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To you the reader I want to say thank you for taking the time to read my poetry and take the journey known as life with me.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Pond

I keep coming back here to skip rocks and take time to reflect
Always trying to be perfect but most of time
I ended up leaving my life a wreck
There have been times that
I’ve thrown out disrespect
Other times when it was time to take out anger
I was always the subject
Maybe this will help someone out in their tough times
Joy is what I want to infect
Let’s call this cause and effect 
The ray of hope when
I think back on my younger more reckless years
I’ve shed tears when I think about important things that
I’ve failed to include in my scope
Feeling like I didn’t want to climb back up the rope
I just wanted to take the time walk around and mope
Smile upon my face you would see seldom but then
I realized that I was the only responsible for my own personal freedom 
I dip my hands in the water and my reflection changes then
I sit and talk to myself in the water watching the ripples my face rearranges
“I’m home”
I think
I always come back to this place to find myself
Monetary value means nothing
I have found self wealth

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Contact High

This must be what being high is like
Me personally I don’t partake in blowing the trees
Whenever you come around my heart rate does a spike
You’re a queen I want to bow down in your presence
Look up to you while I am on my knees 

I feel like I am reliving the past
I am back in high school
I now know what I want so I will make sure you are the last
Back in the day I would’ve still acted like a fool 

You’re the burst of warm air
As I walk into the house during the winter
You’re the summer breeze
That can cool off my at times hot temper 
Do you believe in destiny?
Because that is what I think about when it comes to you and me

No instead of you and me let’s change that to we
Take my hand and walk into the sun
Forever stay with me

Saturday, August 15, 2009

And The Horse You Rode In On

Here I sit alone
Car filled with cigar smoke
Bottle in my hand
This mine and mine only
Feeling stingy tonight
Talking to myself
That way I won’t get interrupted
Not to say that I’m always right
But I deserve to be heard
If you over talking me
Then how can you hear my words? 

A wise person once told me
The only time you can listen to directions
With your mouth open
Is when your head is between their legs
If you know what I mean 

People hate it when I speak my mind
Done with biting my tongue
On the war path
Back to my old self
Hopped in a machine that was made
For traveling in time 

I know when I post this up
A few people gonna cuss me out
Well the phoenix has finally risen
Back up for ashes
Now I’m going higher than the stars go 

I give one chance and then it’s all over
You’ll never get to see my emotions
Unless I pen them in a drunken rant 

They taking shots at the man that would be king
Telling my girl all these lies
When I’ve never even looked their direction
Going hard
Telling her that I don’t love her enough
But the only reason why they saying that
Is because them hating girls see
That I love her more than myself
Is that too much? 

Court cases
Clowns talking about they pressing charges
God protects me
So my armor is solid 

This is my manifesto
Then I’m going back to ignoring the negative 

Frankly I don’t care
Unlike you
Can't is not in my vocab
Kill everything you knew

Take a close look at the letters alignment
In that last stanza
After that follow it with this

You and the horse you rode in on

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Makings Of A Man

Spirit
Determination
Drive
Will
Knowledge
Maturity
And of course
Ego
Coming of age
Still trying to avoid traps
Extract venom from my blood
So that I can finally live my life
I want to walk worthy
That is a hike
That's hard
But right
My essence
My very being
The makings of this man
Welcome to the Ideologikal mind

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Make It Like It Was

You're my Gina
Keeping me from going crazy like Martin
A teenage love like Zach and Kelly
When I see you its like the 1st time
I get butterflies in my belly

I want to live my wonder years with you
I'm Kevin Arnold racing down the hall
Trying to catch my dream girl Winnie Cooper

I don't want us to be friends
Like Ross and Rachel
A non traditional couple

Like Kermit and Miss Piggy
Though I wonder how do you still see me?

I don't want to domesticate you
Like Ricky did Lucy
I know you're independent
Working and taking care of home
Let's raise a family like Cliff and Claire Huxtable

I'd rather be broke
Living in the projects
Like Florida and James Evans
The good times out weigh the bad times

Mad about you
Like Paul was about Jamie
Make it like it was
So we can live our happy days
Like Howard and Marion

Monday, August 10, 2009

We Need To Talk

Hey boo how you doing today?
I just want you to sit right there and listen to what I have to say
I wanted to tell you that I am through with this façade we call a relationship
I no longer see you as the person I used to love and I want to stray

Please calm down we both have vested time in this, can we please let this end in a good way
This will forever impact that both of us I don’t think we will ever forget this day
It’s not black and white we’re living in a world of gray
I guess we didn’t make it The verdict was a resounding nay

I am left wondering was it all a dream?
Or are you and I both not the people that we perceive ourselves to be
That arguments have become too much to handle I think you would agree
The best thing for both of us is to be free

