Keenan Akeem: Poems

Oct 2015 · 586

Keenan Akeem Oct 2015

Serenity and tranquility,
When I look into your eyes that is what I see.
Palm trees and a gentle breeze.
That is what I feel when you pass by me.
I feel as if I’m invincible, like Superman on a concrete street.

Oct 2015 · 579

From day one to now

Keenan Akeem Oct 2015

From day one to now

From day one I knew you were special, a gift from heaven.
Sent down to save me from myself.
Who knows what my life would be like without you.
I spend nights wondering that.
Until I looked over and seen you.
No matter how life turns out, I will never forget you.

My soul mate, my Kool-Aid.
Sweet as apple pie on a summer’s day.
Please never leave me because I need you.
I know its bad to say “need,” but I do.
To my other half I spend days dreaming on ways to make you smile.
I spent nights dreaming of you in white walking down the isle.

No matter how life turns out, I will never forget you.
For we will always be connected, in one-way or another.

I sometimes wish we can rewind back to days of never ending laughter and smiles.
Days of care free afternoons and nights starring at the moon.
Fast-forward to now, there be days where I can’t help but smile.
And there are days where I can’t stand you.
But I love you.

I guess that’s the difference from day one to now.
Love.
I understand now that everyday isn’t going to be like day one.
That everyday we aren’t going to get everything done.
That everyday we may not like each other.
But I can promise this.

I will always love you like it’s day one.

#love #poem #young #marriage #harmony

Apr 2014 · 493

Incognita

Keenan Akeem Apr 2014

Incognita

Look around and sulk in the envy of happiness.
The smiles on the faces of the people who regret.
Because we as humans are never fully satisfied.

We receive a blessing say that it’s a stressing and throw it away.
Like it never existed. Goodbye, so long to the one who cracks a smile.
Who makes me laugh, and fulfills every fantasy that I ever dreamed.
Soulfully on behalf of my interest of another woman.
It seems, like my life is torn between two.

I love you I really do, but there’s Incognita
The mystery beneath my bed.
The monster in my closet, the woman that’s in my head.
I try to be a better man, but I can’t.

I wish you would understand that I want you.
Or at least I think that I do. I don’t know but hear me out.
Try to listen without having to shout.
It all happened three months ago.
We had an argument, I got laid off, and I ended up sleeping on the couch.
Days past and distance took it coarse.
I found someone who listened to me, joked with me, things I thought you didn't do.
Being with another woman was always a thought but never a reality.
Until today it seems like I found the woman for me.

Incognita, woman of my dreams.
As you wear your Prada and red bottom heels.
You look at me with your mesmerizing eyes and steal.
Every feeling I had before you came and showed me real.
Now bless me with your eternity and goddess like aura.
For this lifetime, is our lifetime.

Apr 2014 · 836

My Utopia

Keenan Akeem Apr 2014

My Utopia

As sweet carols float throughout the wind.
Sipping sweat tea, honey bees buzzing to obtain their nectar.
We look up and ****** our bodies to the sun
******* up every aura and rays upon our skin.

The raspy sound of chalk pressed against the ground
The sound of children laughing in the distant.
In this instant you look around, and smile for time is at a standstill.

For now, we enjoy each other’s company.
Dripping heated therapy upon your back.
Minted leaves, honey scented incense burning in the distant.
Marvin Gaye, press play, pause, and repeat.
The melody and the beat
Just stop and listen, for your eyes my dear seem to glisten
With ever word I seem to speak.

Now this is an except of my Utopia, my alternate reality.
My dear, if I’m ever so distant close your eyes and dream.
For the person that’ll always be there waiting is me.

Dec 2013 · 834

Forever Fantasies

Keenan Akeem Dec 2013

Forever Fantasies

Welcome, to the intro of forever.
Where you’re fantasies may roam and hover.
All those insecurities and doubts may cease.
Come forth with me; tell me everything you ever dreamed.
For this time being I am no longer me, I am anything you wanted to see.

Undress and change into the bared skin that God gave you for me to see.
Lie down, turn over and repeat.
Over and over again, we hear the melody and the beat.
Sweat dripping off the warm shoulders of you and me.

As we lock eyes, you see no doubt.
Everything becomes so wrong, but as the same time so right.
You're lips gripping never are letting go as you begin to shout.
Legs shaking, knees trembling.

And as you wake from you’re slumber you have this grimace on your face that will show from miles away.
For “the fantasies got the best of me” you say.
Remember, every night and every day you wish to dream of me.
Because I am anything and everything you ever wanted to see.

Sweet Dreams.

Oct 2013 · 1.5k

Pink Ribbon

Keenan Akeem Oct 2013

Pink Ribbon

Grandmother, woman of the wise.
Please teach me all that you know.
For that that pink ribbon that you wear every day.
Tell me, say that you love me and you will never decay.
Tell me, that you’re strong and you’ll fight another day.
No you’re not a savior, but you here for a reason so stay.

Grandmother, woman of the wise
I look back and feel you’re nurture.
You’re soft sweet elegance; you’re discussions that were relevant.
You’re smile, so calm and serene.  Believe that this is just a phase.
That tomorrow it will all go away.
Grandmother…

Please look me in the eyes, tell me don’t worry baby.
It’ll be okay, that the Lord has a reason for everything.
Go to church on Sunday and pray. Thank the Lord that your
healthy and go about you’re day.

Grandmother, I now only wear this pink ribbon for the memory.
To acknowledge how strong you are.  That with belief life takes you so far.
My prayers go out to all who lost ones in the past.  Don’t worry their looking down smiling and proud.
Of you, so remember time heals all who are hurting life will get better.
So, wear that pink ribbon and smile, because we’re one of many united standing in a vast numbered crowd.

Oct 2013 · 1.0k

The Art of Appreciation

Keenan Akeem Oct 2013

The Art of Appreciation

Sometimes we forget about the art of appreciation.
We go day by day, forgetting what’s important without hesitation.
We get the illusion that everything is fine.

Why can’t life be so easy?

Being impatient can be your own self destruction.
We all yearn to know and to understand without eruption.
Take time and look around. Walk outside and hear the sound.
Of the bells of life, ringing back and forth in the ear of comprehension.

Women, make you’re man hunger for your mental.
Because we as men first only look for physical.
Don’t take it personal it’s natural.
Until you do so it’s tactical.
It’s actually, too easy… That’s not what a true man wants.
Give us something no other man can have.
Or is that too much?
Appreciate what you have and love you for you.
The rest will follow as such.
Appreciation, show it because somebody else is just waiting for you to blow it.
Good Luck.

Jul 2013 · 3.7k

The Sunflower Seeds

Keenan Akeem Jul 2013

The Sunflower Seeds

As the sun reflex’s an immaculate glare.
Upon the flowers and as the honey bees acquire their nectar.
The breeze of wind from the west blows east as the young tribe sets to feast.
From the belly of the beast, from the ground and to the trees,
We were once sunflower seeds.

So small and so innocent, without a care in the world to say the least.
We should look back and acquire the imagination, as children it was amazing.
Astonishing that we could be
Anything we ever dreamed and desired.

Picking fruit from that apple tree, the juices sweetened just for me
So lovely a day it was, playing games with the neighbors across the street.
The feeling of being free is a virtue, a God given right not just for me, but for thee.

Back then summer time felt like a lifetime, never having to tip the hour glass over.
Man those were the days.
But we grow up not sunflower seeds, yet sunflowers.
You see, the sun still shining but a little brighter on me.
Because my path is different, and I’m not just a ****.

Jul 2013 · 856

Growing Pains

Keenan Akeem Jul 2013

Growing Pains

The man that I see in the mirror scares me.
The boy that I see in the mirror follows me.
Day to day the devil temps me.
But I stay strong, holding on to Gods hand,
Hoping he delivers me.

See these growing pains weren’t always so painful.
Once upon a time these mere memories were cheerful.
But, life took its course and my loved ones went their separate ways.

Those were the days, summer of 1998 where I first discovered my best friend.
She was so elegant, charming, funny, and her discussions were always relevant.
Seems like we spent a lifetime in our tree house.
I remember when my mom used to call our names and were quiet as a mouse,
Hoping we didn’t have to come out.
But nothing good last forever, in the spring of 2003 it was the last time I could your face.
I hope one day we meet again, and I could hug you for a lifetime from beginning to end.

Now as grow older and I move forward I always look back to my past for comfort.
I may not know my destiny, or my purpose, but I know that my journey is worth it.
So take a seat, relax and breath because remember, that my growing pains weren't
Always so painful.

"quote unquote Keenan Akeem"

R.I.P. Karlene Blake, may you rest peacefully my beloved best friend.

Jun 2013 · 3.0k

Dream Work

Keenan Akeem Jun 2013

Dream Work

Occasionally, I look into the sky.
Searching for answers that I’ll probably never find.
But the feeling of wishing and wanting overpowers my body.
The spirit, that lives inside my soul suddenly reflects an aura glow.
It shows, that I have determination, an eager will to never let go.
It lets people know, that I am strong, and I will not walk away.

Go ahead, judge me from my past.
But who’s to say, that one day.
One day I will be able to give my mom that dream house she always wanted.
Give her those designer purses, so she can go ahead and flaunt it.

I want so much for my future, that I am impatient.
I want success now, but I don’t have the resources to obtain it.
Lord give me a sign, that I’m going in the right direction
For my biggest fear is to fail, in which would lead me to destruction.

Hard-work, dedication, and persistence.
Stop me now if there’s something that I’m missing.
My dream work will work, just wait and listen.
For the sound of success is breaking out of my prison.

"Quote unquote, Keenan Akeem"

Jun 2013 · 959

An Ode To My Father

Keenan Akeem Jun 2013

An Ode To My Father

The journey to becoming a man is often left unsaid.
From the tribes of Africa, to the plains of America,
Each footstep gets closer and closer ahead.
I often think back to my father, so young, so strong, and so scared.

Already having another daughter, and now having another pair.
I ask the question, how could he bare?
The fact of starting another life, marrying another wife,
And attempting the job to prepare, to be super dad, father of the year.

But, he’s the best man in my life, my role model, second to Christ.
Not perfect, but he’s mine.
My dad, so many things come to my head.

I hope to be half the man you are as I grow older.
For I know you’ll always be with me,
Keeping an arm over my shoulder.

Because looking in the mirror,
I can’t help but to see you.
Please bless me with the knowledge and the wisdom
To be you.
Thank you, and continue to be my dad.

I Love you.

Jun 2013 · 746

What is Love?

Keenan Akeem Jun 2013

What is Love?

Spending countless hours with your significant other.
Walking hand by hand, feet in the sand, smiling at each other.
You enjoy ones company but, what is love?
Is it the feeling in your gut whenever she approaches?
Or is the simple look in his eyes in which leaves in hypnosis?

See I don’t know what love is, I don’t even know if in it.
But I do know that I never want to lose you.
In this game of life I don’t even care if I win it.
As long as I have you, my world is complete
You’ll never have to worry about any woman to compete.
For my heart for now is yours.

Maybe one day I’ll figure it out, but for now I’m scared.
Never been this close to this emotion this feeling I swear.
To make love and to love is so different
Both needing effort and patience.
With time, the longevity and after effect can be different.
But with faith and the belief, anything can be achieved.
And yet, I'm left with these questions,

What is love, how do we love, and who do we love?
Questions of the century.

"Quote unquote, Keenan Akeem"

Jun 2013 · 1.7k

Kryptonite

Keenan Akeem Jun 2013

Kryptonite

Starring up in the sky as the sun set sets into darkness.
You ever wonder to yourself, why is life sometimes lifeless.
Regrets of the past, on experiences you can’t change.
Yet those mere memories in your head cease to fade.

Until you come across someone in your life you can’t live without.
That person who makes you better, loves you for you, and makes you shout.
Trials and progressions, but not every relationship is built to last.
Those insecurities maybe trust issues from the past.

To my lady of love, please do not hurt me.
I only wish to give you pleasure, love and security.
I may be young, scared, but I’m ready.
To open my mind, my body, my heart yet take it steady.
Don’t rush, no need to.
My only wish is to please you…
With time and patience and (maybe R. Kelly playing in the basement)
But that’s another story for later.

What I mean to say is baby is you’re my kryptonite.
My nature’s nectar, so sweet and so ripe.
I need you; I want you to continue to be in my life.
For I am your man and this time is right.

Jun 2013 · 983

That kid you once knew

Keenan Akeem Jun 2013

That kid you once knew

Remember that first day of school, where I was so distant?
Transparent to what you see, because I was hidden in between
of that **** and that Preppy boy that seen to be more important than me.
You know, life is crazy because we as teens try so hard to fit in and want to be seen.
Out drinking, partying every weekend just so we can fill this image that society says it’s okay to be.
But, when do we sit down and think?
No I mean actually think, about what we’re doing and how it affect the people around us and who we aspire to be.

You claim you want to be a doctor
Maybe?
A Lawyer
Possibly?
But what you’re doing isn’t helping your case.

I’m that kid you once knew
(Strike one)

***, drugs, and alcohol are what’s cool right?
Everything that looks like gold doesn’t shine.
You take a sip of that liquor, that wine, you dine
And later on that night you ******.
A month later you figure out you knocked her up.
Now you stuck, on how to pay for this new born baby
That you’re not prepared to take care of.

But hey that’s life, and now it’s time to grow up.
The question is how to you teach a Boy to become a Man in nine months.
See, the answer is you can’t.
The purpose of *** is to share it with someone you love, and you care for and you both
Aren’t scared of the consequences.
And now…

He’s that kid you once knew
(Strike 2)

Jealously and hate, you deceive and you debate,
Whether to begin, to stop, or end this chaos.
You toss, and turn all night for this fright you have deep inside your soul.
In which you already feel has already turned to coal.
So black and so grey, who say or to judge you or your character.

In your past, you done so many wicked things, based on your so called “friends”
People that were only around because your name been tossed around from here to there.
They swear they have your best judgment, but when that judge gave you that verdict,
They were nowhere to be seen.
Real friends stick by you until that gloss doesn’t gleam.
And now…

You’re that kid they once knew
(Strike 3)

Mar 2013 · 1.2k

The Man Upstairs

Keenan Akeem Mar 2013

The Man Upstairs

We as children, based upon your household were told, that the man upstairs is always watching.
You’re every move, so smooth and so cunning it’s stunning to think that there is someone out there in the sky, watching down judging your actions that you do. The sins that you commit, wishing you can omit and repent for you never know when your last day is to appear. You swear you’ll do better, next time I promise my dear. My dear lord, the one all mighty, the one that gives me strength and keeps me tidy. Please bless me, with the ability to succeed and achieve any obstacle you put in front of me.
For I am only human

Now that we grow up, you judge who’s to show up to in your time of need. Sometimes we lose faith; we get discouraged for who knows the last time you prayed. Yet, there’s always that little voice in your head giving you judgment on what’s right and what’s wrong. So when feeling lonely, think back when you were a child, and you hear those songs, those remedies for you remember how good it felt to be a child of God. Always have the belief; always have the faith that the Lord will always have that place in your heart.

See I am not perfect, sometimes I feel as if I’m not worth it to be given this life for I did so much wrong in the past.

My mother once told me to never look back to your past and be sad for what happened. Better yet, to be happy it happened and you are a stronger man. It was God’s plan put you through obstacles, you mastered them and now anything is possible. “Just keep having faith”

The man upstairs: The Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit may you be with us in our time of need. So we may succeed and make you proud of us, for we are rooted from Adam and Eve. Picking fruit from the forbidden tree. Because of that were not perfect, but were worth it to be loved and cared. For you are the oh so merciful, The Man Upstairs.

Mar 2013 · 752

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Keenan Akeem Mar 2013

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Looking in the mirror I say I’m ugly,
I say I’m fat, I say I’m disgusting.
Who would want to be with you?
(**** not me)
Or is the aspect of who I am in which differs on who
I want to be.
I just want to be accepted, for I am and not my body
Why can’t you see I am who I am, and you’re not me?
I been through this so many times, why can’t you see.
That I’m not skinny, I’m not petite.
I have an appetite, I like to eat
Now is that a crime, is that a sin?
I’m confused, where do I begin?

It all started when I 10 years old, I was told by my step-dad
To “shut my fat *** up”
A rebuttal in on my part was righteous
But, not yet…
At this age I couldn’t process everything
This scared me till this day, for in my dad’s eyes I’m still over weight.

I started to change, my waist got smaller.
My ego got taller, and more people started talking to me.
In process, I forgot who I was.
That strong person in the beginning
That in my eyes was winning, now losing
Who I really am.

