I’ve always had a dream of this
Girl.
She was lost,
Lost indeed,
Trapped with greed,
And spoke hard cases to
Plead.
She was a winner deep down inside,
But a loser when it came to her
Pride.
She didn’t care what the cost may be,
All she knew was that she was
Ready,
For life and to take that
Ride.
Her demons gave her no place to
Hide.
She was like a lost sheep.
Sleeping in the peaceful
Meadows,
But it was hard to
Sleep.
Every day she woke,
Her pain ran so deep.
Every soul she touched was a soul to
Reap.
She gave her time,
Giving advice,
Helping other people making
Sure they was alright,
But when it came to back to her,
Her life wasn’t all
Tight,
But this dream shone a light.
My grandma always said pray and let things
Be.
But I needed to know,
Who that girl was,
And come to find out.
That girl was;
Me.
                                                


  -Ma­rci H

A friend,
Who’s Godly,
Smart, and
Genuine.
A friend is a hand to lend.
A friend is a person you don’t have to make
Pretend.
A friend will never make your life
Bend.
So thank you friend, for being my
Friend.
Its because of you why I smiled so many
Grins.
A Friend.



-Marci H.

How can you talk to me with no tongue?
How can you hear me with closed ears?
How can you see me with blind eyes?
How can you touch me with no heart?
It takes seconds to say hello, and
Forever to say goodbye.
My lips are currently sealed
To prevent me from a lie;
Saying
“I Hate You”
But in reality
“I Love You”.
I study you in many ways.
Is it true, that you love within
Minutes,
But leave within
Seconds?
You leave a trail of white and red.
The impurity of your soul
Leaves invisible tear drops I shed;
Like the weeping mother who lost
Her child.
The mutual love between us;
Will it be left bittersweet and mild?
The souls you hunt roams in the wild of
Imperfections that screams in
Terror very loud,
But I’m the only one left,
You seem quite blind,
And a little deaf
For you to not realize
I Love You Death.

  

  

-Marci H.

Take one's adversity
Learn from their misfortune
Learn from their pain
Believe in something
Believe in yourself
Turn adversity into ambition
Now blossom into wealth


©2pac

One day my grandma asked me,
Am I happy?
I didn’t quite understand
So I said ‘what happy at home’?
She responded and said
‘No happy with life’?
I stopped to think,
Lied and said ‘yeah’
But deep down inside
I was walking in hell bare.
Gripping on my blunt,
While the loud music blare.
Hell no I’m not happy!,
Hell no I’m not fine!,
Hell no I can’t sit down,
And have a good time.
It’s hard to trust.
Love will get you killed
So watch yourself that’s a must.
Struggling thru my hard times.
Wondering if my mama still love me.
Will God forgive me for all the dirt I did?
All the sins I sinned?
Would he still love a broken heart,
That wont mend?
Breathe smelling like gin.
Heart tighter than skin.
Will he still love me?
I was born innocent and precious,
But now I’m about to cut my verses,
Here’s the message.
I’m reppin’ and spittin’,
Snitches looking and tellin’,
Snakes movin’ in lesson,
But see I don’t know who’s real,
And who’s not.
My life tangled in a knot.
I’m about to put a red laser dot,
Sticking to your forehead like a blot.
Stand still while your ******* head
Get shot.
Gma I want to sleep on a Marriott!
I dreamed of having a chariot.
But now I’m making money out the
Sticky ***.
Gunned down with a 50 shot.
Life coming to you,
Don’t get popped.
Stop pretending to be
Something your not.
Your skin huggin’ your bones.
You out reppin’ and spittin’,
But where’s your home?
Mama I’m sorry for
Causing so much pain.
So much pain became a
Memory lane.
I dream of ridin’ gettin’ high,
In my own private plane,
But it’s a **** shame,
I’ve been set by squares,
And a bunch of lames.
Real ****** lose to win,
But **** ****** lose the game.
I’m looking at the world thru my review,
With low eyes, and blind eyes.
Blind eyes,
Its show time,
Showtime It’s my time.
Cause Gma I’m not happy.
I’m not happy!
I’m not happy!
I want to go to the gun range,
And shoot off the oozi,
**** a ***** in a Jacuzzi,
Sit back and watch him do me.
Then cut his *** off like a butcher.
I’m trying to chase my dreams,
Before they leave.
Lord forgive me for I am guilty of
Greed.
I want to be rich.
I’m tryin’ make it out the
Gutta but life such a *****.
I thought my home girl was down,
But come to find out she was a snitch.
I got better so I won’t leave her in the ditch.
It seems like my life,
Changes a little bit by the day.
Obama trying to take a stand,
And have something to say,
But **** them!
I’m going to do it my way.
There’s kids crying,
And people weeping.
Preachers preaching,
And mama still teaching.
It seems like the devil having
A field day,
But ******* satan,
Yo *** going in the grave.
I got to stand up,
And make it happened.
I’m going to be somebody,
Just save the clapping.
Gma I love you,
And to answer your question-
No I’m not happy.



Marci H.

Today is filled with anger
fuelled with hidden hate
scared of being outcast
afraid of common fate
Today is built on tragedies
which no one wants 2 face
nightmares 2 humanities
and morally disgraced
Tonight is filled with rage
violence in the air
children bred with ruthlessness because no one at home cares
Tonight I lay my head down
but the pressure never stops
knowing at my sanity
content when I am dropped
But 2morrow I c change
a chance 2 build a new
Built on spirit intent of Heart
and ideals based on truth
and tomorrow I wake with second wind
and strong because of pride
2 know I fought with all my heart 2 keep my
dream alive


©2pac

And as time begins to start our future,
It'll be up to us to guide and nurture,
Into a more realistic, loveable life.
Even when it's wrong, It'll always feel right.
Me sitting in your arms brings many joy's, and less light.
I was never afraid to jump,
Just was always scared of the height...

-Marci H.

As it seems sweet and good,
It turns sour and bad.
As it look hood and mean,
Most likely it’s a miserable queen.
As your mind make foul visions,
Your heart says ‘your no longer winning’.
As the world turn, and time leaves,
Your no longer happy, and full of grieve,
So please.
Can we all have our moment?
Can we all pass the bad?


                                      Marci H.

I sometimes wonder
What morning think.
I sometimes wonder when, where, and why
My eye lashes blink.
I wanted to relax,
Take time and think.
Meditate before I start my day.
Before the sun came up and show the
World beautiful displays.
I wanted to write my poetry,
And recite my words,
Put curves of my life on paper
So my voice can no longer
Be heard.
I wanted to pick flowers,
Pray,
And grant wishes,
Maybe.
Just maybe,
I wanted to eat my breakfast,
And not clean the dishes.
Call it a lazy morning,
Before the sun comes up.
Its 4’oclock,
And the coffee makers is empty,
Right along with my cup.
It’s 5’oclock,
And yet the sun hasn’t risen.
I think I’ll play soft reggae.
Close my eyes,
And just listen.
It’s 6’oclock,
Maybe 6:30.
The sun is now up,
And the mocking birds
Are in a hurry.
Reggae,
And my curved lines are still
Telling a story.
It seems like
The coffee is on,
And my cup is ready.
My mind has stimulated.
My words are now written.
7’oclock is almost near,
And my coffee has started Beginning.

       Marci H.

Can You See the Pride In the Panther
As he grows in splendor and grace
Toppling obstacles placed in the way,
of the progression of his race.

Can You See the Pride In the Panther
as she nurtures her young all alone
The seed must grow regardless
of the fact that it is planted in stone.

Can You See the Pride In the Panthers
as they unify as one.
The flower blooms with brilliance,
and outshines the rays of the sun.


©2pac

The world is a pattern
In my eyes.
Bigheads full of water,
And tongues that’s tied.
The world is a pattern,
And I can’t keep up with it.
Everything is the same,
It’s like looking at black and white swirls with
Different names.
My mind is confused,
And my heart is just screaming.
My *** is over boiled with hot water that’s
Steaming.
The steam blurs my eyes
From those filthy lies
That I deceive,
Is fulfilled to take away my needs,
Leaving me skinless with
No deeds.
I pray to God to keep the
Confusion away,
But something always seems to
Happened my way.
What can I do?
Where can I start?
I begin to lose my memory
That’s why I have it written
On a chart.
My heartless soul,
Filled with black blood,
Red eyes, and
Evil art.
I see the cross hidden.
I see it in the background
Blended in with a few others,
But I’m not focused
Because I’m ducking and dodging
The cutters.
My life consist on abuse,
And bad temper that fuse.
I’m like a snotty nose kid,
Empty and
Confused.



-Marci H.

A guilty heart of a unsteady beat.
Shooting up fire to the ones who couldn’t stand the heat.
Exorcising my own demons,
The ones that creep.
A sorrow so long,
And a pain so deep.
In and out of mischief,
Was a soul to reep.
Praying, crying to God,
‘Please don’t let this be’
Mama talking to me,
Daddy gone.
I felt no love sitting in the passenger side all alone.
Ready to **** something,
High as hell way too gone,
But I have a warm heart,
Just didn’t know when to love,
Or how to start.
I was once taught how to love,
But now reminiscin’ I no longer
Get hugs,
Only a okay, and a shoulder
Shove.
Looking up at the sky one day hoping to be that dove.
In that clear blue sky,
Looking down at this empty world,
That us humans created.
Me and my sins debating,
Rather my anger and pain has truly
Deflated.
I tried to escape it.
Hold the handkerchief mama,
Away with it.
I’ve been up and thru it.
Yes it’s phenomenal.
Hard cold blood,
I’ve been thru the rain and the mud.
So there’s nothing you can really tell me,
At the end of the day I’ll still be-
Me.
Singing my soul away,
I should have been on glee,
Closed casket,
6 feet deep.
Going up the hill but the **** too steep.
Smoking real good,
But it’s too hard too sleep.
It’s too hard to be-
Me.
Deep in the world,
My name is a number.
They recognize me as a number.
Sleeping on the floor in that 2 bedroom house,
Mama you remember?
When shad wasn’t here that and this December,
The sweet scent that lingers,
Tongue rolling and sticky fingers.
My shirt,
My chest,
My heart,
Is where it hurts.
Inflammable, but so sweet,
Is it true?
I can’t be.
Am I?
A CRIMINAL


                                              Marci h.

Our destinations lies in our own hands.
Dirt will be spilled on our names
Just to say;
We have a few fans,
But we’re still moving slow
While there’s no time left.
We’re falling out of place,
And on the edge of the clef.
Why?
We may perhaps ask;
The common question that is,
And will always be asked.
Even Albert Einstein asked questions
That he never held back.
We don’t live for today because
We’re scared to open our eyes.
Everything is a living nightmare hidden
In terror disguise,
But here’s our favorite question,
Why?
Why, we may never know why
The world really spins and move.
Scientists aren’t able to prove,
The changes, and different experiences
We go thru;
Not even a psychologist,
Or school.
We live in a generation,
Where being evil rules,
Killing is fun,
And swag is cool.
What happened to life?
The real meaning and definition.
The cool season, and the feel of
Being loved and seen by
Recognition.
Blazing temper fuels the world,
Along with sad frowns that we put on
For the show that is titled
“The confused clown.”
We are our own destination.
We live captivated under circumstances
We invade, spilling out our cries;
While playing Charades.
We get too hung in a daze.
We are our own destination…
Just wait

  

  -Marci

I don't want to die with a
Broken heart.
It feels I may die from a
Broken heart.
I overstand I've died with a
Broken heart!
My eyes cried with invisible tears
Everything is compacted that says "Maybe next year"
or maybe next year I'll be just
Fine,
Sip some wine, and unwind.
Maybe next year I won't die with a
Broken Heart.
The stains of hopeless and shame
Have left me here to rot.
I've stirred my own emotions here
in this ***;
a little pain here,
and some hurt there.
I wish I could go back in time
When walking around the land bare
was never rare.
Now all I get is materialistic
Worldly laughs,
and blank stares.
My heart will be broken as
Soon as it's spoken.
Like a little kid at Chuck E. Cheese
Spending its last token.
I don't know when to start or how to leave.
Maybe one day I'll take this old
Heart out my chest and breathe-
but last time I checked that was considered a
Cold-hearted thief.
My old ways have died,
but left me with no relief.
Lord please don't leave me;
I don't want to die with a
Broken heart.
It feels I may die with a
Broken heart.
I've overstood that I'll die with a
Broken heart.

-Marci H.

Only a fool can spot out what love is,
But only a lover can spot out what love means.

-Marci H.

The shared tears of fate,
Those harmful conversations
Of,
“should I **** myself”
Debates.
You feel that you have another
Chance,
But that other chance maybe
Too late.
Those ****** memories,
And your murderous
Enemies,
That “Get the **** out my face!
Your no kin to me”
Type attitude.
Your zero tolerance
Have you floating
With no gratitude.
You’re lost,
And misunderstood,
Your crown of success weighs heavy
And far way too good-
With a mean-timid beast
Like yourself.
Theirs hope for the hopeless.
You feel 10 times worst when your words
Are respoken.
Your problems are now soakin,
But again as I say,
There’s hope
For the hopeless.


Marci H.

Let’s paint a vivid picture,
Up under the movie screen,
Making a love scene,
That’s my favorite part.
Let’s get connected, and
Smoke each other HEART,
Cause I love this part.
Let’s kiss and touch,
If I asked to cuddle would that be too much?
Not too hard,
Or too rough,
I don’t really need LOVE,
I just want LUST,
You ask why?
Because I threw away the key
So it’s hard to TRUST.
Keep going, I haven’t had enough,
This my favorite part.
Don’t stop.
Let’s trace over our beautiful art,
Gleaming in the NIGHT
FEENIN’ for your light
MOANIN’ cause it feels just right
Smiling cause it’s just nice,
This my favorite part.
****** still high,
My FUSTRATION is leaving
I’m MEDITATING, while the air still
STEAMIN’
I’m feeling the inflammation of our
FIRE.
I can’t help what my ****** frustrations
DESIRE
Your **** body I admire,
Bring your “A” game, and your
TONGUE,
yes, it’s REQUIRED
I been tensed up for a min,
I put the kitty on pause, so yes
It’s RETIRED,
Love higher than a TOWER,
Climb up then fall down into
A bed of FLOWERS.
I’m digging you,
And you digging me,
We’re both BLIND to what the
Naked eye cannot SEE,
And that’s love,
We’ve been HYPOTIZED
By laughs and hugs.
****** appeals,
Your time, yes, I STEAL,
Remember we made a DEAL,
But do we have to stick to this
Deal?
Do it have to be a MUST?
Am I under DISGUSIE
To a beautiful heat that LIES?
A tongue SILENCING my cries,
Speechless cause I’m so surprised,
You did all your speaking,
So now it’s time to
WINE and DINE.
Can we CHANGE or minds?
Is it a CRIME,
Can we RECITE this just one more
Time?
It may be too late,
To change back our words,
No longer you HEAR me,
No longer you HEARD.
Your plate has been FINISHED
Your mouth is no longer FULL,
Your plate is CLEAN,
Now my hands is on PULL,
Hanging to your shirt,
Where I can no longer feel like
DIRT,
Here come back,
You can have my SKIRT,
Don’t go you haven’t finished
Have you seen the eye that was
WINNING?
The smile that was GRINNING?
The time that I was STEALING?
The flower that was laid out on the bottom of the tank?
I should be your commander solider,
I should be TOP RANK!
So STOP!
Don’t leave,
I ******* hate doing this,
I hate the GREED,
The FEEN,
It’s KILLING me
So PLEASE,
Let’s talk again,
About the LOVE and LUST
I know this is your favorite part,
But just HUSH
Listen.
I don’t want to RUSH.
I just want to cuddle,
Am I ASKING for too much?
My famous WORDS, and special TOUCH.
If you THINK about it,
This could be our favorite part too.



                                             Marci H.

Feeling like an adult and dreaming like a kid ... "When I get older ... Maybe there might be good in my definition of the word Life"

-Marci

My dreams,
Wasn't just any dream.
It took me into the deserts,
And made me into a cold
Feen,
A cold killer with a pierced heart ring.
I slowly fell into that dream.
Sinking like quick sand.
My head went first then my hands.
Unclean,
And dark tan.
I sunk.
I sunk into your quick sand,
And you left me there;
Selling false dreams with no care,
But who ever really cares?
I feel reincarnated wearing all
Black everything,
And a tattoed red tear drop that stains.
The stains that slowly rain,
One by one.
Two by two.
I've been playing fools gold,
But who would've ever knew,
That this day would come true?
I need your direction.
The only thing I ever knew was your
Protection.
I breathed you,
And your imperfections of lack of
Rotation to change your ways,
But it doesn't work like that,
That's just how the game plays.
Now i'm reincarnated in all black.
I had a knife cut in my heart
And thru my back,
But I still stand because at the time
I didn't know that I was sinking into
Your quick sand.
You know its funny,
Now;
Because you had me on hold,
But now all along...
I can truly title this
Fools Gold.
I was digging deep
Praying my soul would mold,
But that's just another story
Being untold.


-Marci H.

It seems to me I’ve been set
Free.
It seems to me,
We all humans bleed.
The love of the fallen flower
Will never leave.
I have your fallen
Tears written upon my sleeves.
Love me my darling,
For I am guilty of greed.
Be at ease with a mind so lean.
With a heart so wise,
And head full of green.
Come closer sweet heart,
We’re getting closer to that
Dream.
We’re seeking light.
I have one question,
Do you mind if we take that
Flight?
Let’s touch the moon and back.
Let’s go to Jamaica and relax.
Let’s roll up blunts and
Reach the max,
Cause we’re flowers.
God stacking our blessings
Like towers.
One day we’ll make the world
Ours.
Just us.
I feel empty,
It’s not just lust.
I feel dead,
It’s not trust.
My tears.
My sleeves.
Our love;
Can’t leave.
Let’s stay;
Stay in the bed
And lay.
Let’s make our dreams come true.
Spark up some lights,
And start our life new.


Marci H.

A free mind feels so much free
When you free it

-Marci H.

Another year has been added onto my life.
Everything is okay,
And I thank God I’m still blessed,
But my tears are just
Getting bigger as the time
Starts to trigger.
My heart starts to get swollen
As my mind still tries to
Figure exactly what’s really going on.
Why do I feel so alone?
I try and close my eyes and picture home,
But I’ve been gone for too long.
I’m living in miseries.
My only pain killer is a double shot of
Hennessy.
Lord give me ink and some paper
Please.
My soul cries out within the
Ink that bleeds.
Oct 6 was the day I was born.
God how long will I live and still remain
Trapped in this storm?
My heart for writing
Can’t be the reason I’m still alive.
God gave me another chance
To get my hands on the prize,
But it’s been too long to why I’m still living in
Disguise
Of pure evil that set fire in my
Eyes.
Aching bones in my body,
And a hopeless dream of
Corvettes and audi’s.
Entrepreneurship,
And dedication is what I feen,
But another year has been added onto
This helpless black queen.
I’m not sure why me.
My pencil is about to break,
And my paper is about to rip.
The hardness of my thoughts,
And my teeth that’s clenched and gripped
Is only another episode to why I’m still
Here.
#HAPPYBIRTHDAY





-Marci H.

"Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man (woman) child conceived.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the ******* that I should ****?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came."

-Job

Today is your birthday,
And I should be happy,
But my grief from your lost
Is causing me despondency.
Our memories flash in my head constantly,
And honestly,
I still wish you was here so I can be
Daddy’s little
Girl
To.
Maybe that’ll take away my
Fears
Of guns and bullet wounds.
The blood that splatters and fumes,
And nothing that I can do to stop
My mind that assumes
The president will continue to let
This resume in the sake
Of living I wish I had you to groom
My life when needed.
I see little girls hugged in their daddies arms,
And all I can do is close my eyes
While my insides are screaming.
I wish this despair would go away.
Lord is this a wakeup call
For the sins I have to pay?
The grief that takes over my
Life,
And the non-existence of allay,
But you know everything happens for
A reason,
Even though sometimes in my heart
I feel treason of betrayal and
Cool season.
Daddy my time with you
Was very
S
H
O
R
T.
I’ve became anti-social,
And built my own private
Fort.
Lord I have no resorts, and I’m down to my last.
Lord what am I supposed to do when,
School, friends, family, and life
Kicking me in the a$$?
Daddy you’re rested up and gone,
I just pray you left me a spot
Next to you when I get
Home.
I pray when I start feeling like this
That you’ll never leave me
Alone.
Daddy I will try and make
My success seen for your sake,
And finish what you didn’t.
So upon your decease,
Daddy may you rest in peace.
~October 27,2001- November 16,1974~



Love, Your Daughter
Marci Henderson.

Space and the bright galaxy has always been my escape.
I’m not my own creator,
And the untamed monster
I make,
To be believable and harsh.
So kind hearted and fine art,
Renewable human cycle, my role model use to be Michael,
The way he moved,
Swift and light, is the exact same way I would move
In the bright space and galaxy;
Light and smooth
Marijuana and Corinthians;
My problems I soothe.
Last night I hugged and kissed the moon. It smoked my marijuana and
nodded
Its head with my groove.
You’ll think I’m delusional with a few loose screws,
But I feel perfectly normal,
For this on spare times is all I
Do.

      #Lord Knows


-Marci Henderson

The highlights of my
Life,
My generation
And the love of my mediation
Is only a glimpse
Of preparation
Of the future that
Lies within the back of
My mind at night.
The inflammation of my
Heart
That stops to my toes.
It leaves my neck and up
Half dead, and half froze.
The highlights of my life,
Is the temptation to my fantasies.
The highlights,
The gleams and
Beams.
The highlights of my life
Isn’t just what it seems.

-Marci H.

Perception is just another way to detect things through your senses. For every minute we scope out a situation, or anything in general, we become very counterintuitive and have the tendency to gain propensity to understand the logic of our interpretation.

-Marci H.

Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
But who do you know that stops that long,
To help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
So painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I cry
And no one cares about why.

©2pac

I’ll rather be high all time.
Keep my feet lifted,
And everything off of my mind.
Make me feel free,
And have a dope *** shine.
I’ll rather be high.
Smoking my soul away while
The time passes by.
I’ll rather smoke my ****,
Then drink a red bull to give me wings
To fly.
It’s better this way.
All my troubles die,
Some may stay in my head alive,
And some may sip on my joy of
Pride.
That’s why I’ll rather stay high.
Lord I know I said a long time ago
I was going to quit,
But I can’t help the strong T-H-C
It keeps my mind at E-A-Z
I’m staying away from trouble,
So I guess it’s helping me.
Reminiscing my time with a glass
Of wine.
Dank on deck and I’m looking
Real fine,
But I can’t help to get him
Out my mind.
We argue,
We fight,
We fuss,
Maybe all night.
That’s why it’s better high.
I thought me smoking my soul away
Would erase him,
But he still remains.
He will never know what kind of
Pain I gain,
But it seems like my dank takes me all
On the trips that’s the
Same.
I wouldn’t call it lame,
Cause it’s a game.
That’s why I’ll rather be high,
Cause people change at a blink of an
Eye.
I’ll always wear the red bow that
Tie.
So let’s all take a hit,
While our troubles die.  




-Marci H.

I seek myself in this pen, and paper. I visualize my life on this sheet. Sometimes, I just lay in my bed and look up at the ceiling. Sometimes my heart races, and mind wonder for a title to “my life”. Sometimes it gets too boring saying life. Why couldn’t I just say, “the storm” or “my light” or “my rain”. Why “my life”? it has a lot of meaning, yes I do agree, but to take up my time my poetry I do read

Short or long I love writing my poetry, from cursive to chicken scratch, but now I’m in my bed trying to relax. Life doesn’t get any better. I’m freezing in this cold world with no sweater.

I love writing my poetry. Can you feel it a little bit? Can you feel yourself deep, caught up in a day dream? Seeking knowledge from your ceiling while God mellow words creep into your ears, can you feel it? The anger around, arouse your soul.

But yet I love writing my poetry. My poems are my home, my escape, my way of peace, sometimes I just want to sleep.

I love writing my
Poetry.
It's just apart of me.

-Marci H.

Quiet whispers,
And thoughtless imaginations
Fulfill the truth
That lies within the heart.
The heart beats,
And uncontrollable defeats
With anger
And other stuff that contrast
The fears,
From damaging and preparing
It self to one’s peers,
That lies still,
And speak quiet whisper
In one’s ears,
With debatable beliefs
From the hard cold tears
That stays in the corner
Of one’s eye that
Makes it hard to fall,
And even easier to not
Cry.
The dents in the pillow to
Where one head rest and lay,
And the mind, body, and
Soul
Is released to God
To help the gray
That takes over your life,
Vanish and disappear
Which you is uncapable
Of controlling,
With quiet whispers.
And little whimpers,
That no one hears but you.
God take me to the point of
This poems,
Help my reader read,
And understand that my
Words are true.
I am itching to be loved.
I wonder if that itch really had
Grew.




-Marci H.

A young heart with an old soul
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity...

©2pac

****** fantasies can be quite
A desire.
Would it be best to do it with your
Secret admirer,
Or just a **** dude?
Would you call it rude
If you showed up at his house
****,
Having conversations about your
Tide tubes?
Is it true?
While time pushes by.
Is it real?
He sexing you and cutting you
Off like a deal
Will your heart heal?
Your fantasy desires coming
True,
With a man heart cold like
Steel.
Think about it,
Take a moment and think.
Not every man loves you.
Next min he’s there and the next
He’s gone like nair.
Babygirl it’s not love, its lust.



-Marci H.

Is this how it feels?
When the wait seems so long?
Mind in different places
And people’s judgments all wrong?
Heart waiting for the worst
And eyes following a curse,
But there’s no one to tell
Cause your voice
Is all hoarse,
And your tongue is all moist,
Head full of thoughts,
With a world full of doubts.
People doing their own whereabouts,
Government can’t have their way
So they sit back and pout.
Praying to the evil to help their
civilization and problems.
The conspiracy is causing problems,
Killin’ and stealin’
The devil is trying to rob em’.
But it seems like the wait is
Too long.
Blacks scared to come
On the street,
Bums looking for something
To eat,
But yet it’s such a discreet.
Feeling in with so much
Disgreet,
But in God we trust
In due time as we meet.
We cooking in the kitchen,
But can’t stand to feel the heat.
We’re all wrong.
The devil makin’ a tune,
Believe it or not
It’s our favorite song.
Sit back and hear it.


                          Marci H.

We need to um talk about where
We're taking this thing.
How far we're gonna let this go.
We've been here before.
Its getting late.


Listen, I've already been thinking about you on my mind.
Far too often for you,
To be here at this time
You see, one hands on nine and the other's on my thigh.
Look,I already played with the idea of you
Being here in the mornin
And the position for the crack of dawn
And the conversation before the yawning
But aah, it's getting late.


How's about I let you touch the space.
That you left behind,
The day that you stop smiling
The day that the tears started falling
But now were talking, touching
Almost making sensual again
We can taste the familiar,
Cause, the family hour supports it.
Of this moment,but was led by the movements cause ah
It's getting late.


I see the memories we replayed
Same space face bodies
I know there's a method to your manliness
but ah I'm a afraid

"You only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go...
And you let her go."

-Passenger

It’s just the scale in me.
I’m a pure blood libra,
I’m not blind
I can see,
Exactly what’s going on around me.
Fierce indeed.
Money, clothes, wealth
I greed.
Empty souls,
And unhealed wounds,
I feed.
I’m kind,
Yes.
I’m goofy and bless.
I pick up anyone
Mess,
And put my enemies
To rest.
I am a libra.
I am the best


                                              Marci H.

Words,
Thoughts,
Emotions,
And life
Surrounds me in one.
As I begin to write
It all turn into fun, then as I continue,
It starts to turn into violence, and shoot out like a gun.
Everything is so peaceful,
In other people eyes,
But the stream of words,
Titles
And thoughts keep coming in remind,
That I am a poet.
I get the urge to write.
I’m like a crack addict,
Addicted to writing, staying up all night.
Afraid to stop.
Paranoid that the words will
Stay.
Troubled by my thoughts,
As Ink bleed in repay,
Of redemption and
Sequel  settings
The hard times of one’s life is mine,
Which is not forgetting.
I seem crazy and quite threating to others.
I talk to myself,
Just quiet,
Unexplainable mutters.
Poetry took my heart and ran,
Made it paper thin,
And red ink span,
Grey lead as a tan,
Poisoning my heart, and making it into flying paper
Cranes.
In only minutes,
Seconds,
I am done with a poem,
That is ******* with the ends of my storm.
I am the devoted,
Thoughtless,
Emotionless,
Lifeless,
Poet.



-Marci H.

Were you looking for me?
Did you seek what you
Searched for?
Did you scream to
Get your voice heard?
Did you leave
What you ever earned?
I wanted more,
Was it because I wanted more?
I wanted to feel love,
And adored.
I hide,
Waiting patiently
On the bottom of that
Dark,
Dark,
Floor,
But instead I got
Burned.
Left behind,
And stuck to my faults.
I feel no love,
For the problems that I caused.
Now you looking for me?
Are you looking for me?
Is the phrase true,
That we all humans bleed?
Is it true that,
I am,
The last of the dying breed,
The bestfriend
With a sinful greed,
Were you looking for me?
Are you sure?
Are you positive?
I’m surprised,
I have someone looking for me,
I’m like a snotty-nose
Kid,
Happy just to be,
But confused
Because it was
Me,
Are you sure you was
Looking for me?



