No one hears You (co-written with Prentiss Dantzler @Scholar_357)

Love Me!
No one hears you…
Love Me!
No one cares for you…
Love Me!
No one understands that it was your rhythmic circuitry that brings existence.
That existential monitoring life came from your robust plight,
Altering actions caused ejaculations circumcising your magnetic pulse,
Pulsating as you said him to….
Love Me!

So he entered in a cosmic journey into your vortex, no latex, just pure sex.
He tumbled in your galaxy until he found your Milky Way,
He sought thoughts of your Nuva ring around Saturn spinning in your eclipse,
So with this he found a new constellation he named Orgasmic,
Climatic as you said to him, Love Me!

He dug deep into your graveyard reaping grimly the epitome of his masculinity,
It was the melanin in your skin that made me look deep within,
So I chew spearmint spearing any sentiments of time spent.
Painting color into your pigment. Hoping that you will….Love Me!

Love you??
How can we hear your faint beckoning as you constantly and consistently carry yourself as a
Scantily clad façade of what you once were
Going to clubs to swindle men out of a couple drinks with nothing but an ass shake and a smile
So we perceive it as, the more you take off, the more we listen
As we objectify your existence, but it seems that
you have already objectified yourself within

Love you??
How can we even begin to heed your request
And hear your moans that indicate your detest
When to get our attention you lean over and show the cleavage between your breast
Which makes us think…but with the wrong head

How can we love you for what you possess,
When you flaunt what’s under that dress
And you wonder why you are under constant duress
From us to get in the sheets
And you claim that “Niggas Aint Shit”,
But you deal with these ain’t shit niggas out in these streets

I beg of you to remember that it is supposed to be a woman who makes a man complete
So make an attempt to focus on the words that he speaks, instead of the shoes on his feet
Dress conservatively so we can look at you in your eye first and
Then, and only then will our views begin to intertwine regarding your self-worth,
Worthy of royalty, with the stench of purity sweating over your neck.

I also beg of you to disrespect acts of neglect,
Reverb degrading remarks of marks rewriting taunts in your nerves,
I beg of you to reposition your stature so he knows even a statue speaks to some people,
And your silence stands on a steeple, screaming one day he will revere you as his equal.
I beg of you, see the blessing of your birth to give birth,
And one day he will truly…Love You.

In a Sentimental Mood

In my house
Listening while sitting by my window,
As the raindrops reverberate on my window sill
Inspiring thoughts cross my mind
Poetic scriptures of yesteryear commence to formulate within my soul causing the ink to flow on this canvas
And it puts me in a sentimental mood
And as these sentiments begin to sediment I lie sentient, and all that is left are my thoughts.

Thoughts of the poets before me,
the Angelous, Dunbars, and Hughes, and
how they paved the way so that the words that I speak and the blood that flows from my pen onto this sheet
are heard, read and understood
Because in order to hone and appreciate your passions you must remember those who made it possible

Thoughts of those mysteries of life that continue to baffle even the most brilliant of philosophers
and how the answer to those mysteries are right in front of our faces,
but we are so blind to the vision that even 20/20 is a mystification

Thoughts of those who told me that I would never amount to anything,
who said that I was worth just as much as the hallowed grounds that I grew up on.
And told me jail or dead is the only future I should aspire and cling on
And to this day those words continue to cling on to me as I remember
Humble beginnings of a man who transcended all false beliefs

So while what you see is a man, what lies in my spirit underneath are my desires

The desire to finally meet the woman of my dreams,
who possesses that sought out trinity of brains beauty and personality,
who can look through all of my inequalities and find purity through any sliver of dust….
who loves me for what I am…and not for who I was…

The desire to become successful.
Playing dog catcher in this dog-eat-dog world and remaining a step ahead of the carpenter that is the media.
Not falling into the pitfalls of those social conformities that make people of distinction seem so eerily alike as uniqueness remains in extinction because real people are a rarity.
And it is that scarcity that causes me to be different

So as I sit, all of this crosses my mind, thoughts and desires intertwine both depressing and sublime
The rains stops falling and the drops stop beating on my windowsill,
But just that mental photograph will be etched in my heart
Long enough such that as the sands slowly fall from the hourglass,
I will continually dwell upon those things that put me in a sentimental mood.

African Queen

African Queen
“Just like the sun…lights up the earth, you light up my life”
Words never rang so true about her
For she embodies all that would make any man sink to their knees..
From her ebony skin to her rich full bodied hair…
If her touch was labeled as forever then I have entered the realm of infinity
She possesses that sought after trinity of beauty, brains and personality
And it is that compatibility that draws me to her

“The only one I’ve ever seen, which a smile so bright”
With the uncanny ability to illuminate a room with her beautiful smile while,
Making me feel giddy inside as if I’m a child…damn she drives me wild.
As I think about her I wish I can clutch to her as women clutch handbags
Encapsulating every essence of our experience as if it was our last.

She is African beauty,
That all natural no frills, come as you are, beauty
That “You don’t even need make up or jewelry” to turn heads beauty
That “God broke the mold, when He made you” beauty
If beauty is skin deep then you are close to the bone…
With a style so pure, it is personified by elegance and confidence,
As you gracefully saunter because you know that you are from royalty
She is… my African Queen….

I had a dream

I had a dream...
That it was just me and you alone, as we
Slow danced to the ocean waves as our feet sunk into the sand while,
Staring into each other’s eyes as the crescent moon is our only source of illumination
Etching into my mind this mental illustration, hoping we can stay here forever,
I had a dream…
That Time stood still as if the earth orbits around our memories
Our hearts synchronized in the same cadence as if we were one in the same.
Our love for each other set adrift aimlessly in the right direction
And as I think about this encapsulated moment of perfection
I digress…
Because it was all a dream
I woke up from this dream,
And I realize that it was what it was
Just a figment of my imagination as we
Meet each other in person but we struggle to remember each other’s name...
But I can feel the connection that we would have
If our paths intertwined
If by some strange instance in time you were mine…
But I can only hope….I can only wish…..
But I know that happiness….
Is just a dream away….

Humble Beginnings

Contrary to what you may see and believe…I come from humble beginnings
My life hasn’t always been flowers growing and birds singing
But more of a trying upbringing, filled with tears and broken promises
“Whats humble?”
I will gladly tell you
Humble
Is growing up in a house with 3 people, and having only enough money to make one meal a week and make it last… praying that the cornbread rises because we couldn’t afford eggs to put in the recipe…because that was what was left until the WIC check came in
Humble
Is being taken away from my parents, and placed into custody of someone who made my life a living hell
Humble
Is wearing hand me down clothing that was a couple sizes too small, because your foster mother spends your check elsewhere.
Humble
Is choosing the option of selling drugs to put money in my pocket so that I can provide for my little brother because that was the ONLY way you was gonna get money.
Humble
Was being able to muscle a smile through the pain, while holding false hope as we thought this situation would never cease
Humble
Is crying myself to sleep hoping that each day would get better
Humble
Was getting through it alone, just me and God
No one to talk to…
No one to confide in…
No one to trust…
Because everyone thought I was crazy because she was a “nice lady”
Humble
Is being able to swallow the bullshit and take the punches as they were given.
I look at my life now…
And I think of where I came from
And while I can proclaim how blessed I am, I can lose everything in a heartbeat
So I take life one day at a time, while constantly thinking of my humble beginnings.

Old Flame Emotion

Have you ever thought about an ex?

Or even have an ex as a friend?







My feelings are all over the place

Even more as the day progress

Trying to figure out this conundrum

That drifts back to a romance blossom,



An old flame, from a wilted candle

Ancient emotion has risen into temptation

Wrapped me up in a silent vow

And makes me forget here and now,



Despite all the hurry all around

Little details sit idly in my mind

Chaining the time inside

While the world spinning outside,



Both love and lust, pulses through my soul

Reigniting the past, getting those sparks to roll

Invading ability of thoughts to conform

Dragging them over a huge brainstorm.



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Elevators

The elevator of life



Elevators

A convenient way

To reach our destination.



The elevator of life however

Is not as convenient or simple

As up is down the path of delusion,

And down looks up toward awareness.

