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Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
You can tell me whatever you please to satisfy you
But it won't compare to what love makes me do
You can do whatever you want to make me know that you're there
But it won't compare to the way love makes me stare
You can Make me as mad as Hell
But it won't compare to how love makes me yell
You can push me, kick me, and make tears fall from my eyes
But it won't compare to the way love makes me cry
And with every thing you are and everything that you do
It's love that makes me love you
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
In sick twisted fields of meadows laced with electricity
I deemed I was correct
justifying my day dreams
and nullifying my nightmares
but embellishing yours
creating a new idea of fear...
for you to have to beware
for i hardened your delicate structure
i froze your river bed
but with one kiss, a time fracture
I could bloom a rose red
with one touch, a light action
i could re-illustrate your head
painting pretty colors of forever
me and you fornever dead
because my first intentions
were to love
never meant i to harm
but just like poppy seeds and **** leaves
I have a higher charm
so in these electric fields of purple grass sparked
rest these thoughts of you and the danger that I brought...
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
I Pray ............
but,
See only I can give the action
..................................
Because
Faith means nothing
if You don't decide to
Move....
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
I miss my Organic Soul...
                                       And its tuesday...
I'm left without a home...
What do you say...
When I wanna speak a word...but yet no ears have heard... because I've lost my Organic soul...
I Feel so cold...
I guess I could warm on Wednesdays...
                                        But I still feel so alone...
I miss the music in my life...
With no organic soul, I'm not whole..
                                       Just a poet without a mic...
11 years of life and my soul was there every night...
              Cuz it was organic...
                more like magic...
that walt disney never had...
See it was real...
Organic like having a mom and dad...cuz we all got a mom and dad...
But if your was organic you could rock the mom and mom and respect the dad and dad...
See the freedom was unchained...
                                            and the artist had no vian....
Just a vein that made us one...who ever blessed the stage...
Cuz the beauty was organic..
.Athena she never had it...
Just that little scene on Egear Street...Where the world could hear my magic...
I miss my Organic soul...
so I roam the streets without one...
Cuz Nothing could feel as pure as you...
                                                        Its Tuesday And I don't know what to do...
Organic soul was the Dopest!!! Open mic spot in Baltimore, Every Tuesday and ever since Jan of this year it has been no more...I'm lost!!! :(
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
There's a melody I would love to feel.....
use my fingers to create...
Use my lips to unveil...
let my tongue do it justice...
Give her words she could feel...

There's a melody I know...
Replaying in my ears....
Sweet picture in my mind...
calms my chasing fears...
Soothing this mans soul...
melody whispers through my ears...

I recall a Melody....
fair as I ever known...
Dare I say heavenly...
i never feel alone...
Sweet sweet Melody....
I hear you more and more....
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
Fading away...
you say..
is that what I do....
slowly disappear on you...
Until I become transparent...
Has that become evident...
That I'm in the room but no longer here..
Right beside you and not even near...
But here I am touching skin...
how does that feel...
Trying to make it go with in....
I thought that I was real...
I'm losing all my colored soul...
Inside of this black hole...
An here we go once again..
I'm fading away my friend..

So Fly Me Back to so called home...
Or just answer the phone....
Cuz where I am I need a hug
or just a wine filled jug..
But that wont work cuz im not here..
I've faded like your crying tears...
So look away I'm just a thought..
a memory of a past forgot...
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
She tussled and fought,
squirmed and wiggled,
the ends of her hairs
oh how they tickled.
She smelled of sugar and spice
like purple haze,
remy martin,
and bubblicious ,
the sins of life...
Everything nice.
Her lips drove me crazy
I could smell the cherry
dying to be burst,
I'm going to save this one
as she fights
I squeeze,
As she bites
I likes,

A woman...
I found a woman
Cuz she won't
just give it up....

How to keep her safe????
thats gonna be hard to explain,
I can see it in her face......
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