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Below The Heavens

A war is beginning waged inside of me
Call it the eternal struggle
Saint or sinner which one will I be?
At times I feel like the bad me took my heart in the from of smuggle

One day I feel as though I am un-winged angel
Then on the other side it’s like I am the son of Hades
Dark so when I die the flowers they use on my grave will be black
Selling my soul for worldly goods like diamond jewelry or driving a Mercedes

The righteous life is what
I must live if not for myself then for Khalil
For him I will do anything
So I have to learn how to let go of the past
And bring back the human side of me
I am tough but not made of steel
If you hurt me I still feel

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Unbreakable

I'm blessed to have her
Even though I don't show it
As much as I should
I'm getting better
With each day
You're my dream girl
Not gonna run you off
That's what my ole man would do
Then I'd be in the shower crying
Playing Lenny Williams
"I Love You"
Going boo hoo
She yells at me
Saying "STEVE GET OFF THAT DAMN PHONE!"
She thinks I'm talking to other girls
And if you knew my past
Then you wouldn't say she was wrong
I know you probably saying
"Man that dude Steve crazy"
"He just told everybody he used to be a hoe in this poem"
Nah I ain't say nothing like that
But I believe in full disclosure
So that way a chick from my past will get shut down
If she try to break our happy home
Trust me baby
We gonna go far together
This for you my boo
Take it as an
I love you letter

(C) 2009

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

We Need To Talk

Hey boo how you doing today?
I just want you to sit right there and listen to
What I have to say
I wanted to tell you that
I am through with this façade
We call a relationship
I no longer see you as the person I used to love and I want to stray

Please calm down
We both have vested time in this
Can we please let this end in a good way?
This will forever impact that both of us
I don’t think we will ever forget this day
It’s not black and white we’re living in a world of gray
I guess we didn’t make it The verdict was a resounding nay

I am left wondering
Was it all a dream?
Or are you and I both not the people that we perceive ourselves to be?
That arguments have become too much to handle
I think you would agree
The best thing for both of us is to be free

You and I

I think of you and I

And it makes me want to fly
You have me on cloud 9

Everyday I wake up to you I feel so fine 
Some say that love is blind
But I am seeing things clearly now
It seems like I’ve been waiting forever for us to become intertwined

Allow me to get down on one knee
And make to you this vow I swear I will always treat you like the queen you are
I promise you that
I will always be with you no matter how far

And even though the solar system is vast
I will always watch carefully over you
My shinning star

Stop Breathing

I think of us
And I think of the last time we spoke all we did was cuss
It hurts but you know just like I do
That for the sanity of our minds there can never be a you and I

The more I think
The more I say its better that things turned out like this

One minute we would be happy then the next things would change
Almost in the matter of a blink of an eye 

You say I’ve changed and I say you have done the same
Then we stop talking because I see your aim
And it’s to cause me pain 

You wanting “space” was the best thing that ever happened to me
Because I was too wrapped up in you and now I can be free

Used to be when I saw you coming I would feel glee
But now seeing you reminds me of banshee

Monday, August 3, 2009

Can't Get Right

I’m trying Lord
I just can’t get right

Even if they look at my life
They still can never see what I see
Take a bag of magic mushrooms
Engage in flight
Take in the sights

They talk about the way I dress
Because I have a different style
Unhappy that my confidence is at an all time high
And yes I said confidence
The word “swag” is for children
And I’m a grown man
Who tells the haters “hi”

No longer content with
Just getting by
I’ve felt the need to speak my mind more
I’m not the little boy in the corner anymore
No longer acting shy

There’s a rhyme and reason
To everything that I do
They wonder why I shaved my head
Not for a silly fashion trend
But to support my mom while she goes through chemo

Take the time to read my book
Not just a simple glance of the cover
In order for us to lay down together
I need to see where your mind is at
I don’t do immature lovers

They keep coming at me
Wanting me to send missiles to attack
Talking slick behind my back
Waving the bait
But I won’t bite

I’m trying Lord
I just can’t get right

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Anchor

She keeps me grounded
When I’m ready
To fly off
She holds me
In place
And gives it to me
Till I say
“Oh that’s enough”
This is an ode to you
My queen
I just want to say
Thank you

Saturday, August 1, 2009

War-Torn

The other side of the bed is cold
Because the love of her life is absent 
The parents pass photos around of their child
For when the family reunion comes around that child is nonexistent 
The young boy is missing his father
The male figure in his life is lacking 
They are off serving the country they love
Giving it all up for what they believe in 
Shedding it all
Sweat, tears and even blood 
Though we may not all be in favor of warfare
We still thank you 
You the solider
Make us proud 
On behalf of all Americans
I want to salute you