The open door button is the negativity that you let into your life,

Thus ruining the insides

The close door button represents your pride,

How you wouldn’t let everyone see through you at risk of being seen as vulnerable

So as you see someone running trying to catch your life’s elevator

You close the door….



And sometimes your elevator breaks down

But you refuse to take the stairs because you realize that they do not possess that adamantine luster

Because you was mystified in thinking that it was crystal.

As much as we hope that our elevators are different…..realize that they are all going in the same direction

Some go up, some down, some start at the ground floor and some….start at the basement

But just like in life, an elevator doesn’t stay down…..something or someone wants it to go up



So as we accept the journey of the ups and downs that is our life,

The elevator finally stops.

Capturing serenity through balance.

She

She…

Is a beautiful black woman who knows what she wants out of life

A beautiful head upon positive shoulders

A sister, friend, aunt and inevitably…a wife

That is what she is



She…

Is constantly physically and even metaphorically portrayed as a,

Scantily clad façade of pride who is only appreciated more, when she takes off less

When approached my men, she knows they are thinking about how she looks under that dress

Because of her coke bottle figure and her perky breasts

Under constant duress because the media made her this way

Made her to feel as if she isn’t a person, but an object

Because of porn videos, music videos and reality TV.

And to her dismay whatever reputation she has established,

Would demolish at the mere sound of “make it rain trick"



She…

Is constantly reminded that she is not beautiful

Because every ad, tv show, movie, and magazine portrays what society considers beauty

Has truly taken away from the true denotation of the word

Sex sells and those with a nice body, make the most commission

So it is her mission to get like those women on TV



…But it isn’t what she….looks like



So she starts dieting, and working out,

Wearing make- up and changing her wardrobe,

because of what the media has etched in her head…

Wearing lip gloss and eye liner to bed, JUST so she can look good in the morning



She isn’t she….anymore



She…

Is now a mere shadow of what she used to be

She… has allowed herself to fall victim to the “Barbie”, Top Model and “Maybe it’s Maybelline” America

She...would now rather listen and pay more attention to Nicki Minaj, than Nikki Giovanni

Now a pawn in life’s game of chess and the mover of the pieces is society

She…has now taken on a new identity to conform to the “formalities” that the media has deemed “current”

She…has forgotten where she has come from

And although her parents brought her up right…even she….couldn’t escape…..

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Tribulations of Life

In this dog-eat-dog world that surrounds us

We sometimes brake down and fall

We try too hard to satiate the approval of all

And sometimes we feel that those who stand above us

Can make us seem unimportant and small

So we begin to tremble under the weight of the problems that,

like a paperweight, holds us down



We maintain a smile on the outside but that smile is really a concealer to our frowns

And when we start to collapse there seems to be no one around

So you feel as if you are alone…as if you knocked a tree over...and no one hear its sound

So, we’ll hide away in corners

Put upon ourselves pain

Walking thru life’s thunderstorm without anything to guard us from the rain

Realize that although the way you feel towards those idiosyncrasies of your life are of disdain

No one is immune to the trials we face in life… we all must suffer the same



So although we may struggle

And yes we sometimes slip and fall

Just know that I’ll stand by your side

I’ll stay with you through it all

And if while riding the wheels of life you feel yourself tremble

Or even brake down to the point where your feet are scraping the ground

I’m your shoulder to cry on, your spare tire, there to pick you up

And I’ll always be around



Yes, We all have our faults

Our valleys, our hills, ups and our downs

We cant always smile all the time

Everyone has to go through their fair share of frowns

No, no ones perfect

And no one is the same

We’re in this world together

And although in distinct levels, we are all playing the same game

We try to fight in this world the best way we could,

but it always seems to be on the mode to attack

Sometimes we’re not strong enough though

or we feel that are too many things we lack

But realize that although it seems as if you are in a corner, and everyone seems to turn its back

This minor setback is just a setup for a great comeback



If we stick together through thick and thin

No matter whats to come

With faith and trust in our Lord and Savior

Anything in His will can be done

Trust, we all get those bad times

Those times where all is lost



But giving up on your passions would just be at a greater cost

Each and every one of us goes through a part in our lives that is tough

But I promise it will get better..just don’t you ever give up


But when you feel like you want too

just please remember this

One can die at any time…

Without anything else to give

But it takes a strong person to keep their head up, keep the faith....and live

Scars

I’m sick and tired…..

