Bodies moving as one
Intertwined by love
Beauty personified
Intertwined by love
Beauty personified
1/10/10
Life's Migration
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Geese are coming home;
I just wish to fly away.
What can I trade for wings?
I just wish to fly away.
What can I trade for wings?
1/9/10
Inmate #28301-035
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Inmate #28301-035,
Another nameless, faceless criminal taken off the streets
within the skip of a hearts beat
Another shameless, brainless hazard to society
Locked up behind bars, for no less than 25 years
To protect the "righteous" members of this community
To keep him away from u and me
Inmate #28301-035, another man walking through the halls of this prison complexity
Another violent offender, another one resisting arrest
Another one refusing to surrender, another plea of innocence
Obviously a lie, no matter how hard he fights and insists
Another one chasing his aspirations, chasing the American dream
Another street corner celebrity with mad street credibility because of a family history of inherited criminality
Inmate # 28301-035, another young black man working on these concrete cotton fields for free
Another American chain gang shackle, another victim of modern day slavery
Another young black king convicted for the darkness of his skin
For the poorness of his wealth, for his mental health, for the prejudice about his kin
Inmate #28301-035, another one sharing a tiny cell
Dividing the crowded space, forced to live with men he can't stand well
He's gotten used to the noise, the struggle, the violence, the putrid smell...of fear...and uncertainty
He used his voice, he tried to reach out, he can't stand this living hell, that has no purgatory
The courts don't care, the warden don't care, the CO's couldn't care less
He's on his own, his family rolled out,
He hasn't seen his son in too long, his life became one big mess, that was once promising and blessed
All there's left now is state issued rags, a pencil, his thoughts and his address, while he sits and prays by his mattress
Once again he's a paper chaser, who is fighting to stay alive to fulfill the dream he sought
Commissionary is too expensive, no money's coming in
So he tries his luck in gambling and hustling, becomes a prison style money maker
A beast among the animals in this struggle for life, doing his own time on his half acre..... of hell
What once was love is not the past, hatred feeds the hater and his lost soul dwells
Inmate #28301-035, u can see through it and reach through it but u can't walk out that threshold
U can't use the phone, u can't use the shower, only one plate at lunch, there's never room for 'I want more' or 'my food is too cold'
In the belly of the beast the dragon pleas to be unleashed
To be released into the crease this paradise of demons, so he can enjoy a century of war.
However the police that wrongfully accused him, are still out there probably smiling underneath, because they are the real theives by stealing a life while not accepting defeat
But u are not forgotten, u are not another statistic, u are not alone
Ur bloodrelated relatives are gone, their dedication to forget u is full grown
They'll remember u when u reclaim ur throne, not realizing ur heart has turned into stone
But in the madness of hell, heaven was sent to ur cell
An upside down smell, on the outside of a paradise dwells
A promise of eternity, tranquility, society's respectability and family stability
Could the complexity of this mystery turn the promise of true love into a futile ability.
Even though you are still a tormented member of this penal facility?
Inmate #28301-035, inmate in this system of reformation
Consciously forgotten by a nation, thinking they can force upon u criminal salvation
On this 2010 slavery plantation, the people ignored the mental picture's deformation
Young black king in this society within a society
A demostration of impropriety and notoriety
Inmate#28301-035, is now your identification, ur confirmation of ur criminal mentality,
who takes on many facets of a brother, husband, and a pillar of strength in this struggle's variety
Inmate #28301-035, I love u with all my heart and I wanted to say...
"Ok, inmate #28301-035 visiting hours are over for today, go back to your cell"
Damn......
