt
cuz it wouldn't taste the same
and the bitter-after taste of its reminder would not be there to sustain
the hard earned lessons that are now burned into the brain
casting these sad images of this life like a video on repeat
and I can't run from my reality no matter how fast I move my feet in retreat
So I use my spoken words to inhale its life into my lungs
I open my heart and tune my ear to the song that is being sung
inside me (God-- can you hear it?!)
This birthing of my desire so rare; so hot that its cooling to the touch
I love how I am powerless to it-- my appetite insatiable and can never get enough
This thing is a love affair....
I don't think I ever loved something so hard that was so physically intangible
but living without Word is most assuredly unmanageable
wanting to abandon it all to be with it is a thought purely fanciful
but its better than living here in this world without feeling -- with out its Love
Word to me you're so healing-- gives me that feeling that keeps me reeling like no one on earth ever has
Lost in my pages left to secure and blanket me
I am comforted by your presence
but the correct combination of itself can be found
unlike the lips of the utterer...
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 7:59 AM UTC
I closed my eyes...
And then his warm hands were felt around my face
He kissed me passionately...
And that made me want to be kept by him.
In this non-existing place-
Where there is no time
I wanted to keep that feelin'
But I never knew we were dreamin...
How did he know where I was?
How'd he know where I lived in my slumber?
I don't know, but I hope he comes… every time…
…Every time I close my eyes
His lips are soft.
His kisses are as light as the flittering butterflies in my belly
My flowers are budding; my lips are swelling
My core contracts
As the rest of my body reacts
At the thought of him filling my void from the back…
Givin’ that *** a smack...
But he still makes passionate love to my body
While he fondles and ***** my mind
He's readin between my lines
His ***** is ink for my pen
I got the juice but he's the gin
His wrath and gentleness is a Holy awakenin'
May my every cell say 'Amen'
Like a kid on the carousel:
Daddy, do it again... (please)…
He makes my water fall
From my ******* ceiling
Down my sugar walls
He takes a taste
He say there's none to waste...
Then he returns to place his beautiful kisses upon my face
Moves knees outta the way
So he can put our puzzle pieces in place
My cheeks twitch and vibrate at the quake of the way we Love Make
Till I clench and he wince till his legs shake...
I love him till he’s weak...
Till he whispers to me: “Open your eyes…”
His presence has caused my wetness
To travel to the inside of these thighs
Now I want to deny
That I am drowning...
In myself....
For I have awakened
Only to find that I’d been dreamin'....
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
I lie in bed awake at night
Unable to fully rest
Images of good or bad pushing thru
As my heart quickens in my chest
I cannot say that I awaken to an alarm
For I was never truly asleep
Why's it so hard to control one's thoughts?
My inner Utopia I'd like to keep
I refuse to turn my back
These thoughts will not be pushed to my mind's ledge
For every stimuli existing within my realm
Is produced from the crown resting upon my head
Left only to pursue my dreams
That flit behind the lids of my eyes
Knowing one day I will find the way and the means to fly high in the sky
My lyrical pursuit will not be subdued
As I seek the haven of sleep I have not reached yet
Lines and lyric fuse within my spirit
Which is why I remain restless
The brief doze that my mind has chose
Between the scenes of prose my mind projects
Leaves me to be soar free within the walls of my dreams
Causing me to awaken breathless.
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 6:10 AM UTC
(Friday, December 4, 2009)
The fourth of December
(can't run from what I remember)
My dad called home—
No, my heavenly Father called my dad on the telephone
Ring ring—ring ring--
and he answered, he picked up that phone
He knew who was calling, and he went right on home
Left us alone, on earth in this hell
But the memory of the only father I knew
Causes tears in my eyes to well
Yea, I know that where he is is even better
Than the storms we who are left here are left here to weather
However, I remain with my face towards my angels in the sky
Because I am hardened, and I am lonely, but I have no more tears to cry.
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
Ignoring the things that cause heartache
The busying of one's hands to produce something--
ANYTHING to leave a mark on this world
to be recalled and applauded
But am frequently assaulted
by the thought of you
Waking up in mid REM
Push you out- you walk back in
No Lover-- No Friend
Awake to pray
'Amen' we say
To close one's eyes
Ignoring tears cried
Fall asleep, but not too deep
Enough to be trapped between who you were
And who you are
Awake and unbothered, I am
But sleeping tight all night is unreasonable
For everytime I close my eye
I am assualted by your image
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC
when will I breathe
again?
when will I inhale your scent
lie in your arms
make love to your words
with each action verb
be submerged in your verse
for better or worse
from day till night
and A to Z
when
will
I
breathe...
again?
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 4:44 AM UTC
Help that woman, Lord
You know I tried to
I offered her what I had
My love, sentiment, concern and empathy
But apparently-
I am still all kinds of *******
She brought a friend, unannounced
Which was cool wit me
I just want everybody to have a happy and care free time
But no one can explain the insane's mind
And you brought more food
I didn't want you to, but that's how you do
She wouldn't even consider that to be rude
So we dine and sip and you make nice
But you're really in a frenzy-
A frenzied state of mind
I dare say it was too much wine
But your aggressive nature is impossible to dissuade once you're there anyway
So
I just let you be...You
I did what I did from my heart most kindly
I just keep trying to lock this family together
A strong tightly braided weave of a family tree
It seems like the only one who cares is me
But others too, just like she
Think it must be fun to be who I be
But really, its a lot of ******** too
Really it is
But nobody can see it
They see only what they need from me
Not what I have been trying to do and be all along
But hey- that's family reciprocity at its finest...
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 4:33 AM UTC
I don't know why I'm feelin' the way I'm feelin'
Could be 'cuz of all the bullish with what I'm dealin'
I need healin'
And the promise of a new beginin'...
I'm in need of much
Yet still, I have much to give
Even without the promise to 'life give'
...Maybe I can't even have kids...
I hurt and I love
I give and I receive
I devote what I have
But there are things that I need....
I'm sure and uncertain
Confident yet nervous
I seek my passion
But don't know my purpose...
I feel worthless
But worthy all at the same time
Wonderin' what the **** is going on
Can't explain the crazy ramblings in my mind...
I want to tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
So I dream these crazy things
And to the world I grow cold...
its all ******** really...
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 4:30 AM UTC
Unconsciously or uncaringly discarding her cares like waste
Unable to admit it; but always responding with reasons not to
Always flipping but she's tired of spinning,
Waiting, staring at the time capsule trapped within a reflection
Time spilled upon the table and upon the floor into haphazard directions
Always second choice, second best or second rate
Viewed as wanting too much—she’s unable to be seasoned to his desired taste
Every struggle is a test? Or tested to see how long the struggle will persist?
But then new, more prominent entries are placed onto his list
Items like her shift down like the cells in Excel
Didn’t know breath was being held, so now there is the waiting to exhale
Thinking of her growth, thinking she will prevail
But in actuality, the plan in totality has failed
The car has derailed
Only reasons to distract
Ready to create and manipulate whenever the train is ready to switch tracks
So she will turn around and return to the top
Whether it is unconscious or uncaring, she knows it has got to stop
Be ready to address it with only the right reasons to
Stop the spinning and the flipping,
Because the mirror’s reflection is just You
Make good on the things you once planned to do
So that the many concerns will be reduced to a few
Know the character changes are for real-- not a sample
Show her that you're here, you hear, and who she is to you is ample
She’s tired of collecting dust like an old nick-knack on a mantle
Accept her as she is because the rejection leaves her trampled
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
They put us in glass boxes
And empty rooms with glass ceilings
We conform to make our ends, and we learn to muffle our feelings
Their inventions age into Standards, and they sell us their finest wine for a fee
No prison for this Queen
'Cause I like my ******* free...
They applaud our independance at first
Then tell us we are now too proud
Our voices once unheard are now suddenly too loud
Make sure you please the people
No heels too high, and no skirt above the knee
I wear no bra to imprison my womanhood
'Cause I like my ******* free...
Jiggle jiggle with hard ******* let them bounce naturally
I am every bit of my roots- I'm ***** happily
I'm not ashamed of their smallness
Despite their size, they stand as firm and tall as mountain peaks
They're embarassed or jealous of my freedom
'Cause I like my ******* free...
Big or small, short or tall, even if one is size 'A' and the other 'B'
They are our imperfect perfections
They belong to you, they belong to me
Our country has learned to dictate through mandate
While they ********** themselves to higher power
I'm not ashamed of my nakedness and I look in the mirror after my shower
So if you think I need a bra
Then I will tell you you need to be imprisoned
My mind is mine, as is my body and they will never take my vision
They try to smother what they don't understand
I'm just evolving into the best Me
I know who and what I am...
...And I just happen to like my ******* to be free.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC