Where am i going? The prophet slash poet,
I'm leaving my past, but I live in the moment
and don't I know it, I used to be such a *******.
Now I work hard and take classes that I know I must pass,
God, and how I must have, seen the better in me,
vividly in a dream seen a real epiphany,
A brand new me, I'm a better man now, maybe
I can't tell but I've been through the fires in hell,
Won't tuck my tail in, won't fail and
I swear I'll tell my tale and
when the world comes crashing down on me, I just inhale in.
**Proper and obscene
A scholar with a scheme,
No baller and no green.
just a dollar and dream. that's it.

Your smile inspires me
To write

I have already spoken about hearts
and their inability to affect other peoples hearts
I'll never go there again

But your smile
makes me smile

You've got dimples designed for sailing
kiss me
and we'll make a ship
big enough to break the bay

Brave enough the beach our bellies
to kiss new land

Smile so big you chew the tip of your tongue again
I want to make you laugh so hard
and so often
you have crows feet by the time you're 30

You are an ocean-throat whisper
of salty air
and sand that sticks to the bottom of my feet like a memory
the way my feet always remember how to land
to cushion the blow

Inside your smile are lists
lessons on living
that you might one day tell me
it's hard to talk when you catch wind like you do

I want to kiss the words out
taste your language

Run my thumb along the bottom crescent
curved first finger under your chin

Your smile is a language
anyone can learn
I can read your lips

At least I think I can read your lips

They always say kiss me

say

There is a secret hidden between these teeth
Tucked under this tongue
Buried in the back of this throat

Coax it out
I dare you

Secrets are prone to laughter
find safety in the crevices
of dimples designed for sailing

Tell me what it is

Your smile inspires me
To write
To kiss you
To mirror back your language
With my
Broken toothed
and ***** dimpled
secret

Your smile
I want to kiss it