Contrary to popular belief,
My mouth does not,
Speak to what my mind,
Suggests in a whim.

It rolls around,
Among the many thoughts.
Takes its numbered ticket,
And waits among the others.

Only to be pushed back,
By other thoughts,
More important.
Until I saw you again.

Lost of breath.
Speechless.
Others egg me on,
To speak what I feel.

I cautiously take steps,
Towards you and your beauty.
Nervous.
Shy.

To speak to you,
Was a dream come true.
We laugh.
We kiss.

To speak to you,
That all it takes.

In 2007, I wrote my first poem.
Life 1
It held two questions.
Questions I have yet to have a answer for.
I'll date it.
I'll quote it.
On December, 14th 2010,
I ask it again.
"Why is there so many racist?"
"What did that race ever do to you?"

I never knew how to feel,
When I watched Roots or Schlinders List.
Until I meet them face to face.
The racist of course
Spewing the racist words they worshiped.
****** and Monkey, I was called.
With black skin and african qualities,
Will earn you those titles.

In my head I wonder;
Should I hate whites because of the KKK?
Should I hate Germans because of the Nazis?
Should I hate Russians because of Stalin?
Should I hate Muslims because of Osama?
Should I hate my fellow Africans because of the corruption that rips Africa apart?
These questions rattle my head.

So once again I ask.
"Why is there so many racist?"
"What did that race ever do to you?"
Quoted.
Signed.
Dated.

Randy Wiafe
December, 14 2010.

Baby Girl
Whats your name?
You come to the club
With your own man
Just ditch him for me
We can dance the night away
Her body so nice
She grinds on me so gracefully
Her man looks at us
With his mouth wide open.
He says "God ******"
She Pops, Locks and Drops it
All on me
We walk it out
To the bedroom
We make sweeeeeeeet love
She was so tight
She screams just right
As I bust a nut
All over her face

I woke up early
To see her face
Baby girl you awake?
She raises her face
My face in horror
*******
*******
This ******* girl
Was a ******* man
**** shots, never again.

Was fun though ;)

I count the days until i see your smiling face
and wrap my hand around your waist.
You arent very far in distance,
but in time your an eternity away.
The memories of us seem so real and current, but im constantly proven they are a fallacy.
I talk to people about the way we used to be, and its always the same "why arent you together?"
As i tell them the truth i appear to remain unphased.
While i walk up the stairs holding myself up, that single tear that falls reveals it all.
My decisions and mistakes of the past haunt my present life.
The times i hear your voice brings a smile to my face even if only for a second.
Then the smile fades as i realize what i have given up.
You hear it in my voice and tell me not to lose hope.
I say i havent when in reality i know the hands of fate have already decided for us.
What i would give if i could see you even just for a short time as friends.
Every now and then your face haunts my dreams showing what i could have had.
You were my first love that i know.
Forever remember me...

Cancer diagnosed
Millions of lives saved
A mother passed away
New medicine discovered
As the doctors/nurses move on

A new born enters the world
Divorce ensues
As a grandfather leaves the world
Wedding on the horizon
As a family moves on

AIDs/*** rampaging through Africa
Supplies and food delivered
Genocide rips a continent
A family partake in their first meal
As God moves on

New civilizations form
World wars destroy
People bought together
Rasicm breaks us apart
As people move on

Trees torn down
A bird takes its first flight
The world slowly dying
Extinct animals walk the earth
As the world moves

My eyes take it all in
My mind dwell on such subjects
My mouth questions the past and future
My soul stands still
When will I move on?

Another night another dream
You stand before me within my grasp
My body trembles, wanting to embrace you
Slowly, I start to drift away
My lips quiver with you name upon them.

"Take my hand." you whisper.
My emotions explode through my body.
"Let me take you away."
My hands extend to reach you.
"To Broadway, to Greece, let's travel the world."
My hands and yours interlock.
"I keep my promises you'll see."
Nothing was left but my room and an imprint of your face.