How can you call me baby
when your openly shunned me
Without a little chance to say
I'm sorry and take the blame.

How can you call me at night
When you refused me in the day
For you I cried in broad daylight
On my knees I begged you to stay .

How possible is it now to be needed
When I never was because I was broke
It breaks my heart the way I was treated
For many days I became the party's joke .

How in the world can you say I matter
When I did all to seek your attention
I hear you say to me nos vemos más tarde
In tears I title this my Spanish rejection .

#IVANBROOKSPOETRY

Yesterday is standing with us today
Today too will be with us tomorrow
Today and tomorrow will all pass away
And Adios from me represents sorrow.

If yesterday and today becomes tomorrow
It then makes no sense to look for them both
They took a flight today on the perpetual arrow
Destined for the future,east beyond the south .

Left with us now is only this moment called today
It's actually the leftover of the other day left with me
Which is basically part of the past called yesterday
I hate to say but all these days to me are the same .

I can finally exhale and look far beyond tomorrow
A wise man told me that's where the future lives
All I need to do is apply to God for days to borrow
For the future is beyond distance ,time and miles .
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#IvanBrookspoetry

Indeed I was born in a s '''Hole  country
A royal citizen of Norway ,the world's best country
Whose citizens refused to come to a country
That elected an a '' hole to lead their country .

Donald Trump is right to call us s'''hole countries
Officials embezzle millions ,yet can't pay salaries
From dawn to dusk the people moan in anguish cries
Malnourished kids live with hunger disease and flies

African governments made their own homes s*holes
Look at the bad infrastructures bad roads and potholes
With all the natural resources our economies and financial woes
For the impoverished and gullible masses ,there are no hopes .

Let's not get angry at the dumb a''  President of America
But rather direct our discontents at our corrupt leaders in Africa
Who hides money in Swiss banks and vacations in Arabia
Africa,thou mayest not like this ,time to wake up from the coma !

I came directly from through the ranks
All my dues paid, my homage to life
To my God alone all my humble thanks
For bread I slice with prayer knife .

I came strictly from my very own hood
All of my dues I paid through my strife
To mama dear for prayers and our food
For all she sacrificed to save my life .

I came humbly from a very blessed home
All my dues are paid through my chores
To charity, that says take and share some
For all I learned , I am beyond my shores .

I came strongly ready to join the hustle
My dues paid with my years of readiness
To poverty, a real caveat for my struggle
For I've persevered through steadfastness .

#Vanguard-poetry

The voice inside me is never heard
And it doesn't matter how loud it is
Even though I find this very weird
I have never told a living soul about this .

The voice inside me has a frequency
That's measured in some silent decibel
No matter how acute the emergency
No one ever hears a silent bell .

The voice inside me never sleeps at night
It rings in my ears and never stops
Even in my dreams I have to deal with it
Sad that I'll never hear when the pin drops .

The voice inside of me is a vindictive *****
She doesn't care if I deserve some peace
Penetrating my soul like a surgeon's stitch
And disturbing my inner man with ease .

The voice inside of me is a perpetual arrow
It stays in motion and never slows down
Intoned mostly to my pain and sorrow
My voice is a storm that'll never be known .

The voice inside of me is a quiet storm
That will probably never ever be heard
But lives underground like an earthworm
That threads the earth's soil with its head .

The voice inside of me is my late mother's
A voice that continues to bless and inspire
A voice of wisdom I share with my brothers
A voice of a great woman to whom I aspire .
  

#IvanBrooksPoetry
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My favorite is the one by Jovan
The pervasive scent , nothing tops a musk
Why not Drakkar Noir or Ralph's Polo,Ivan ?
It's the appeal and aroma I love the most !

Musk is my favorite cologne.
That aromatic substance,the smell ,
The way it absorbs like a sponge
The mesmerizing and addictive spell .

The power and confidence when worn ,
the longevity and its staying power
That permeates the soul,deep as a ship's horn
Unique scent that lasts for hours .

The power of its undeniable presence
That lasts from dawn to dusk
Nothing compares to the fragrance
Of the distinct and classic scent of the musk.

On here I may be new
and my views few
but make no mistake
I have a point to make
And I'm here to stay
I have things to say
So show me some love
Or step aside and move .
I have found me a platform
Where I can perform .
I'll write from this podium
And use this medium
to represent and shine
As long as I have the time .