                                                                                           Marci H.

Let The Marijuana Be The Healing Of Your Nation, Let The Blunt Be the Soul Of Relations, Let Your Lighter Be The Flame Of No Hesitation, Let Your Lips Be The Feel Of Sensations, And Let Your Mind Wonder Into Vacations  

-Marci

The reflection
Of myself.
The reflection of my skin.
My big nose,
And wide grin.
My thick brows
Before their arched.
My flaws
Before their touched with
Beauty marks.
Add a little tingle,
And a little spark.
Now my reflection
Of myself,
Remain worthy
Of good wealth.
Praying the mirror
Don’t break.
The fresh blood
With tender ashes,
That lay on my skin,
And drape.
I am your highness,
Feed me grapes.
I am the vein,
The heart,
In this mirror.
Only thing I ask for is,
Can my reflection
Be a little
More
Clearer?


Marci H.

It’s the root of all evil.
Flashing it out like it’s okay,
Get robbed
Now you feel a
Disobey.
Gods mad because you
Misbehaved.
Now you’re stuck living,
Blinded.
Tattoos of money signs
Right between your eyes.
Hey kid,
Didn’t you know money
Lie.
It kills to have,
But so fulfilling to
Touch.
Look how it turned you,
Now you’re a
Chump,
Just that
Much.
It’s the devil ticket
To get into our
Minds,
One may pay the price,
While the other pays the,
Fine.
But no longer will the,
Green stay,
When your long gone,
And dead of time.
So just watch
Your back when that,
Beautiful liar called,
Money,
Creep up on you
From behind.



                                                   -Marci H.

Horror and terror,

The nightmares,

And scares,

The screams,

And blood,

The blood…

That blood,

That scatters,

And flares.

Those demons,

In masks.

Unbreakable,

And tasks.

They come at night,

Sometimes at day.

Do anybody see it?

Or is it **** what I say?

I expect nothing,

So I won’t be disappointed,

But the demons in my ear

Screaming

‘SAVE THE ANNOITED!’

God why me?

The bandages you’ve given me

Is continuing to bleed.

It doesn’t feel natural.

Sometimes it feels like

I'm not human.

My problems are

Consuming,

And these masks are

Resuming,

In my head,

God tell me,

Am I dead?

Did I go to hell?

Right here in my bed?

God did you give me a reason,

Just to be hunted by

Demons?

  

  



                                                   -Marci H.

Feel the beat,
And feel the heat.
Never underestimate your feelings,
That’s such a discreet.
Move your head and
Tap your feet.
Swing your arms,
And move your hips.
Hop side to side
While this wonderful lust take you on a
Trip.
Taste the music notes.
Hear every tune.
Make it shine bigger and brighter,
Even deeper than the moon.
Can you feel it?
So soft and sweet,
So lovely, and so neat.
Listen to the music of my wonderful
Heart beat.
Can you hear it?



-Marci H.

My black is my beautiful.
It doesn’t matter about the shade of my
Skin,
Or the length of my hair.
It doesn’t matter to me who whisper and
Stare.
My Black Is My Beautiful.
My soul sisters lets reunite.
Let’s take apart of this wonderful night.
I want to get naked and live
Life.
I love my black,
And yes,
I mean that.
From skinny to fat;
My Black Is My Beautiful.
My lovely curves, and full lips.
My big nose, and wide hips.
If you seen a skinny lady,
I bet you couldn’t grip;
My Black Is My Beautiful.
Now listen my soul sisters,
And let’s sang our favorite song.
Let’s hum,
And laugh,
Talk,
And smile,
Cause God made us all.
Aren’t we all equal;
To rest of our people?
Yes,
Cause,
My Black Is My Beautiful.
So snap your fingers,
Along with the beat;
The sound of my words,
My soul sisters can you feel the heat?
No need to speak,
And say a little greet,
Cause in due time we shall meet.
My Black Is My Beautiful
    

                                                                             Marci H.