"poeticpat" poems
I had a desire to dance, enchantedly I danced all night
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
your hands grips the hard wood
drenched in sweat, an irresistible feeling of defeat
barricades your body
I watch you waive your white flag in the clear blue sky
although the colors bring pleasure to my soul
in unison
they are absolutely stunning
I will take your white flag
and
I will burn it to the ground
and watch the ashes dance with the wind
You Will Not Surrender
You Will Not Lose.
Get on both of your feet
Fight those spirits away
DO NOT GIVE UP
Until Your Victory is Proved.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
You are the perfect ending to my Monday
every night of the week
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
I can taste your breath
merged with my smoke
as I inhale to capture
the last wind
that was taken from me
& now I watch you dance away
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
Tonight, I thank you for holding me in my dreams.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
He does not remember paying for my love,
I have the half ripped down the middle
tear smeared receipt
in my hand
as we speak
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
You cause me a fever
and
I sweetly burn
I perspire until my dehydration makes it lovely
to be soaked
in your drenching passion.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
I fell in love with the pain of missing you
and the torture of your smile
embedded inside of my thoughts
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
I have never written about you,
and I never will.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
You have to learn to continuously feed love
or else
love will feed on you.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
I loved you in another space and time
a place where I did not exist
all I lived to breathe was we
the nurture, the soil, the growth
the seed
that we were fixing our hands to plant has now vanished
I am left savagely searching for those promises and words
that still floats in my soul
the free radicals
stripping my bones
from the same nourishment
you once provided
read between my words
within them
my love is somewhere hiding
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- Tribute to Donny Hathaway -
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
He is broken, his pieces
are scattered around and
he blames me for being the
person that found them and
he hates me for knowing
the anatomy of his dismantled puzzle
The pieces that yearns for love
I know how many there are
his parts hiding in the spent years
I know how far they are from
completing him wholly
they only want him to love me
and to defeat the grim that is
imprisoning him
inside of his own reality of insanity
in this severed mind that he has grown to possess
This preciously shattered jar of clay
shining on my marbled floor
I regret not catching him sooner
but his scattered remnants I adore
he is the stars in my lunar
my gravity exists for him
my planets rotate
he is my perfect paradoxical mockery of fate
my most favorite enigma
placing his pieces to the belonged
I am bewilderingly profounded
I must complete before I deliver this masterpiece
of the most beautiful disaster that has fallen upon my hands
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
God said
"All those who are weary and burdened come to me, and I will give you rest. "
His words are the arms that is holding me to sleep tonight.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
you feel my despair
your fingers quench the loneliness
you don't flinch at the touch
I know you've felt it before
fighting the battle
of worth and contentment
love and war
reality and fantasy
my mind paints pictures
and shows movies
that has never touched a screen
yet, I still cannot see
the moral of your story
the focal of the point
its blurry and faint
but the script is still there
the film is still rolling
and the same movie plays
in my mind the same scene
constantly, over again
me yearning for you
needing more of you
hopelessly feening
restlessly dreaming
tossing and turning
in this imaginary love
you aided in me creating
its so warm
and deep
and wet
drenching me completely
in this
mythical story
that you could possibly
no actually
literally
maybe
you could quite love me..
Fin
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
I's don' really know much
only how to cook and clean
fa ma marster's and they chillun
they tries to teach me to read
i's neva liked the white folks edumucation
so I's just stay in the field
spend time with the sun
until the moon comes
and take me on away
das my's only time to heal
from the scars they puts on my skin
from the scars they puts in my mind
from the scars they puts on my family
my brothers and nem
I's wonder all the time
will we ever be free?
I's think of it everyday
cant wait for it to be
Mama always worked in the kitchen
but she has her fav spot
next to the chimney she a sit
listen to the white folks talk
I's pray all the time she ont get caught
one day she heard sumn
mussa been real good
Is seen her smiling
as Jesus himself gon an got mama a new dress
but I's know ha smile na
tha day she sats in a corner listnin'
she hurds them finely' say we's free
we's free
but marster wouldnt let us go
she herd' em tell mistus
he wont let us free till me make sommo'
for thems to eat
but mama hops out that chimey corner
jumps to her feet
I's herd' ha yelling
"I's free I's free'
"then she runs to the field 'gainst marster's will
and tol' all the other slaves n they quit work"
I's seen all the hoes and rakes falls to the dirt
dat nite ma slip out the house
like a banana was at da do'
she hids' in the ditch
I's get snuck out my bed
next I's in mamas arms
I's look at mama's tied' feet
running so fast
to chase her freedom
I's hear shots from *****
dem dogs barking n growlin'
Lord please keep mama safe
and the Lord hears ma prayas'
cause' that nite
afta alls the yelling cryin' n sweating
me and mama
we finely gits away
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
Love flowing as a river
currents of passion rushing to the gulf
of your open wound
somewhere near that place
where your heart use to beat
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
I didn't have to tell you I Love You
my body spoke it for me
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
what is the good in bye?
maybe we will see in time
or somewhere in our dreams
after we close that door or
drop the curtain to end the scene
but you know
this time
my heart doesn't hurt too bad
maybe by human nature
I've adapted to the inevitabilities
I've finally learned to grasp
those things that use to damage my soul so much
but not these days
I see a possible hope twinkling like the oceans in the skies
I see a possible chance of my happiness in the stars that are swimming above our heads
but your firmament always seem to block me
my humility never seems to stop me from making an
absolute fool of myself because for your love that is what I would do
but for my love
am I willing to the the same?
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Searching for the strength
to write again . .
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
LOVE
I promise you
Every time I feel all is well
you take your rusty bucket
and you dry me out
until the last drop
completely drenches your self-serving satisfaction
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
your skin held captive under my hard keratin
I am finding myself
passionately carving my favorite drawing
of this over spilling ecstasy
you easily made
the walls that have been build
Finally I get the pleasure
of knocking them down
passing over
each river flooded by our fears
flowing by our tears
gravity pulling me down
attempting to own me and mark
its estate
my friends think it's crazy
but
It's only the other side of love
others refuse to show
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
I've grown tired of crying myself to sleep at night
soaking my pillow
my mind makes me believe that
somehow
through the currents of my nightly oceans
I master swimming in my sleep
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC