…Until Next Time…

-Jimmy Desire



No matter how long I hold you

Things will never change

You aren’t a possession

But someone I’d like to call mine…



The hands of time have taught me a lesson

It’s not meant to be

But I continue to write because

You’re a constant dream

What kills me the most is that it isn’t reality

Dream turned nightmare

Still,

You haunt me

I welcome you with open arms

Cuz’ it’s where I’d rather be…



In Your Arms,

There’s no doubt

Silent,

But the sounds of our heartbeat

I look down,

Elegance in brown eyes

Lightly toned skin

And a comforting smile that satisfies me from within

The wind blows

And she clenches onto me

As if not to be swept away

She knows I’ll never let go

Her hands speak

Tricking her fingers around my back,

It whispers,

“Closer”

To ease her mind,

I hold her tighter and respond,

“I’m right here, I’ll always be here”

Under an umbrella

We stand

As the storm rages on around us

Pellets of raindrops fall with increased force

But can never pierce the fortress we created

Let the record show,

She’s irreplaceable



Finally,

Eyes stumble until they meet

The message is mutual,

“Until next time”

Unwillingly,

Simultaneously,

We break the chain that binds us

And drift back into reality…



Reality…



“Until Next Time”



Copyright © 2010 Desire Enterprises

Love’s Advocate Speaks Life

-Jimmy Desire



All the gold in the world

Doesn’t compare to you love…



Both are treasures

In which case,

Makes them hard to find

They corrupt the mind

Causing their victims to want more and more

Pirates,

Scour the world

Inheriting deception and creed

For the things they claim they need

Companions become enemies

As this intoxication spreads,

They lose sight of the important

They saying is,

“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure”

So they find what one has lost

Reclaim them as their own

Then obliviously loses apart of themselves



The hunger that starves your heart

Is against human nature

Feeding it

Maybe the greatest satisfaction

Yet the little things in life

Can bring you just as much pleasure

So cherish them

Because they’re just as important

Reach…

-Jimmy Desire



In the silence of the night

He lies upon his bed

Unwary from the time that passes

He thinks of you

Staring at the ceiling

He remembers an old saying,

“The Sky Is the Limit”

Anything is obtainable,

If you just reach for it

As he submerged himself within his sheets

He forgets these words

And the meanings they preach

Because he doesn’t have you

Now lost and blinded by sadness

He yearns for you,

Morns for you because

He’s felt like he’s lost what he’s never had

And yet he can’t be mad

Because the world has taught him to love and cherish

Anything that he would ever have

Grateful,

For the lessons he’s learned

He does the one thing he knows best in return

To appreciate everything good in his life

And remember that although things may not always go his way

That there will always be another day, another opportunity

To do better, to be better, and to have better

Life is unpredictable,

Be ready…

Hidden Weapon
By: James Desire

See me walking on the vacant street
What’s your first thought?
Black kid up to no good
See me- surrounded by others, my brothers
What is your second thought?
Black kid in some gang
Must be tattooed and tough
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
See the clothes I am wearing
Big baggy pants, dark Du-Rag and Ripped shirt
What is your final thought?
Poor old ****** living in a ghetto
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
Now Listen,
You see me jetting through the silent streets
What would you assume then?
Arrest!
Call the cops
Must have been a ******, a robbery,
Another black boy crime
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
I am just a black boy trying to survive
Trying to enjoy-just to stay alive
On the street
People judging me cause
The blackness of my skin
The types of clothes I’m in
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon  
Unsuspecting black child taunted, haunted…
Fearing that one word-*****
Should I be blamed for crimes committed in the past?
Choice-less decisions made
Pressure reaches ******
Everything seems lost
At the end
I feel blamed
Nevertheless, I blame you
Whites
Rejecting
Hurting
Me- hopeful
Pride-earned-not given
Defending
Defending my dignity
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon  
Should I be judged/blamed for past generations?
Then, blame me for…
The jazz of Louis Armstrong
The voice of Billie Holiday
The poetry of Langston Hughes
The photography of Gordon Parks
The character of Martin Luther King Jr.
The power of Coretta Scott King
The dignity of Fredrick Douglas
Finally, the individuality of James Desire
You seek evil in blacks
The past has also proven a positive…
A positive outcome
That helped the development…
OF OUR WORLD!

A Turn For The Worst
-Jimmy Desire

I got a disease
And need a remedy to feed it
Thought that the twilight
So bright
Could grant the one wish I needed
But What I Need is so hard to get,
So out of reach
I just can’t forget
The happiness, turmoil and all the in-between
Some day when I find out what this all means
I’ll take a look back and remember…
That my naive mind
Blinded by love
Could not conceive
That maybe,
Just maybe
I was not what you needed
Hm...
I wonder if you think I was conceded.
For I continued to cling to life
When clearly I was defeated
Torn
Was my heart from this lonely vessel
Fatigued
From the rhythm of its own beat
It lay dormant,
Asleep
Waiting for the day that it may meet
Another
And who knows…
Maybe other plus other
Could equal mutual love
And like the dove
Their love would soar
Giving hope to the hopeless
Those who had ignored it before
A chance to realize that their heart isn’t worthless
It just may be searching for more
In another.

Lessons Learned
-Jimmy Desire

Isolated,
Restricted within the confines of my own mind
Like a puzzle,
But the pieces aren’t compatible
See what you’ve done to me
Your actions don’t add up
My selfishness stunts me
It doesn’t allow me to understand what you want
I want to understand though
I do care,
I want you happy
I’d just rather you happy with me
All the time spent thinking about you,
Probably could’ve done more…

The mouse scurries in the light
But explores the darkness,
That becomes a shade of mystery
Light’s radiance exposes it
And makes it a possibility
See…
What the mouse doesn’t know is that
The two are one in the same
Mystery compels us to discover
But who knows what we’ll find
That’s our possibility
Possibility knows no limit
We wonder,
Estimate,
Infer,
Yet we can never be certain of
A Mystery,
Until we are willing enough to explore…

Truth of the matter is,
I'm sick and tired of not knowing where I'm going,
So I'm guessing its bout time I find out...
Well then, how bout you?..

Smile…
-Jimmy Desire

A smile,
A genuine smile
Emits the warmth
Of sunshine
Rays of expression
Absorbed by people
Deprived of happiness,
Depressed
The warmth is contagious
See with one comes another
The dim flicker gradually evolves
Finally,
Having absorbed enough
It shines
Blooms...
Into something called Human Nature
We may forget at times
Even something as simple as a smile
Can be the motivation
To tackle another challenge,
To push forward
To Live Life...

It's a reoccurring cycle,
Let's Light Up The World