Wednesday, April 25, 2012

9/30 Well Technically

OK, so this poem was technically written on 3/27/12 however, I think its a dope poem worth sharing. It came on a sleepless night when Rose Royce was on Pandora.

Sleep don't come easy
For lover's who keep picking at the scabs of their wounded pas
                                                            Sleep don't come easy
For writer's who block the path of words by choosing not to write
                                                          Sleep don't come easy
For mother's waiting for the return of their son's, whose last words were
"I'll be right back", who knew death sentences were as simple as Facebook statuses
Or as complicated as laws that say the last man standing can claim self-defense
Whether or not the victim was pleading for his life.
9-1-1 tapes are a joke in your town and Public Enemy number one
Wear hoodies and eat skittles
Or have football scholarships and are about to be somebody.
                                                              Sleep don't come easy
For father's who pray that their sons and daughters make it our of adolescence and into adulthood safely
                                                           Sleep don't come easy
For the broken-hearted who refuse to take a chance on love for fear of falling
Or the heart-broken who didn't get a chance to make amends & say goodbye to their loved ones
                                                      Sleep don't come easy
In the early hours of the morning when the holy spirit is speaking through you or
Speaking to you through song
                                                Sleep won't come easy
For the inmate on death row, convicted of crimes not committed
No retrials or appeals
No stay of execution
No presidential pardons
There's no rest for the weary or the soldiers
We all must carry on,
Rest when we die and sing our redemption songs
Songs of freedom
Know that
                                   Sleep won't come easy
But joy
Comes in the morning

8 of 30 More Poems for Me

I'm so imprisoned by my feelings I can't escape their hold. They have me under lock and key, unable to express myself truly. So I hold back or better yet censor how I feel in some misguided attempt to protect myself from falling again and possibly looking foolish again. So I maintain that I have no room for love, no time to be loved, No desire to be reacquainted with how it feels to be desired.

I play make believe with other's feelings, believing if I have no feelings, theirs will fade away. I say I'm so faded, jaded by the past, only holding on to it so I won't be forced into an unfamiliar future. Say my issues with love are financial, like I lost a fortunate on a love tip that proved to be nothing more than Cupid's drunken thoughts of how if you tell her, she will notice.

Don't mind me right now, I'm imprisoned by my feelings. Won't allow myself the satisfaction of satisfying needs, addicted to being needed so bad I'm needy. Only to say I don't need you because misery loves company so I take your hand, get you on my level by being everything you say you need only to say I can't be the one to fulfill your desires.

Write my fears in love poems, to hide all I think may make you like my words. My solitude strangles me. I break free of my feelings only to feel the need to go back to them like I'm institutionalized.

I internalize my feelings, express them as passionate poetry, speak plainly so there's no reason to read between the lines. I tell others to believe in the power of love, I'm so hypocritical, put myself in critical condition, like life support will make love easier to bear.

But I'm just a prisoner of my feelings, keep them bottled up like they're in solitary confinement. Trying to expunge myself of them like they are on consignment. Just trying to feel again, knowing that I'm going places but back isn't one of them.

More Poems 7/30

I haven't been as committed to the poems as I should be. Various reasons could be made as to why I haven't kept up well but I won't get into that. I'll just post some poems.

                                                        A Thousand Kisses

I'll kiss you anywhere,
Even there, behind your ear
Listening to your body's desires
Mood music moves inhibitions to the back of our minds
So I'll place kisses down your spine to send messages of lust
Through your neurons
A kiss on your neck, soft enough to represent
The Gentle nature of my intent.

I'll intentionally kiss your lips,
To get a full taste of your sweet embrace
Syncopate my lips to the gyration of your hips
Make me tongue tied, while I suck your lips dry
I can keep up with your pace

I'll kiss your inner thighs,
From back of knee to inner crease
Cause you know how much of a tease I like to be
I'll kiss your gift-bearing hips,
Make this my second favorite place
To the small of your back
Because I like to make you wait

I'll kiss your rib cage,
One for each rib I gave
For us to be made whole
I'll call this your body's appreciation
I'm going to show my dedication for learning your wants
Like the back of my hand

I kiss the back of your hand to represent your royalty
Call you Queen because I am serving thee
So I place kisses at your feet
Run my tongue up your mid-section
Because I know it makes you smile

I'll make sure to make you laugh often
Since you said it turns you on
Like when I caress your breasts

I know I'm supposed to be using my lips but
I can't keep my hands off of you
Lady, I'll kiss your cheeks like we are best friends
Kiss your collar bone to make amends

A kiss to your forehead to signal the night just begins

Yes I'll kiss you anywhere
Especially there
And There

Monday, April 9, 2012

30 Poems, 30 Days - Day 6

Gorgeous look, softly gazing my way
Her eyes melt my ice box, stone-faced barrier
Her smile, reminds me beauty is only skin deep
So I get lost in those soul searching windows
Searching for her truth,

Wondering if she's knowingly doing this to me
Or if it's accidental like an F sharp
In the middle of an E minor chord,
Her theory is undeniable

She still doesn't know,
I still haven't told her she's my dream girl
But somehow we're still here in this moment.