Another nameless, faceless criminal taken off the streets
within the skip of a hearts beat
Another shameless, brainless hazard to society
Locked up behind bars, for no less than 25 years
To protect the "righteous" members of this community
To keep him away from u and me
Inmate #28301-035, another man walking through the halls of this prison complexity
Another violent offender, another one resisting arrest
Another one refusing to surrender, another plea of innocence
Obviously a lie, no matter how hard he fights and insists
Another one chasing his aspirations, chasing the American dream
Another street corner celebrity with mad street credibility because of a family history of inherited criminality
Inmate # 28301-035, another young black man working on these concrete cotton fields for free
Another American chain gang shackle, another victim of modern day slavery
Another young black king convicted for the darkness of his skin
For the poorness of his wealth, for his mental health, for the prejudice about his kin
Inmate #28301-035, another one sharing a tiny cell
Dividing the crowded space, forced to live with men he can't stand well
He's gotten used to the noise, the struggle, the violence, the putrid smell...of fear...and uncertainty
He used his voice, he tried to reach out, he can't stand this living hell, that has no purgatory
The courts don't care, the warden don't care, the CO's couldn't care less
He's on his own, his family rolled out,
He hasn't seen his son in too long, his life became one big mess, that was once promising and blessed
All there's left now is state issued rags, a pencil, his thoughts and his address, while he sits and prays by his mattress
Once again he's a paper chaser, who is fighting to stay alive to fulfill the dream he sought
Commissionary is too expensive, no money's coming in
So he tries his luck in gambling and hustling, becomes a prison style money maker
A beast among the animals in this struggle for life, doing his own time on his half acre..... of hell
What once was love is not the past, hatred feeds the hater and his lost soul dwells
Inmate #28301-035, u can see through it and reach through it but u can't walk out that threshold
U can't use the phone, u can't use the shower, only one plate at lunch, there's never room for 'I want more' or 'my food is too cold'
In the belly of the beast the dragon pleas to be unleashed
To be released into the crease this paradise of demons, so he can enjoy a century of war.
However the police that wrongfully accused him, are still out there probably smiling underneath, because they are the real theives by stealing a life while not accepting defeat
But u are not forgotten, u are not another statistic, u are not alone
Ur bloodrelated relatives are gone, their dedication to forget u is full grown
They'll remember u when u reclaim ur throne, not realizing ur heart has turned into stone
But in the madness of hell, heaven was sent to ur cell
An upside down smell, on the outside of a paradise dwells
A promise of eternity, tranquility, society's respectability and family stability
Could the complexity of this mystery turn the promise of true love into a futile ability.
Even though you are still a tormented member of this penal facility?
Inmate #28301-035, inmate in this system of reformation
Consciously forgotten by a nation, thinking they can force upon u criminal salvation
On this 2010 slavery plantation, the people ignored the mental picture's deformation
Young black king in this society within a society
A demostration of impropriety and notoriety
Inmate#28301-035, is now your identification, ur confirmation of ur criminal mentality,
who takes on many facets of a brother, husband, and a pillar of strength in this struggle's variety
Inmate #28301-035, I love u with all my heart and I wanted to say...
"Ok, inmate #28301-035 visiting hours are over for today, go back to your cell"
Damn......
1/8/10
In her eyes
Posted by Unknown with 2 comments
I look into her eyes...but I see nothing there but pools of withdrawal, remorse, and sorrow
In her eyes, she's been hurt by people who she thought she could trust, and she thought it was a must to confide in, and in her heart they would reside in...but was here today, gone tomorrow
In her eyes, she thought those same people would remain in her life.
However, these eyes are the same ones that peeved her, were the same ones that listened and received her, but didn't even trust and believe her
Telling her that they would be here to retrieve her.... but all they did was deceive her.
Over time, these eyes of hers tended to see fantasy rather than reality, full of empty promises.
They tend to feel what they want to feel.
Tend to know what they want to know, but not what SHE wanted to know....and created an eerie pall of sorrow
Why can't these eyes see what is truly there?
Through this crystal stair, they can see those flaws in the surface.
Why can't these eyes finally believe that the people who
Hurt her are the people who are waiting, and hoping and praying to see her fall?
And through it all, will not be there to pick her up.
Why are her eyes full of salty tears as she is given a constant reminder of the pain?
However, these eyes are learning something new.
These eyes are noticing the only few people in her life worth having, and embracing them
The few people in her life that won't make her eyes shed tears of sadness
But a tear of happiness
For these are the people which she can clearly see that will be there for her.
In her eyes, she knows that these people that she trusts will not hurt her and look out for her best interests...being the wind beneath her wings, as she slowly ascends toward the sun in cloudy skies.
And In her eyes, she knows who will last........ forever.
In her eyes, she's been hurt by people who she thought she could trust, and she thought it was a must to confide in, and in her heart they would reside in...but was here today, gone tomorrow
In her eyes, she thought those same people would remain in her life.
However, these eyes are the same ones that peeved her, were the same ones that listened and received her, but didn't even trust and believe her
Telling her that they would be here to retrieve her.... but all they did was deceive her.
Over time, these eyes of hers tended to see fantasy rather than reality, full of empty promises.
They tend to feel what they want to feel.
Tend to know what they want to know, but not what SHE wanted to know....and created an eerie pall of sorrow
Why can't these eyes see what is truly there?
Through this crystal stair, they can see those flaws in the surface.
Why can't these eyes finally believe that the people who
Hurt her are the people who are waiting, and hoping and praying to see her fall?
And through it all, will not be there to pick her up.
Why are her eyes full of salty tears as she is given a constant reminder of the pain?
However, these eyes are learning something new.
These eyes are noticing the only few people in her life worth having, and embracing them
The few people in her life that won't make her eyes shed tears of sadness
But a tear of happiness
For these are the people which she can clearly see that will be there for her.
In her eyes, she knows that these people that she trusts will not hurt her and look out for her best interests...being the wind beneath her wings, as she slowly ascends toward the sun in cloudy skies.
And In her eyes, she knows who will last........ forever.
1/7/10
"Niggas Aint Shit" - Our Response
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You are always telling your girlfriends this nonsense about how "niggas aint shit"
Well... The answer to this is simple...how about you stop dating these "aint shit niggas"
But have you ever sat down and actually reflected on why you sulk and complain about how
you're about to be "on to the next one",
because the current one you have...is just like your last one
and how all of them are just like your past ones, and no one can be "just like your best one"...but your still single?
Maybe it is because you place your standards a little too high,
You want what every body else wants you to have, not seeing past the physical facades
Looking for that swan... but your the ugly duckling
Not but beauty, but by grace
And its a disgrace how you put every dude in this one category but your looking in the same damn place,
when in reality the one that can treat you right and yearns for your embrace...
.is actually right in front of your face.
Or maybe it is because there may be something about YOU that make dudes want to not deal with you for too long.
Its funny how you always play the victim, while spitting the same symptoms of how you became single, but not once have you said what you did.
We're not calling you liars, but we just find it funny how EVERYTIME you're pronounced single its because of what he did, and not what you did, or didn't do.
Or maybe its because you let your last relationship dictate your next.
How you won't take a chance because "you heard it all before" or a situation reminds you of your past mistakes.
So you put up a shield and EVERY dude that approaches you, you start to let him get close,
but then you push them away, and remain unsure because you feel a snake strikes best
when ones guard is down.
Well sweetheart you never know what's in store until you take your hand off the e-brake and put yourself in cruise control,
but your still so mystifyed by what he did to you...
that we can't win.
Yea, we know that you have been
hurt in the past,
But that does not mean you can put us on blast by establishing your opinion too fast,
because you feel that ALL men must suffer because of what a FEW men have done to you.
Because I REFUSE to pay for his mistakes.
And you letting your past affect your futures fate,
While the one that you are destined for will have to wait to partake
because your so busy looking for "Mr. Right, and not "Mr. Right Now",
which explains how your single, not because you choose to be,
but because you WANT to be because if you cannot find tranquility within yourself,
it is useless to seek it elsewhere.
So yea, you keep believing that "niggas aint shit"
All this attitude is going to do
Is turn the good ones away from you.
You do realize that the more you say these 3 words, we take 3 steps back,because we refuse to be attacked for trying to defend ourselves for something that we didn't do
When with all due respect, it might not be these "aint shit niggas" that is keeping you single
the problem might actually be....you
Well... The answer to this is simple...how about you stop dating these "aint shit niggas"
But have you ever sat down and actually reflected on why you sulk and complain about how
you're about to be "on to the next one",
because the current one you have...is just like your last one
and how all of them are just like your past ones, and no one can be "just like your best one"...but your still single?
Maybe it is because you place your standards a little too high,
You want what every body else wants you to have, not seeing past the physical facades
Looking for that swan... but your the ugly duckling
Not but beauty, but by grace
And its a disgrace how you put every dude in this one category but your looking in the same damn place,
when in reality the one that can treat you right and yearns for your embrace...
.is actually right in front of your face.
Or maybe it is because there may be something about YOU that make dudes want to not deal with you for too long.
Its funny how you always play the victim, while spitting the same symptoms of how you became single, but not once have you said what you did.
We're not calling you liars, but we just find it funny how EVERYTIME you're pronounced single its because of what he did, and not what you did, or didn't do.
Or maybe its because you let your last relationship dictate your next.
How you won't take a chance because "you heard it all before" or a situation reminds you of your past mistakes.
So you put up a shield and EVERY dude that approaches you, you start to let him get close,
but then you push them away, and remain unsure because you feel a snake strikes best
when ones guard is down.
Well sweetheart you never know what's in store until you take your hand off the e-brake and put yourself in cruise control,
but your still so mystifyed by what he did to you...
that we can't win.
Yea, we know that you have been
hurt in the past,
But that does not mean you can put us on blast by establishing your opinion too fast,
because you feel that ALL men must suffer because of what a FEW men have done to you.
