I love the feeling of being in love
More than I love the love itself
Maybe it’s because I’ve always loved people better than they love me
Or perhaps it’s because the heart can feel better than the eyes can see
I love being in love like a little kid waiting for Christmas morning
Or being cozy at home, looking out the window when it’s storming
A soothing feeling, exciting, yet calming.
It’s comforting knowing that nothing can be done to change where I am
And that’s okay cause I don’t want life to be any different than this
To touch the palm of your hand
To feel the electricity in your kiss
And even if the stars never align
In my heart, I am sure to find
A place where I can go to climb
The heights of your love

I’m still not sure who I want to be
Finding myself in my poetry
Thoughts running deeper than I could even see
Growing darker and colder, like underneath the sea
Losing myself
So I can find my way
More questions than answers
What can I afford to pay
Do I really have a home?
Or am I a stray?
What’s the most important thing
That I can throw away?
Lately I’ve been thinking it’s time
But I still try to rhyme
Making things fit together
Though they may not fit fine

I pray for a day
When we don’t have to turn pain into power
I pray for a day
When we don’t have to feel shame or cower
The sweet promise of freedom
In our stomach turned sour
Massacres and mobs
Hold torches screaming *******

I pray for a day
When we all rise up
Lungs filled with blood or sea water
Will you drink from my cup?
Can you weather the rain?
Can you carry the pain?
Can you listen to the voices
Of the ones that were slain?
Bodies left broken on trees
And pulled to the depth of the seas
Bodies injected with disease
And necks crushed with knees

I pray for a day
When we can grow as one
Power and pride
And second to none
In strength and stride
With no fear of a gun
That can take the life
Of another mother’s son

Love like a river
Unrelenting, strong, consistent
Even if the water gets rough
Even if the muddy below blurs your view
Never stop flowing
And don't focus so much on where you're going
Because rivers change course and become stronger when it rains
Its the reason why we should love even when it pains
Love, and build a city around it
Love, and don't let anyone make you doubt it

Please write back to me and tell me how to protest,
Because I'm terrified of running into a bad cop, or privileged white people thinking they can make a citizens arrests

Please give me something else to do since you don't want me to take a knee,
To silently protest while you sing an anthem that represents you but doesn't represent me

Please teach me how protest ,
So you don't have to reproach me for my lack of decorum,
Give me something that will change the outcome
Cause people are dying and it seems you don't care , how come ?

We defend the indefensible crimes of those paid to protect us, and expect us to sit idly by as they **** us,
Turn on the news and watch
Watch them defend the good ole' boys in blue as they go through our history and berate us

Dear white people,
Why can I not yell and scream ?
To make up for the air taken from George Floyd's lungs as he whimpered I can't breathe

Breathe, an unequivocal human right
A knee to the neck, crushing the passage way,
from his eyes was gone the light
The sight, myself a black man that will raise black sons how can I not stare in fright?

Fright , fear in my heart from the sight
The new Jim Crow or the old one?
No ropes but we are still lynched
No dogs chasing us but still the same plight

Dear white white church,
You're probably the biggest problem of all.
All the political capital and still you don't answer our call.
So focused on abortion rights but don't seem to care about black babies when they get a little tall

Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed
Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed

Every black man and woman killed an image of Christ but it seems you've willed
Yourself into believing that God doesn't see
Your silence, you've been billed!
And no penance can pay the cost you owe
In the pockets of politicians
You've gone so low
Picking a party over people
You thought we wouldn't know ?
Its no surprise that Donald Trump would go to a church posing with a Bible
Appeasing you so
You fill his pockets with dollars so that the calamity never ends

Dear white allies
We appreciate you answering the call
The problem doesn't directly affect you but still you stand and stand tall
You are our professors, elders, neighbors , church members you give your energy , your passion, your privilege and you use it all

Dear white allies,
We're happy to call you friends
The work is far from done
Its never fun but friendships like this never end.

I have died a million times
Master's whip
Has left my back a million lines
Each body left broken
Connections lost
Cut a million vines
Each body left breathless
"I can't breathe" the words screamed a billion times

You always held true
To the things inside your heart
And it costed you

Poetry is the only way out
Of a mind drowning in fear and doubt
I write my own freedom
I write my deliverance

My dear little bird,
don't be afraid to fly
even though so many have dropped to the ground
and you hear them cry

My dear little bird,
don't be afraid to sing
even though the winds may blow
still hold out your wings

My dear little bird,
there's one thing that I know
love and fortune favor the brave,
and experience will help you grow.

