If your walls could talk

If your walls could talk,What would they talk about?Would they gossip about usAnd the things that we’ve managed to accomplish in this very moment,As silently they witnessed? Would they tell of how I would anxiously shove youFace up against them, as soon as you step through the threshold,My left hand holding your neck firmly, the right dropping your defenses to your ankles,Fingers exploring from head...

Life: A dedication

Life is an ever winding road;One that we build upon it as we go though our stages of life,We are constantly laying the foundation that will become further cemented in the future,in order to illuminate the vision for those who come after usThe journey can be warm or cold,with every action causing a roadbump, yield sign, or traffic light,as every decision paves and plows in the distance.When we’re young...

30in30 Post 1.....Casette Life

Play: Curtains had never carried a voice so serene; a frequency of precious gems glisteningto my ears, wrapping a most beautiful hour-glass, yelling with the sharpness of tropical pink and orange; you looked good as hell in that dress. I had many fantasies of lust and of love, and of us dancing in a fairytalelight, marking our path through the eyes of admiration: Communion rarely...

I won't stand alone

I'm standing up tallBut not to be brash or arrogantBut to issue a challengeTo those independant women out thereWill all the good women....please stand up?If you are a real women then you know where I'm coming fromWhen I tell you that I am not the one..I am not the one to spend money on youBuy you those designer shoesSo you can walk and hold the hand of another dudeWhile I am at home calling your cell...

If you are not the one

If you’re not the one...then why does my heart skip a beat every time our eyes lock... or start to beat with a speed so great at your tender touch...if your not the one...then why do I look at your direction again and again, thinking to myself that your beauty cannot be unmatched.if your not the one...then why do I love to hear you talk all the time, no matter how immature or sublime I always have...

Where and When

Emptiness and loneliness echo inside mePassionate kisses and groping do not fill the spacesA hollowness wells up inside meNights are only shared with useless thoughtIn my mind I could save the worldArmed with pen and passionWith poems and kissesBut none of that touches meI only pretend the scars are no longer hurtingI have only pushed them deeper down insidePen in handBlack ink on blue lined...

If I was to find her

If I was to find her... I will whisper into her ears those three words Words sweeter than the songs that Solomon sang I will journey across the seven seas in search of her Either she be Lebanese or Dominican, Or be she Chinese I wont know until her face and eyes I see Give me the bearing and I will hoist my sail Follow her up every mountain and every trail Never to approach emptiness and reproach...

My Yesterdays

I consider every aspect in my aspirations and desires...As I constantly think of what will transpireAnd with all that I can honestly sayI constantly pray for tomorrow's yesterday.Does that even make senseTo say such a thing.To blindly soar in the clouds..without direction or sturdy wings..I need to stay on this winding path...that leads to an invisible stairway to tomorrow's yesterday.Somehow "Someday"...

I always hope for...

I always hope for... a woman that´s so sure, tainted by society but somehow still pure one who can physically endure my hectic life while managing hers while remaining emotionally secure One with spiritual faith whose foundation is made of stone instead of being transparent like glass because through God all relationships last. Someone with exquistite class Who can see right through material things...

Untitled

Sometimes it seems as if you can't get a break Everyday you awake you feel as if every decision you make was a mistake As each rejection sends tremors through the figurative faults in your mind causing a mental earthquake as you wonder what went wrong. you try and remain strong even though your back is against the wall and success seems long gone. So you think, ponder, and wonder As you say to yourself...

My Pen Bleeds

My pen only bleeds what I see in real lifeAs I plant and plow the seeds of uniqueness into each bit of prosein order to make it satiate the needs of my convictionsIn addition to enabling others to heed my recognition as they read in wonderment and suspicion about which alter ego I choose to portrayDay to day I make an attempt to please others with my passion, emotion and dismay.You see, this pen...

Psychological Escape

I look in the mirror and I notice that I am not the same person I once was,But a mere facade of the past timesI seem to be running away from myself, while constantly changing placesMy past life and the present one, all unwinnable racesMy pain fills the empty spaces as I’m assailed by the horror of a thousand dead blank faces.All my life I’ve had to shut the ears to my soulIn order to prevent this...

I am Not a writer but

I'm not a writer, I'm a language revolutionist.If speaking the truth is wrong then call me an opportunist.I assemble together characters letters and words.Communicating with you through your relaxed spirit, pleasing ears and curious eyes, so call me an illusionistI'm not a writer, I just have a lot of feelings pent up inside.Of guilt, sorrow, anger and sometimes pride.And as I go through my day abiding...

Is the Dream Still Deferred?

Langston Hughes pondered: what happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Some say that dreams are for nerds But they are people whose dreams haven't been heard Whose dreams have only been deterred by the pressures of pleasing others Whose dreams haven't been seen which allowed them to let it fester like a sore But, if I want to dream, then let me set a adrift in my dream...

Using God as an excuse

So, When did God become an excuse for doing what you want? Anyone who's worked in ministry or pays attention to news about people and religion know what I mean by this statement. It seems a lot in the past few years that people in religious leadership or people in general like to use God as an excuse to do whatever they want. They say things like "We're going to do this b/c we prayed about it," or...

I Just Wanna Be.....Successful?

It's strange how all the emotions of life compile on us at the same timeSo when gametime approaches we feel as if the weight of the whole world is bearing down upon us,like being without an umbrella in the rain timeIt's hard to be humbling during these troubling times,To show humility while lacking faith in humanity,Pressured to live up to a set of standards,That was created long before you existed,...

Media Genocide

Gunshots fly,And...as we run and dodge from the disparity as we face reality of this hood tragedy...She gets hitAnd she drops to the ground, just like the credibility of the hoodPeople see things in music videos and think that to like that they shouldSo...whos to blame....blame the industryYea, the music that we listen to,contains simple, yet complex messagesthat becomes etched in our heads subliminally...

Round 2

So months turn to years, and the attraction I have for you has grown stronger, to the point where it starts to become lust no longer, So now I want to love you, not only as a partner but as a couple in too deepAnd as the feeling of lust evaporates the wonderment if love begins to seep I want to love you in a special way like glass, strong but crystal clear. As I hold you near I whisper in your...

Lust vs. Love

Although in the same house each shall have a room, as they are distinct Love is blind, while lust has eyes wide open so that we can play its games As love is unpredictable as a new day, lust is the night at the bar with insane thoughts of "new beginnings" while the end point remains the same As love speaks the truth, lust can just lay silent mystified others Love need not be beautiful but lust makes...

Random Thoughts

What am I looking for?....Hmm question...I'm looking for a God fearing woman...so that growth is constant..But in retrospect I'm looking for a girlfriend. I'm looking for a partner. Someone I can share with, not someone I can play with, because I put my childish things away. Life's like that sometimes, I guess.I'm looking for someone who I can talk to, and emote with. Someone whom I can be real and...

Dedicated to my little Brother Anthony

Under grinded flakes of clouds gathering echoes of children who sprinkle laughter to ears he sits Quietly on hooves of steel bond by flaps of leather and Reeboks Toes tight, tense to the usual sights and sounds of rigorous running An invasion of intoxicating excitement bellows beckoning like balloons ready to burst He awaits stout in strapped stagnancy to the leather plated backrest for a push to...

Untitled

Another moon promisedas she dangles her footover my denim pantsletting her stiletto slipcasually from her heelStars foiled the skyas we spoke verses and bridges of,hymns of lovethat refrained ever aftermy words coiled as if a mirage making magicI flicked my cigaretteto the silver coated pavementand it sizzled from the heathere I vowed before the cosmic powersthat we would never be partedThe moon...

Objectification

Freud said it best and all of us believe it that you sistas envy us brothers, and it was all because of our penis this penis thinking on its own often destroying homes infused with testosterone running like a mad man even destroying his own this penis big, black, or my case honey brown penis brings domination to black homes while beating wives into submission and children, love is missing ‘cause...

Her Eyes Seduced Me

We lock eyes….and she seduces me As I look into her eyesall that seems important is trivial now. there is no deadline to meet, no meeting to run to, no project to think of. Because Her eyes are where the skies meet the seaThe sudden subtle change from the lighter Shade that, though bent, can go on foreverTo the partition of inflected darknessHiding secrets the world wouldn’t care about anywayBut...