Because I REFUSE to pay for his mistakes.
And you letting your past affect your futures fate,
While the one that you are destined for will have to wait to partake
because your so busy looking for "Mr. Right, and not "Mr. Right Now",
which explains how your single, not because you choose to be,
but because you WANT to be because if you cannot find tranquility within yourself,
it is useless to seek it elsewhere.
So yea, you keep believing that "niggas aint shit"
All this attitude is going to do
Is turn the good ones away from you.
You do realize that the more you say these 3 words, we take 3 steps back,because we refuse to be attacked for trying to defend ourselves for something that we didn't do
When with all due respect, it might not be these "aint shit niggas" that is keeping you single
the problem might actually be....you
To Live Means To Break
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To live means to break
One's heart for the sake of love;
A couple of doves,
Beaks touching on their way,
Are stepping out in the sun.
One's heart for the sake of love;
A couple of doves,
Beaks touching on their way,
Are stepping out in the sun.
1/4/10
i want to have an affair
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So...I want to have an affair
Yea, we preach against infidelity,
But its my curiosities and your insecurities that make it more intriguing.
I guess that 20 percent, although small, has had a high magnitude and as
You leave for work and as usual we argue, my phone starts furiously ringing.
I guess the feelings have overcome you as well.
Weeks and weeks of just "talking"
Stating the obvious with no action.
Talking a good game, but with no training to adequately back it up...until a knock on my door
So...you come over..
In just a trench coat and some red heels
Just like page 37 in that Zane novel, my fantasies become more vivid.
So..we go to the room and
As you remove your trench coat I realize your wardrobe, mmm,mmm,mmm vickis secret, my favorite brand.
And you take my hand and begin to kiss my neck
The tensions begin to rise because we both know what to expect...and so does my manhood.
So, as we remove each article of clothing, our hands message each others bodys, no need for baby oil because our bodies are covered in each others lust.
I'm feeling young again, because since all she is doing is working, I need to erase this ring rust...its a must
And I begin to think about how, this won't complicate things, because after all of this, it is still considered a fling, so my goal is to make her moan and have her soul scream..in a harmonious melody.
Her body begins to yearn for me as foreplay is not longer enough
We begin the next phase, I lay her on the bed and although silent I gaze into her eyes, and realize that..she wants it rough.
So, yea...I'm having an affair, and it feels goooood. I guess if she wouldve pleased me as she should this scenario would be a "would of" instead of a "might of or could of" but...let's return to our regularly scheduled program
You begin to dig your nails in my back as I go deeper, switching rhythms like a metronome that's unsure of the tempo and as we begin to climax...the sound of keys in the door begin to become more audible.
O shit! She's home...how the hell am I going to find an excuse that is plausible in such a way that I remain credible...images of me saying, "Yea I never seen her a day in my life" or "these earrings are yours " begin to formulate as she is hastily trying to find an exit.
Realizing that there is no way out, my soldier still stout as we begin thinking about, how the hell you are going to get out. And as I find a turtle neck to make the scratches and hickeys obscure, I begin to hear her mouth. "Baby, you still here?"
Now my nervousness becomes fear as her footsteps begin to make its way to the room, and I realize that soon 1+1 =3 will not seem like the right math.
"I'm glad you found your way over, now we can start"...as she kisses her...my mouth agape, I realize that maybe she had the last laugh....or did she...you decide.
Yea, we preach against infidelity,
But its my curiosities and your insecurities that make it more intriguing.
I guess that 20 percent, although small, has had a high magnitude and as
You leave for work and as usual we argue, my phone starts furiously ringing.
I guess the feelings have overcome you as well.
Weeks and weeks of just "talking"
Stating the obvious with no action.
Talking a good game, but with no training to adequately back it up...until a knock on my door
So...you come over..
In just a trench coat and some red heels
Just like page 37 in that Zane novel, my fantasies become more vivid.
So..we go to the room and
As you remove your trench coat I realize your wardrobe, mmm,mmm,mmm vickis secret, my favorite brand.
And you take my hand and begin to kiss my neck
The tensions begin to rise because we both know what to expect...and so does my manhood.
So, as we remove each article of clothing, our hands message each others bodys, no need for baby oil because our bodies are covered in each others lust.
I'm feeling young again, because since all she is doing is working, I need to erase this ring rust...its a must
And I begin to think about how, this won't complicate things, because after all of this, it is still considered a fling, so my goal is to make her moan and have her soul scream..in a harmonious melody.