Poems about love,

Walking through an evergreen forest
Leaves of yellow and orange and red
The morning sky bursting through the canopy as we sit in our tent drinking coffee
Excited with what today's hike will bring
When you love nature you always want to be close it
Because I love you , I always want to be close to you
The engagement ring in my pocket gives me inspiration
I want to be as tough as the diamonds that crown its head
I want to be for you, as consistent and unending as the ring itself
So here we are, getting closer to nature, closer to each other.
You, unaware of even how much closer, I want to get to you.


Hues of black and blue with ambient lights of vintage setting.
Nights in Paris and Marseilles near the water,  candles lighting our dinner,
The flame giving my eyes the gift of seeing your beautiful face.
Cheese and grapes, chocolate and wine
Yet, the only taste I crave is that of your lips
To smell your perfume and touch your smooth skin.
Your smile , rivaling every star in the night's sky
Your soul, lecturing the moon on how to glow
Your heart, teaching me how to pray.
Because you exist, I know there must be a God out there.
Because you are here with me. I must pray, that God allows me to stay.

Bright lights and tall buildings as far as the eye can see.
We walk along the Hudson hand in hand.
We keep each other warm.
The autumn winds are cold but I hold your hand in mind. your sweet precious fingers grasp mine
You may not notice it, or maybe you do?
You stare into the horizon but here, I pull you close
I kiss you, as if we were in a movie
Nothing in the world do the Angels pay closer attention to than this kiss
Because as I surely live, so would I die for you.
As surely as my heart beats, it skips a beat when I am with you.

I started writing poetry,
Because I liked a girl

I wasn't sure if she liked me back
And insecure of the things I lack

My poem made her blush and smile
So I've been writing poems for a while

We are not who they thought we were
They do not remember us, but we wear no disguise
They call out a name, they see resounding nothingness in our eyes
Same soul, same heart,
Sill chasing after the same prize
No thought of glory nor glamour
Just a fire, like a blazon sunrise
We came for the fight
We are not afraid, no, we are fear itself
We are not the ships you brought us in
We will not move with the wind, no, in fact
We command it.
We? seeds.
Buried so deep.
Under the pressure, beat down
under the water, destroyed
but in the dead of winter we rose
We are not who you thought we were, a seed, no more
You do not remember us no,
it doesn't matter. Be ready for the war.

My poetry is calamity !
I wish I didn't have to write
I wish I didn't have the sight
I wish I didn't see the fight
And that's why I write !
My poetry is despair
I pen my greatest thoughts when I'm running out of air
I can pull lightening out of a bottle and hold it in my hand when I'm facing fear.
My poetry is anger
In the trenches
teeth clinched, face covered in blood
Enemies closing in on me. Fight or flight!
Adrenaline a gatling,  will I fight or will I run?
God didnt give me wings that work
But is the answer the gun?
My poetry is war
Mankind hath not shown me an answer
The bible gives me freedom yes but before the son of man comes back will I see a cure ?
My poetry is the blood pumping through my veins, the electricity running down my spine
My poetry is the cold, calculated sting of a viper, coiled and ready to strike.
I don't write because I want to
I don't write because I feel to
I write because my only defense to a world so cold
Is the truth so bold
I write because crying about the world would send me to an early grave.
I write to inspire you to follow and yourself you might save.
I write because my days are numbered and because its freedom I crave.

What a fire it was
that burned down in our souls
Like a candle, bright flame
exuding heat like burning coals
The candle burned bright
The only light on a dark night
My only protector, a dark knight
No vision, no moonlight
The sands of time, crashed on our flame
The cry of love did not sing our name
The light faded, a flickered flame
We loved and lost
We lost the game

As a cloud, with you I am light
the sun shining through, the blue sky for sore eyes is a sight
my soul a quivering hand slowly pulling back on the string of a bow
the arrow aiming only at your heart, a heart of golden beads pressed down and melted over a fire created by your soul so beautifully collected, a portrait painted by years of experiences and hurt and pain, a mural of life enticing a lust for life that can only be satiated by your smile.
my soul under duress, my mind running like a river
In my heart is conjured rough seas on a stormy night, no view of the shoreline but hands on the wheel, sailing, in my mind tough times, thunder and lightening thoughts of falling and failing.
I however though, shoot that arrow
I forever, aim for your heart.

The moment I lost faith in the red, white and blues
is the moment 20 kids died in their school shoes
How could I expect the heart of people to be cold and so offended
just at the sheer possibility of gun rights getting amended
Sandy hook made us look,
Even here in Great Mills we felt chills
They see the damage that guns do
but don't blame weapons, they blame pills
they blame the finger the one that fills
the space between the gun and the trigger
they blame a lone wolf, a lonely kid,
"he was always kinda weird, we're not surprised at what he did"
why'd he have an AK? the constitution says it's OK
why'd he an M16, we look above and below the facts but never in between
the loss of young life, we should never defend
we cannot control people, but we can control guns, we should never pretend
too much blood has spilled, too much innocence lost
we have to make sure it ends, we cant pocket the cost
We should have the right to protect who we love
but America has to choose what it loves

Hunt,  find , spill
Blood running like lava
Your spine is cold , the thrill
Your eyes dilate, the pill
Your teeth sink in, the ****
You tear flesh from bone, you fill
You're satisfied but still
You hunt, you stalk, you ****

The heart is a liar
And is prone to mistakes
I mean it spends all its time beating
Tick tock tick tock, it cant slam on the brakes
It cant find the time to stop and think
Else I might be on the brink
So the next time your heart tries to tell you what to do
Tell it no can do
Listen to reason
Unless your logic is shot
Then that can fail you too

Constructing a place inside my mind
Where I can think, where I can find
A place for poetry , words sweet release
A place to hone my inner peace

In life we must fight
But will we ever stop
To smell the roses?

I love a body, with a mind to match
a spark to burn,
a fire to catch
a flame to light, the view so bright
the elctric spark, a cloud a kite
the night is dark....still what a beautiful night

Do not date a caterpillar
helpless, curious, full of wonder and wow
Potential through the skies and promise of beautiful wings one day but now
It feeds on you, destroys you, leaves you with holes and then one day
after it's taken everything it needed from you, spread it's new wings and fly away.

The world is too big
And I, too small
So I rely on my God
To understand it all
My mind can't seem to comprehend
the things that aim, the world to end
or bring the knees of an African to bend
or millions of jews to the fire send
my neurons a gatling gun , my eyes ascend
my fist I raise, with the heavens contend
God I trust you, all good all powerful, but me You won't defend?
Am i a fool to love you till my end?
I can't understand it all,
all this hate, to a bullet or a noose will I fall?
but still instinctually all I do is call
Call on a good God

I've spent so long trying not to feel
But you,
you made me feel
My heart a fortress, and you broke the shield  Unaware of the power you wield
Unaware of your strength,  your steel
In awe of your beauty , you queen must I kneel?
Your heart , I must steal
The consequences worth the deal
Your love helps me heal
Thanks, you found a cure
I was hiding behind the wall
But you made me feel

The best part of love is the smiles
The one that says everything is going to be alright
Even on the coldest of stormy nights
When the last leaf of autumn begins to fall My faith in us will not waiver  
Even with weakened hearts we will stand tall We will give our all, because  New leaves will bud again Death does not mean the end

I pray ,
That if tonight is the night
That my heart is right
Free from fear and fright
Ready to roar, ready to fight

Nights awake, I remain haunted
I've searched the underside of every asteroid, and even the darkside of the moon
The entirety of the vastness of the universe and still I find no clues

She, a fruit, and of every tree in the garden, only of her I choose
She, with her beauty, garners a million possible suitors but me she chose
I hold her heart in my hand, unwrap it softy and the inside glows
I squeeze it in the palm of my hand, sweet nectar flows
It's a golden caramel color and I, the first that knows
my insecurity is my nakedness, her love covers me like clothes
If I had a chance to hold the world in the palm of my hand
I would much rather hold her heart I suppose.

Stop telling me
that love is beautiful
Just cause,
it was good to you

In my thoughts
I read the lines
I feel like
I've lived a million times

aware of my depravity
pressed down by the gravity
kept down by the havoc it spills actually
it's sweet like a cavity
it'll confront you callously,
it'll tactically relieve you of your faculties

aware of my depravity
seeing how it got to me, seeing how it held hold of me
No plan of letting go of me, feeding me feelings of apathy
my demons parade me, pageantry , steal from me, give me fantasy
somebody send the cavalry, somebody take this pain from me
somebody save myself from me, give me back my captaincy.

How am I supposed to explain...the pain
to someone that wouldn't lend an ear...to hear
my fear about towards people in blue....who to you
seem like heroes, people who do.....only what they have to
You admit that some are corrupt, some aren't right
but black people need to coop, you think we always fight
against people that carry guns? have all the might?
historically oppressing people of color, have been the plight
I have done nothing wrong, but still my hands I raise
heart beating out of my chest, eyes are glazed
I feel them filling up, and I'm amazed, that I feel total fear
I feel depraved, but I have done nothing wrong,
is being black, just enough to play the song, to take us back
to Jim crow and his friend, ancestors in a shack,
shackled up by their hands, feet and on their back
is the American dream, American promise,
It said I promise you can be free, I promise
but here I am 200 years later,
flashing red and blue lights behind me, light a light saber
I smile, I'm courteous, I'm kind, put on my best behavior
hoping I'm not sent to meet my maker
because I've done nothing wrong

Holy Holy is The Lord God almighty
We stand together to sing His praise
You say you love Him, but to me I'm amazed
That you can Love God but sin against your brother,
and remain totally unphased
I can write essays about how you sit and dispraise
the opinions of  your brothers and sisters
Or sit silently with uncomfortability in your gaze
Your lack of care to the matter is unsettling, it begins to abrase
at my love for you all, it sets me ablaze
The Lord you love spoke to the woman at the well
but when you talk to me, I don't always feel as if you mean well
I'm not calling you a racist, but your uncomfortability shows
That you want diversity, without discussing adversitiy
or seeing that still the cold winds of your ancestors blows
You hide behind the politics of your mom and your dad
Trump got elected, you couldn't say you were glad
Because people in your fellowship hurt, and that's always bad
but at home there's excitement, tax dollars to be had.
you hide behind your politics. I hide behind my God,
you hide behind your privilege, I will call you a fraud
I am hungry, didn't feed me
Chained, you didn't free me
But you serve a God of the oppressed
I am thankful that He won't say that you didn't see me.

Find a mountain
Begin to climb
begin to find, your strength inside
your fingers weak, the air is thin
the rocks are cold, it numbs your skin
but continue to climb, to reach the shrine
a valley on a mountain, from the gods, a sign
Cause nothing worth having, is easily retireved
so climb your mountain, your gift, receive

Nature, is such a teacher
each season, voices loud as a preacher
how life can be hard, as cold as winter
but to drop your leaves, for it's not summer
to wait til spring, each raindrop will sing
you can answer each call, to prepare for fall,
because winter is coming again
but be sure, the winter will end
Because if it's one thing, I've learned, and seen before
The leaves of the trees will shed,
They'll drop to the floor, turn orange and red
but just because the branches of a tree is barren,
doesn't mean that the trees are dead.

Your beauty adds color
to a life that once saw no meaning
A soul circling the globe, lustful eyes gleaning
a passion, a purpose, a price, all for the loss
one's life leaning, to the echo, the beat of a drum
the vibration, fleeting
life, like the flame on a candle, flickering
without the air I am nothing, with the air, I am gone

With all your wisdom you guide me
Strong as oak, you stand beside me
Roots deep in the ancestral plain
Battle tested bark sworn to take the pain
You great oak, you my mother
You've withstood the test of time
To make sure that I could have mine

Hoping the horizon is blue
Even if it's disguised as grey
And that every day I woke up I pray
That on the seashore where I lay
The water will be as clear as day
And the trees will be as green as May
The sand as light as clay
And with me good company will stay
Even if the horizon is blue or grey

The nights are dark and the winds are cold

Lightening cracks the night sky as this story unfolds

The troops flood the streets as the hour brings war

As the moon hides behind the clouds as the thunder roars

Welcome to the city

I hope you enjoy your stay,

You will find no peace, no joy, just enemies in your way

This City dwells inside me, it beats in my chest

This City is what controls me, at my worst and at my best

And me, I am just a mere soldier in this city

Constantly fighting for what is right

Constantly trying to please my God, to steer this vessel towards the light

But Death lurks, around every corner , behind every door

waiting opportunity against me, to knock me to the floor

And as fate would have it I am captured,

I become a causality of war

And as I feel it, I scream it’s over

It’s not worth fighting anymore

Because I wanna do right, but within me, I feel this poison in veins

That stops me in my tracks, that puts me in chains

So now look at me, a prisoner in my own city

No power, no control, just empty hands and a soul growing cold

They chained my hands and feet so I’d have no control

And over my eyes where i’d receive my sight they put a blindfold

Powerless and helpless I sit and I cry, my city has turned against me

And the question is why? Is there another law in my members warring against of my mind

And now I sit in my slavery, wondering where is the divine?

Wondering will I ever realign? Or am I cut from the vine?

Am I all out of power?  Is this my final hour?

I feel the tears run down my face, and I sense devourer

I taste that bitter taste, anything but savory, it’s sour,

It’s the taste of the defeat, it rains on me, it showers

Oh wretched man that I am, I deserve this end

All of sin’s fiery attacks, I can’t defend

Forgiveness is out my reach, Cause the sin I fall into, I once too often breach

I, a soldier of my city, must watch it fall,

I, defender of my city, will lose it all

But then I hear the words, whisper, softly in my ear

There is therefore no condemnation, to them who draw near

The voice became louder, and then it was made clear

That there was a name by which I could be saved, A name that all feared

The king came down, cloaked in his light

The battle ensued, a spectacular fight

My chains were broken, and I regained my sight

And what I saw on that stormy night

Was unimaginable

What i saw was the King of Kings at war, with his sword in his hand

With his Seraph army behind him, nothing short of grand

A thousand miles a way I stand, yet his light so bright, I covered my eyes with my hand

And there I Stand , at the epicenter

Watching my God fighting for my heart

The warring King of Glory

Who loved me from the start

So, if you believe that God is love,
How can you also believe that God hates a group of people
On Jan 4th 1861 Bishop reverend A. Verot got behind his pulpit and defended the right of white people to own slaves,
By adding "the will of god" to the civil war, it added a new level of desire to fight, and one can argue that without the church there may have never been a civil war. Supremacy sanctioned by God was preached in churches across America and the effects of it are still seen today.
Open letter to church goers that go to church every sunday, wednesday and Saturday night and for generations have been using the bible to oppress people of color
I don't know who's the god that you worship but I bet I can make a couple assumptions about him
I bet your god grew up in kentucky, Virginia, Tennessee, Alabama
I bet your god chews tobacco and owns a Chevy pickup truck
I bet your god watches Fox news, loves Bill O'Reilly, voted for John McCain, I bet your god, is a politician
that would rather massive tax cuts for the wealthy while so many in this country live in poverty
I bet your god loves war, I bet your god steals oil from other countries, kills innocent civilians and says it's all in the name of peace
I bet your god founded the war on drugs, I bet your god thinks all mexicans are rapists and some he suspects are good people
I bet your god's high school served racism in the cafeteria and offered hate speech like it offers french and spanish I bet your god
I bet your god has a ******* tattooed on his left arm and a confederate flag on the right,  I bet your god considered people of color to be inferior, I bet the only verse in your god's bible is Colossians 3:22, that said, “Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh, not serving to the eye, as pleasing men, but in simplicity of heart, fearing God.” I bet your god wrote the cornerstone speech, I bet your god is a confederate generals *******
I bet your god has a drinking problem, I bet he sees the bottom of a shot glass more than he sees his own children, I bet your god only serves american interest , I bet your god saw it right to massacre millions of indigenous people to spread from coast to shining coast, I bet your god saw it right to capture, torture and enslave millions of african people so that america would become a superpower and then turn around and tell their ancestors that they have to stand for an anthem that says "no refuge can save the hireling or the slave from the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave"
I bet your god considers silent protest disrespectful and calls people animals when they riot
I bet your god would've re-written genesis, and created eve without a mouth and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine that he would continue to tell her that she would never ever be good enough to be in
I bet your god doesn't know about any other place on the globe besides america
I bet your god is afraid to talk about race, and that's why you are too
I bet your god has stolen my God's identity and is buying pieces of heaven on his amazon prime
But I got a message for you for the next time you bend down on your knees and pray to your god, tell him, that my God is looking for him