Of people staring at me as if I have a red stain on my white shirt and not in my eye in respect

But what can you expect when you have visible scars?

When the first thing people do among first glance…is stare at your forehead…

My first impression is to question your maturity,

but what gives me the authority to not act normally

When what is just a blemish is now my biggest insecurity.

Oh how I wish these were just hidden in obscurity

And I can erase that accident and the effects of it away from me



But….more than ever I realize that now….these scars…..are part of my identity

A visual testimony...

Of strength

Of God working to prove..that I am not done yet….

So….continue to stare….continue to question

Yea….to me it is more of a personal transgression

But your minute obsession and facial expression as you try to process the congestion of marks on my skull….flatters me

Because what you may consider as an imperfection

I see….as a blessing

Why

Why?



I sit here

Pondering, thinking to myself

Why?

Yes…that is a vague question and a

Satirical subject with a plethora of predicates

So how would one go about answering this type of question?

I will try and I won’t be too delicate



Why?

Do we live in a society where our role models are those who speak false truths

Modern day coons, who instead of wearing black face have tattoos…

Who would rather shuck and jive, turn their swag on with their sagged skinny jeans

In videos with women whom we all would want in our wildest dreams

Then speak the truth

Why…do artists like Nas and Wyclef who actually speak about the translucent truths

Do not sell records while the ones that are….are just saying empty words



Why?

Do we focus more on the “realities” of TV as way to escape our personal reality

How the water cooler discussion is about Darwin and Melanie and not about “How is your family?”

When in all actuality, the real true tragedy is that we face, are hidden by images of

A celebrity getting married or the latest Jersey Shore fight



Why?

Do more people apply to be on shows like American Idol and The Real World,

Than apply for colleges where they can utilize their talents for the real world?



Why?

Do we use our fingers to speak our mind?

Trying to get a point across by use of a text and we assume that these messages would convey the emotion…..of a voice

And although we have a choice, we choose what is convenient

Maybe I’m being too lenient

But why should we get upset over a 40 character message that truly has no meaning?



Why?

Do we live in a world where we spend beyond our means?

Where one faces the dilemma of paying their rent, or buying these jeans

Paying their phone, or buying these foams

Why must you sacrifice things that you need

On something that you will not use everyday?





Yes….What I am writing is just words on paper with no true meaning

And words do not mean a thing unless there is some action

But it doesn’t mean that I will allow myself to let the mainstream be a distraction

To let them dig their feet and leave traction in my skin

Yes my words are powerless

But hey, someone had to begin



Yes, even I have done some of these things,

I am not a perfect guy

But have ever sat back and truly looked at some of the things you do and ask yourself




Why??

Mindset

Marching onward and searching forward
As I look toward the future while dwelling on the past,
I realize that it is hard to think about the future
When you still retain remnants from the fallen sands in the hourglass
I constantly think about what this life has to give and already given to me
I try to conquer all obstacles, missed opportunities and endless possibilities that make it hard to live.
And I realize that God will is in my corner and I can handle all burdens that my life gives.
The obstacles we dodge in life, so harsh they can be,
they're set before us every day and can transform any dream into a reality
Does anyone ever accomplish what they set out to do?
I feel like I have but more is left to the imagination which hopes to be true.
I know that my time here is limited and obstacles with continue to be placed in my path are here indeed,
but I will continue to live my life, under Gods will, in hopes that I succeed

Scars

I’m sick and tired…..
Of people staring at me as if I have a red stain on my white shirt and not in my eye in respect
But what can you expect when you have visible scars?
When the first thing people do among first glance…is stare at your forehead…
My first impression is to question your maturity,
but what gives me the authority to not act normally
When what is just a blemish is now my biggest insecurity.
Oh how I wish these were just hidden in obscurity
And I can erase that accident and the effects of it away from me

But….more than ever I realize that now….these scars…..are part of my identity
A visual testimony...
Of strength
Of God working to prove..that I am not done yet….
So….continue to stare….continue to question
Yea….to me it is more of a personal transgression
But your minute obsession and facial expression as you try to process the congestion of marks on my skull….flatters me
Because what you may consider as an imperfection
I see….as a blessing

This Lonely teardrop

As I sit here...I think
About how mch you have meant to me
A single teardrop begins to fall down my face
And, this teardrop symbolizes all that you meant to me
All the jokes, and positive memories..I can feel slipping away
As this tear begins its descent down my face.