I’m free, free to do anything and never give a **** on how
Anyone felt.
My heart melts till this day when I think back to my past.
That person who was bullied, talked about, stabbed in the back.
Now as I as move forward, I will always look back for comfort
On how far I came.
Remember I’m free, to venture out to places that have never been seen
And will not have to debate about my weight, because I’m happy to be ME.

Mar 2013 · 1.4k

My Angel (Victoria Secret Model)

Keenan Akeem Mar 2013

My Angel (Victoria Secret Model)

By the way she walks, the way she talks
It has you mesmerized, in a way you can’t even imagine.
Her grace, as she touches every inch of that floor
has every man in there wanting more, and more, and more.
So seductive, her reasoning can’t be comprehended
Yet, compensated for her work.
Look at her strut, left to right
Back and forth, for your eyes are glued because she is astounding.
Hypnotizing, to say the least.
You wish to describe her but, she fails to compete.
For she is your dream girl, your fantasy… and even more.

Feb 2013 · 1.2k

The Lying Game

Keenan Akeem Feb 2013

The Lying Game

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
You ponder, on where’s he’s at, who he’s with, and what’s he’s doing?
He could be ******* you over, and now he’s the player you’re the game.
The lying game, something so easy and so cunning.
Running from this story to that, just so you can save your ***
Because you want to have you’re cake and eat it too.

“Dear Joan, I’m sending you this letter because I’m not the man you thought I was.
I’m the heartless snake that only cares for my own feelings. I wish there was a better
way to tell you but this will have to do. Remember last year, you know Jessica the secretary
that I introduced you to? Yeah, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. There’s no
better way to say this but, it’s over. Me and you, were finished, finito’, done. Don’t call me, don’t
text me, because it will be a waste of your time. Now I didn’t commit a crime, but adultery.
A sin, something I’m not proud of but, I’ll carry to my grave because I fell in love with another woman
You may hate me now, but I hope you understand later, that I didn’t want to be the father of your son
or your daughter.”

Sincerely, you’re *******.

Feb 2013 · 1.4k

The Boy Next Door (free verse)

Keenan Akeem Feb 2013

The Boy Next Door (free verse)

As I look across the street all I see is beauty.
I see your flawless skin as the rays jumping off from the sun,
You’re so radiant.
I don’t mean to stare but, sometimes I can’t help it.
I fell in love with the girl next door just two months ago.
She came up to me on move in day as nervous as I was.
She said her name was Darlene, so darling and as precious as she was.
Months later I noticed, I wasn’t the only one who admired her presence.
My gift from God, my angel sent from heaven is now his.
Two months pass, like a 100 meter dash all I could do is think.
I look across the street now all I see is heartache
I see your flawless skin now touching his
Regretful as I was, I knew it was time to move on.
Her sweet voice, her angelic presence is something that I’ll always miss
To her now I’m just,
The Boy Next Door, even though I wanted to be more.
Reminisce

Feb 2013 · 934

A Ride in the Sky

Keenan Akeem Feb 2013

A Ride in the Sky

Looking down at the ground, the scenery is so serene
Can you believe that were so far up, feels like I can touch the clouds
In the sky, why is it that life couldn’t be like this
A ride in the sky, this day that I’ll will miss.
Reminisce on all the good things in the past
Moments that you’ll never forget
Your first bike ride, your first date, and even your first kiss
Growing up I never knew that you’ll turn out to be like this
So graceful, your intellect astonishes any man with just
The simple peck of your lips, the fluency in your speech
Is so sweet, wedding bells started to ring.
Now as we sit down and ponder, and wonder on how we feel.
I ask you this simple question,
Will you take this ride with me?