The things I love include
Sunsets on a Friday evening and stargazing on a Friday night

Barber shop conversations
Talking to people about politics and sports
so in essence Barber shop conversations
I love going tubing and playing other water sports
Even though I can't swim, but so far I haven't drowned so  far so I'll keep winging it
I love when people jump in after me when I'm drowning
Not only literally but figuratively
When I am submerged in fear as if it were water
When my heart beats against my chest as if it were trying to break free
When my neurons fire like a gatling gun, you my heroes, you save me from me
I love cocoa puffs, a lot
I also love when black women wear there hair in afros or puffs because it's something beautiful about all the shades of black and brown
I love Sunday morning church and Sunday afternoon lunch with family
I love ice cream
maybe because it is the closest thing to love I've ever found
Cold and sweet
it reminds me to enjoy the simple things in life because they won't always be around
I love girls with pretty smiles, and tasteful laughs
Brown eyes with a big heart
I love looking up at a night sky filled with stars and a heart wide open
and feeling, and knowing that God exists
I love talking to people that suffer with depression
I know that may be an odd confession but it's something real in the words they say
They see the world as it is not as it should be
Instead of hiding their flaws, their burdens , they show them so clearly
They remind me to be honest about me
Some things I love
Orange juice
Plantains, not bananas, plantains

I love SEEING black people in Unity
Whether it's to start a government or tear one down
With their hands over there hearts or knees on the ground
I don't care because for too long we as a people have been divided
So to stand for something, or to stand against something,
To run for president, and not from the KKK
To put our knees on the ground so the police doesn't put a knee in our backs
To put knowledge in our heads to prevent bullets in our bodies
I love seeing a room full of people, dressed to a tee and in one accord
I love seeing it as much as I love hearing Nat King Cole's "Chesnuts roasting on an open fire  while drinking a cup of hot chocolate
on Christmas eve , next to the fireplace, surrounded with family
These are some things I love

Knock knock knock
On that old wooden door
It's open, it creaks , someone steps onto the wooden floor
Creak creak creak
The shadowy figure draws closer,
A light a shadow, a sound
This menace seeks disaster
A whoosh of his jacket , his blade shimmers off the light
I look through the peep hole of my closet
I stare in awestruck quiet fright
Anxiety , pressure , take's a hold
I breathe, I breathe , I breathe I can't control
If anyone's going to take my life
It's going to be me, I'll end my strife
If this theif came to take my soul today
There's going to be a price to pay
Impulses , I dash, I charge , I scream
Uncaring that thing's may not be what they seem
I reach for his throat, I grab his blade
I throw him down, his light must fade
The light of the window reaches his face
I look , I see myself in place .

I love her, from her head to her toes
The way she dances, the way her body flows
Like water, through me, exposing me
Leaving me open, leaving my thoughts without clothes

Her hair is like the night
Dark, and strong,
whether she wears it curly or straight, she couldn’t go wrong
Her mind is like the moon
It shines light in my dark,
it gives meaning, full of ideas it embarks

Her lips are like a cloud
at least they take me to a cloud
And I don’t deserve them, they humble me whenever I’m too proud
And after every kiss, I get to watch her smile,
After every kiss, I get to hold her in my arms a while
After every kiss, I can imagine her walking down the aisle

Her laugh is pure happiness, it brings peace to my soul
vibrations of energy reach my ears
A song from a heavenly home

I save the best for last, her smile is like the sun
Life giving essence, certainly the quintessence
of what God desired when he created love
Something that can only be explained as something unexplainable
But something that fills my heart and my soul
But I desire all of you, and you, every night to hold

The lonely is the only place I go
probably because isolation is the only friend I know
Broken-hearted but kindness is the only feeling I show
Because the saddest people find a way to smile til tomorrow

With a damaged heart and a wounded soul
I find the strength to breach the cold
Eyes red with tears, heart full of pain
My mind is lost, fighting to be sane
Intrepid but my heart is no fool
Wise old soul, experience's school

The lonely know the wilderness best
The lonely are the kindest, the saddest, the wisest