She brushes her hair from her face so gently
I'm wondering if she's doing this to me on purpose
Like my purpose for being is
To be mesmerized by her subtleties
She subtly moves in a direction closer to me
And my breath escapes me

She smells like angels ought to smell
Everything about her is perfect, yet I know she isn't
She moves like the daughter of the wind
And in an instant
She's gone with the wind
Nothing more than a memory
And a reminder
That time waits for no man
So if you're going to do it,
Its best to do it now

30 Poems, 30 Days - Day 5

Beauty Within

I want to make you feel beautiful
Like portraits of the abstract
Like poetry in its purity
Like seeing God in children

Like stars being aligned,
Your magnetic pull makes my sun
Orbit around your Earth
Causing shifts in my planetary design
Your waves crash
My sea shores reminding me
You're forever engraved
In my memory banks
And you make me rise like high tide

I want you to feel sexy,
Like the way you sip wine
Or how your clothes fit so fine

I want you to feel sexy
Like unspoken lines,
Or the right compliment at the right time
When I say I want to see you naked
I'm not asking you to take your clothes off
Though it is much appreciated

I want you to feel sexy in your vulnerability
Let me caress your self doubt into self affirmation
I want to explore your body's wonderland
Find the buried treasures
That make you feel beautiful

Like chord progressions,
Like love songs,
Like fore play

Let me play for you
Songs that make your heart open
The touch that makes your mind wander

Wondering how I know where you like to be touched
Its kinetic energy

I'm drawn to you like you're my canvas
And I'm your pen
You'll be my greatest work
I'll call you my Starry Night,
Then cut off my ear
If that means you'll feel beautiful

Like portraits of the abstract,
Like poetry in its purity
Like seeing God,

30 days, 30 Poems: Day 4

So I have been writing just don't have internet access at the crib, so this is where my problem lies. But I have poems four through eight that I'm about to post as I haven't done one for today yet. As always, enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated..

Day 4: A Poem for my Son

If I never say I love you enough, I'm sorry
I know I'm not the man you need me to be
Or the man I know I can be, but I'm with you
I'll never forget you or what you mean to me
So don't let anyone draw conclusions for you

When the storm clouds form & the rain starts to fall
I hope you feel my love in the wind
I hope it carries away those empty feelings
Those lonely feelings
And I know words aren't actions
But don't think they aren't important

So it's important for you to know that I think of you as often as I breathe
And I know I'm not perfect, I won't pretend to be.
I still remember, listen to the sound of the wind
If you can hear it, listen with your heart.
To the whispers that will comfort you,
Just listen, to the howls of the wind,
Let it remind you of a time when everything was peaceful.

I remember, the feelings, all of them
Good and bad, right and wrong,
You will feel them too.

Know that storms come & go but the wind,
The wind moves thoughts & emotions & sends messages
So you are not alone because I'll always be in the wind
Whether its a summer breeze
Or the eye of the storm, thinking of you
Wanting you to learn to move like the wind
Be strong but gentle
Felt but unseen
Known but not understood

Son I just want you to think free, like the wind.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

30 Day Poem Challenge... Up Through day 3

Happy new year... Yeah I know its April but its my first post since forever and a day ago. But I'm back because April is National Poetry month. I know I missed Black History month and Women's History month but hey what can I say. My goal is to post 30 poems in 30 days. I will try and post everyday the poem I did so to catch up with the first four days of the month.

Day 1: April 1, 2012            Haiku:
She moves fluidly with the music,
Her steps are as graceful as time

Day 2: April 2, 2012            Haiku
Free speech is a right not to be taken lightly
Think before you speak

Day 3: April 3, 2012          Free Write

Let's Talk, take a minute to focus on words.
Not too careful, not too care free
Say what you mean to me. Don't think
Just say, what feels right pour soul into each word like
It will represent who you'll be remembered as

Don't think, just say what's on your third eye's mind
Just be, like chords that show more theory
Than Big Bang's or conspiracies

Don't think,
Let words flow through, speak to who you dream to be
Even if you aren't sure who that is.
Don't look back on previous lines
They've gone pass like time never goes back
Let the past be the past.

Stop trying to write for audience members
Who will never fully understand what you mean
Just speak, make sure to choose your words wisely,
They shape other's lives.

When you say things, they listen
Listen to your thoughts
But don't think. No censorship because everything has purpose

Ask God, be true to who your core responds to
In moments of anxiety and fear
Do what your gut tells you to do.
Be faithful by taking chances
She's always worth it,

Being random is worth every line.
Don't write because you have to
Write to be free,
Write to be focused
Focus on the things you say.

Say them with dignity and determination
Say them with passion and purpose and prose
Remember being revolutionary has multiple meanings
So don't think, just write.

Choose your words carefully
As if they will be how you're remembered.
Speak with dedication and desire
Empathy and inspiration
Love and understanding
Because we are all just poetry in motion,
A walking mass of words
Energy that's combustible
To set the world a blaze and leave trails
For others to see what all we really gave
To think about the words we say
So don't think, just be
Who ever you are meant to be