Jan 2013 · 1.3k

The art of a woman

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

The art of a woman

God made the perfect creation when he made women
So elegant, charming with their smiles
With the compassion and the ability to love
Even when they frown.
Adam and Eve, two seeds birthed by the hands of God
That started this all, Eve bared the forbidden bear fruit in which she knew
Was wrong, she asked Adam to take part, because she didn’t want to be alone.
Two people made to be together till death do they part
This, is the art… of a woman

When men are alone all we think about is women, why is that?
For a fact, we need and want the subjective progression, in which
Our fathers grew to love.
Why is it that men and women wear cologne and perfume?
We all hope to mate, to find somebody to fill that empty space
In our hearts.
God gave us humans the curse and blessing to love,
Someone other than ourselves

Why is it that women wear tight and fitting clothes?
To show off what Mother Nature blessed her, which is her curves.
She knows that you’re looking and wishing you could have her, but you can’t.
It’s just a tease in order to see if you talk and respect her for lady that she is.
Women are smarter than you think; they make us believe that everything is okay.
They’re strong, goal driven, and sometimes confusing at the most
Some have gorgeous eyes, some have tempting thighs, but we must not lose sight
Of whom they are
Were your protector, you’re our provider to bare a son or a daughter.

You deserve the utmost respect and love, to be treated like queens like you should.
Miss Cleopatra, rubies, diamonds, and gold
Those secrets you have in which were never told.
Behold the art, the astonishing gift God gave us to take care of.
The art, of women something so precious and so gentle.
Made for us men to think and use our mental, fabric of our minds
To straighten up our spines, to be kind and non-judgmental

In order for us to make this work, we must have faith in each other
To believe, and achieve the art of trust.
No luck, no spell, love... the emotion, the gift, so spiritual so bliss
We all want this; this is the art of a woman.

Jan 2013 · 882

The Hour Glass Theory

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

The Hour Glass Theory

Tick tock, Tick Tock
Time is running up, you got to hurry up.
The train is passing, look you missed it
Now you ****** up, but don’t give up.
See, this hour glass theory might seem funny but, it’s true.
Wasting time, procrastinating is not for you.
Don’t follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you
Because you’re special, every time you pick up that
Pencil, you’re creative. Let your mind wander to a deserted island getting
Your land legs, eating honey doo.
Don’t you see that your life has a meaning, a purpose unlike some of your friends do.
But I can’t blame you, all you want is happiness and you want somebody to give it to you.
But in reality it’s harder than you think; you’re raised to believe that with a kind heart anything
Can be achieved but, you was lied to.
Women these days don’t want men that can give them the world yet, a city.
They want you to be strong, yet at the same time crawl on your knees, beg with pity.
Isn’t that so stuck up, so sidity?
My melody, your harmony, our love together shouldn’t be based off society and what other people think.
It should be cherished, earned with time and patience
This tranquility this temperance is something they can’t comprehend.
But I don’t blame them,
People envy other peoples happiness
From all that work that the couple did to establish something
There’s always someone trying to tear down your nest.
So, tell me what’s next, where do we go from here?
I love you love me
Why are you so blind, why can’t you see that,
I was meant for you and you are meant for me.
No need to waste time
Because we don’t want to be part of this
Hour Glass theory

Jan 2013 · 1.2k

Secluded

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Secluded

Conspiracy and lies
While you remain to cry
I was the one whipping away the tears
At the same time the other man is *******.
Aint this something, you complain you can’t find anybody
Real
*******, *******, *******
Is what ill remain to say
Maybe one day, well be friends and forget this happened
And let life take it away
Naw, I doubt it... you’ll still be that ***
Going from man to man
Like a beggar does for food
Holding out his little pan
But, when will you realize the beauty and astonishment you possess
I’ll be too late, I’ll be gone
Moved on like you should
Thinking I wish I would
You wish you what?! Take back everything wishing you
Never ******,
Me over for some lame *** Ni*
Ahhh yeah, you feel bad
A little sad huh?
Well I don’t give a ****
Stuck to realize what you had in front of ya
Well I wish you the best, success for you is all I wanted
You’ll never realized how much you hurt me
So im telling you in my poetry
Because in real life you didn’t want to talk to me.
Remember
“Are you done yet?”
Yeah Im done, but remember, think back that I was the
Only one
That gave a **** of how you felt
And I thought you were the ONE

SECLUDED

Jan 2013 · 3.6k

Life is Crazy...

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Life is Crazy...

Life is crazy when you like someone and they don’t feel the same.
You spend all this time and energy proving to them that you’re not the same,
As the other people they messed with in the past.
It’s so sad; to expect something so great, end up with nothing. Feeling so empty, guilty
That you took a chance with someone who’s not worthy
Of being with you.
You, the one who started this all, from that first moment when that tear started to fall.
You claimed you were sorry and you can do better next time, but you ran out of chances.
Time is up, and she gave up, on you and those summer romances.
When you find someone who is ready, who has their life together, and who is steady
Then, you will truly be happy

Until then, think back to all the people you been with, are you in any fault.
You claim it was their wrong doing, and they were the ones *******,
Buying items that were never bought, to you in your procession, the progression
Of your relationship started to fall. Did you give up, or did you end up forgiving them
Of all their wrong doings.
See not all of us are saints, we all strive for happiness even when were shooting
Blanks, no I mean into an empty barrel of love.
You know, the one that cupid missed to go along with all your love and happiness.
Sometimes being by your self is so bliss, calm, so serene like it doesn’t exist.
But, every once and awhile you feel that your miss-ing out on something
Or someone
Life is crazy, but we must not get lazy, nor give up.
Your knight and shining armor; your dream girl is just
Outside knocking on the door.
Open it, a be ready for what’s in store
Goodluck

Jan 2013 · 730

Floating Away...

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Floating Away...

As the tears roll down from my cheeks, all I can ask is why.
Her purple dress, her vivid yet dull cheeks soon to be beneath my feet,
All I can do is cry.
Why would God do this so someone so full of life
So happy, proud to say she was a child of God.
But, maybe this was her time.
Her time to shine, to a new destination and make another person smile.
I whip away the tears from my eyes and smile, for I have to let go.. And let her fly
Float away to the far sun, Mars, and... Even the sky
You have to understand how much it hurts me to let you go.
But, I have to be strong enough for both of us and show
That I love you and I’ll do anything to make you smile.
Forever do us part, we’ll meet again, but this time I’ll be on gold brick road.
And angel wings to show, that were immortal.
But for now I’m going to have to let you
Float away…

Jan 2013 · 2.0k

If creativity didn't exist...

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

If creativity didn't exist...

Imagine a world without a creative thought.
Rubies, Diamonds, and Gold
Values that were never sought,
It caught your attention but you
Couldn’t be at amaze,
Amazed at the fact of something so beautiful
Astonishing, lost in a maze.
You twist and turn
Left and right
You’re stuck and in a nutshell
You wish you could describe it, but you fail to Upheld
The creativity, the essence, the beauty
God, I wish you could see
The marble, the bronze,
Whew… It’s so sweet
I feel I can taste it.
Its sugar, cinnamon, spice
Nothing nice, but I want it
Flaunt it, tease a little… Who’s it gonna hurt?
Tenacity, Generosity,
Who ought to be?
The one to harness something
Special
It’s a jewel, stolen from us at the beginning
Human nature bought it here, well get it back
You’ll see, because we are nothing without
CREATIVITY

Jan 2013 · 459

Day Dreaming

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Day Dreaming

As I stare into space like I do every day,
Everything becomes so serene.
I picture myself in a suit holding a book.
For I have to choose one, but it can’t be two.
I’m lost in life, and I struggle to figure out what I'm suppose to do.
What is my purpose, do I have a destiny
Will have a beautiful wife standing next to me and a baby...
A baby that looks like just like me.
Many questions turning into images, but it makes sense, I’m just a confused young man.
Now I wake up from my slumber, and reality is just the same
I try to snap out of it, but nothing seems to change.
For I have these daydreams happening over and over again.

Jan 2013 · 670

Why Would You Want?

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Why Would You Want?

Sometimes I wonder if God is really out there
Why would he want his child to suffer and think
That you’re not there. To help her, when she need you the most.
Boast to her friends that you had her back before she hung herself from the post.
You know, the one outside. Buried underneath the gravel, Daddy holding that bottle
She cried, out please help me
Help me please
Somebody, Anybody
But you were nowhere to be seen... Ain’t that some ****.
Don’t get me wrong Lord, I love you
I really do, but my faith isn’t as strong
Ever since you took away my beloved best friend, and again 3 years later
Now you know that’s wrong.
You must like to see me cry, well
No more, I won’t shed another tear for the rest of my life
I’m tired of being tired, but you push me everyday
Raised to believe that your somewhere out there in the sky
Watching over me, like a dove passing by
But I thank you; I’m a better man than I was
Yesterday. Today will be my challenge and
Tomorrow will be my reward.
I earned my right to be a happy man
I wake up and say, “I believe that I can”
Followed by anything that comes to the head
Dead, is the absence of one’s body
Imprisoned in the ground
The failure to touch ones hand again.
Yet, life goes on and all we can do is hope
Pray, hope, and pray
That the lord one day calls out our number
And your loved ones will be up there singing
Oh happy day.

Jan 2013 · 3.7k

Beautiful Ambitious Girl

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Beautiful Ambitious Girl

Hush my baby don’t you cry, for this is not a lullaby
For I am your knight of shining armor, glistening steel no peel ore
Massive fortitude for in which gratitude is always accepted
For my speech you will need to be calm and collected
My beautiful Ambitious Girl, why you are so perfect?
From your skin, to your feet no flaws can be detected
Talk to me; tell me everything you ever wanted
For I am the one to give it to you, only if don’t flaunt it
You ***-mazing, to the degree in which I slur up my speech
No I am no Martin Luther King Jr, so I will not preach
Hold up; Hold up baby, please, I won’t take up your time
I just want to get to know you, just let me unwind
See I am a man of grace and commitment
With that saying, I want you to be the only one I commit with.
My Beautiful Ambitious Girl, is it too early to tell you “I Love You?”
That you’ll be my only one, no other woman above you
Heavens above will smile with just the sight of you
For I picked a women so elegant as you
Star crossed lovers no Romeo and Juliet
If I tell you well get married how much would you bet,
My love, my heart, my enormous riches?
For you are my most prized possession
You are my Beautiful Ambitious Girl.

Jan 2013 · 1.3k

Mama, Your My Queen

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Mama, Your My Queen

Ever since I was young, you always told me no.
Every time I cried, you always held me close.
When I was sick you always gave me a dose
Of your loving, something that I would never let go
My essential Queen, Nurturing nectar like a honey bee
Skies above, higher than anyone can see
Is your loving, something so pure and so sweet
Your radiant skin, it matches mine, your all I wanted to be
So powerful and so loving, yeah that gonna be me
If life you showed me things that can never been seen
Good morals, stay humble is what you embedded in me
You are my life, my joy, and my every thing
Mama, you are my Queen.

Jan 2013 · 5.2k

Too Nice

Keenan Akeem Jan 2013

Too Nice

Thinking, Pondering, Wondering
What’s wrong with me, am I too nice? Are my friend’s right?
For I heard this phrase for so long
Junior year to be exact.
Are you gay, you ****, bro are you straight?
(Is what I heard)
Are you crazy, **** them hoes
(Is what they said)
Go out and get that bread
It’s all coming back to me.
Too nice
Is what I’m characterized as
Never the one to go out and get it.
What you going to with it?
You gonna to hit that, tap that
Because if you don’t I surely will pull that cap back
In to reality
Snap, it’s all coming back to me.
See I’ve had my time of deception and deceit
For now I’m grown and just want to take a seat
Relax and think
Blind to see that special someone for me.
But, in this world there’s no room for that
All society wants you to do is have babies,
Be poor, struggling
Oh, that’s a class act.
But for me, I don’t belong
Others strung along like a puppeteer singing their favorite song
Bounce that ***, Twerk that
Is what our women are suppose to know
But, who is the one to show
All the beauty and potential they possess
Progress into women of success.
Too bad none of them will ever see that.
Most of them will be on their backs, thrusting
While the eyes of the Lord watching, as his child
Is no longer is his little girl.

Too Nice
Ponder at the fact that nice guys finish last
Where are the gentlemen, the ones that take women
Out on dates, but their afraid to actual settle down
Thinking I’ll look like a clown when my homies find out.
Sincerity and acknowledgment are things of the past.
Now days, saying ***** and *** is what’s going to get you past
In life, I learned that you can’t make everyone happy
But, if I can make most then that makes me happy.
Gratitude and simple thank you is all I ask
A little kerseys and small “how do” will do for I don’t ask for much

Friendship, Loyalty, and Respect
F.L.R.

But, how can that get you so far, because in this world no one cares about
Your feelings.
Phssst, what were you thinking?
I was thinking that for once, just once nice guys wouldn’t finish last.
Be glad while you have me for who know how long I’m a stay
TOO NICE

This poem reflects my personality and how I see the world through my eyes. I hope all that is reading this enjoys my work.

- thank you

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