While this teardrop falls past my cheek, I wonder if things would ever be the same
If I'm the one to blame, or if we were handed the wrong cards to begin this game in the first place.
Holding my hand up to recieve a catch...and realizing that it wasnt mine, but I still got attached
And it began to scratch the surface of something that had concrete foundation
And now that its gone.....its back to reality
But it will always cross my mind,
Although I can see clearly, I am now perfectly blind
And now my ride on cloud 9 is over, as I begin to fall... like this tear drop

And now, as this tear drop dangles off of my chin, more tears begin to fall,
But it was the one teardrop, that was the most important of all
But as it drops I feel my best friend sliping away,
The one who I can tal to about anything,
The one who I wouldnt have to be fake or phony with
Because I was never judged
And as the tears fall I wish things were back to the way they was
That teardrop...that one..lonely....teardrop...stands alone
It was the archetype of my happiness and the foundation of my smile......and its gone
Something that took years to establish.....but gone as fast as...
A teardrop falling down my face.....

Thank you by Jasmine Siobhan and Will Dennis

Thank You *takes a bow*

Hunger for success but no appetite Happiness
I’m trying to be the catalyst, to this chemical imbalance
And, as we re-establish what we went through in the past
We both are aware that times have changed.
No longer is love the question
Although it was always the exception
Fighting through the deception of what love showed us.
And now its seems that being “in love” and “loving are in two distinct directions
And no matter how we attempt to keep our feelings of another within our own discretion....People seem to notice.

Real eyes have finally opened up to realize those real lies
as we were mystified by what was love, and when the dust settled,
We saw the lust that our relationship was really built upon
No foundation
Just sweet nothingness called infatuation
Infatuated by what we thought was destiny
But now we see it was just a lesson
The Lesson: “Dont rush love, just let it happen”

Each lesson can be split into different chapters to prevent disaster but....we failed to read in between the lines
And once sublime now wishing that the sands of the hour glass ran out of time.
Wishing that we never met
Never said our first words
Never had our first kiss
Erasing what we thought was realm of positive possibilities
Love? Maybe
All the while stuck...regretting our iniquities

Floating through life leaving the remnants of us behind
Reminiscing on what could have, what would have, what never will be
Attempting to find motives to move on
Not knowing when love will strike again

So now a shield of uncertainty is placed in front of us because now our past will further affect our future
As we are moving "onto the next one”, we will compare our current to our past one
Although our eyes will be focused on a new chapter...we will never forget the previous...
So for this...I thank you

I lost a diamond

I once lost a diamond, so gorgeous and so rare as it
slipped through the cracks.
And underneath it all, became
Transparent adamantine lustre…. even to the touch
She was a precious stone, full of dazzling delicateness
Preciously priceless cut perfectly and precise

Beautifully bafflingly brilliantly bright

Twinkling in the suns light
Gorgeous, glass like
Diamond
And yet I lost her……but I don’t know how
And yet I still looked for her
Dreaming of the day I see her, as she dangles on the thread of my mind
like a females stiletto’s slips off of her heel….so I searched
Even in those hard to reach places
Even where I thought I left her,
But She left without me.
But this diamond began to show once more
Its glimmering beauty began to solidify into a shadow of
A true friend
Who means the entire world to me
And although it was physically lost, mentally this diamond stayed in my heart
And now that its back I cherish and hold it….as if it was never lost.
The truest friends are like diamonds, something rare

They are more desirable than riches, this I declare

Diamond in the rough- A person that is hard to snare,

But when you do, you hold on to it

And in my mind, with you, nothing can compare

So I write this hoping you know how much I care…because you are a diamond…..in the rough