Her body begins to yearn for me as foreplay is not longer enough
We begin the next phase, I lay her on the bed and although silent I gaze into her eyes, and realize that..she wants it rough.
So, yea...I'm having an affair, and it feels goooood. I guess if she wouldve pleased me as she should this scenario would be a "would of" instead of a "might of or could of" but...let's return to our regularly scheduled program
You begin to dig your nails in my back as I go deeper, switching rhythms like a metronome that's unsure of the tempo and as we begin to climax...the sound of keys in the door begin to become more audible.
O shit! She's home...how the hell am I going to find an excuse that is plausible in such a way that I remain credible...images of me saying, "Yea I never seen her a day in my life" or "these earrings are yours " begin to formulate as she is hastily trying to find an exit.
Realizing that there is no way out, my soldier still stout as we begin thinking about, how the hell you are going to get out. And as I find a turtle neck to make the scratches and hickeys obscure, I begin to hear her mouth. "Baby, you still here?"
Now my nervousness becomes fear as her footsteps begin to make its way to the room, and I realize that soon 1+1 =3 will not seem like the right math.
"I'm glad you found your way over, now we can start"...as she kisses her...my mouth agape, I realize that maybe she had the last laugh....or did she...you decide.
flipping back the pages
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Have you ever gotten out of a situation or a relationship, and later on down the road thought to yourself "What if I was still with that person??" Well this poem stresses that
So as I sit back pondering over the idiosyncrasies of the life that is mine
I often wonder “What if she WAS there?”
What if she never released her underlying grasp, still being the luminary in the blue on which I fancy?
Would life have become more qualitative of the quantitative sort?
Or would it have whittled away aimlessly like the minute sands in the hour glass?
So as you can see, the effect she had on me was profound
Hence as I contemplate, and as my thoughts blemish the sheet which I am scribing with my feelings, thoughts and desires
Time passes and as she is no longer in my presence, I am no longer entranced by her physical appearance
Nevertheless, she crosses the intersection of my cerebellum enabling my mind to go through a mental traffic jam
The cars symbolizing my feelings towards her and the traffic lights symbolizing the pessimistic synergies that have been assembled over the time that we have known each other
In this case they are continuously on red
So I speculate, “Would it ever be the same?”
Would we ever have the same compatibility as we used to?
Or will we disconnect like dawn and dusk?
This is the question that I must answer in the quest for content
Was this the one that got away?
The one who fulfilled my ego
And conquered the mellow meekness of my soul…
If so, then my pursuit for completeness continues in its longevity
Searching for one who possesses the 3-dimensional harmony of looks, intellect, and personality
If not, then perhaps it was in our destiny that our paths become intertwined
Hers mixed with mine becoming a force.
And as I sit, and this sheet is now stained with my thoughts
I’m hoping that a symbol would present itself with the next step
But until then, these idiosyncrasies would just have to remain unsolved...
So as I sit back pondering over the idiosyncrasies of the life that is mine
I often wonder “What if she WAS there?”
What if she never released her underlying grasp, still being the luminary in the blue on which I fancy?
Would life have become more qualitative of the quantitative sort?
Or would it have whittled away aimlessly like the minute sands in the hour glass?
So as you can see, the effect she had on me was profound
Hence as I contemplate, and as my thoughts blemish the sheet which I am scribing with my feelings, thoughts and desires
Time passes and as she is no longer in my presence, I am no longer entranced by her physical appearance
Nevertheless, she crosses the intersection of my cerebellum enabling my mind to go through a mental traffic jam
The cars symbolizing my feelings towards her and the traffic lights symbolizing the pessimistic synergies that have been assembled over the time that we have known each other
In this case they are continuously on red
So I speculate, “Would it ever be the same?”
Would we ever have the same compatibility as we used to?
Or will we disconnect like dawn and dusk?
This is the question that I must answer in the quest for content
Was this the one that got away?
The one who fulfilled my ego
And conquered the mellow meekness of my soul…
If so, then my pursuit for completeness continues in its longevity
Searching for one who possesses the 3-dimensional harmony of looks, intellect, and personality
If not, then perhaps it was in our destiny that our paths become intertwined
Hers mixed with mine becoming a force.
And as I sit, and this sheet is now stained with my thoughts
I’m hoping that a symbol would present itself with the next step
But until then, these idiosyncrasies would just have to remain unsolved...
1/1/10
The woman at the bar
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They stare, Men o pause. . .
As the men suck in their guts
While she passes them.
One by one they approach her
...But she is not interested
As the men suck in their guts
While she passes them.
One by one they approach her
...But she is not interested
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