As I take a look at my life I’m not sure what to make of it
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
My Life
As I take a look at my life I’m not sure what to make of it
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Daughters
She grew up
watching her mother get mistreated
Saw how this
strong woman accepted it
Always stayed with
her abuser until they tired of her
Then it was on to
the next combatant
A believer that a
piece of a man is better than no man at all
These men would be
her father figures
Even the real
pappy came around every now and then, not to see her but to get his jolly’s off
with momma
When he first
arrived it was all love
He would fill her
head with promises he had no intention on keeping
She would buy what
he was selling
Then he would go
into the room with mom
Blissful moans
would fill the air for a few minutes
Then followed by
snoring
Made her feel as
if she would have her family back together finally
Knowing that the
silence would be broken once he had awaken
Another argument
“DADDY DON’T GO!!”
She screams
clutching his leg as he walks out the door
As she sits there
face in her hands
She peers at mom
out of peripheral vision
As she sparks
another cigarette tears rolling down her face
Scrolling through
her phone
Looking for
another to fill the void of love she is missing due to never learning to love
self
Some role model
right
The years pasted
And this girl grew
to be a young lady
Not confident and
never received the love that her friends did from their parental units
Went out into the
world and begun seeking it from others
The more you fight
with her the more she foolishly thinks you care
I had the
misfortune of crossing her path
But I didn’t take
the bait
She told me I
wasn’t worth anything and never spoke to me again
Sad really when
you think of it
The sting from a
punch meant love but the gentle caress of a hug she took for weakness and
someone trying to pull a fast one on her
Could blame her
parents but at this point she is way too old
At some point I
pray she learns better
But after many
trips to the ER to patch up her broken body I fear only the grave will show her
the error of her ways
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Saturday, September 8, 2012
No Love
I think about how what we had wasn’t the best I but it
was perfect to me and I was good with it
Then we complicated the procedure with all the
relationship
She was my best friend then we started screwing
Said it was just for the moment
The single life had beaten us both down
Tired of playing the games and wanted to satisfy sexual
needs without the hassle of meeting someone new
Put it down so good on one another that the thought of
officially being together slowly made its way into our minds
The door was open
What was once in the back of our minds had made it to the
front
The first thing I thought of in the morning was her
And she thought of me
Sent “Good morning baby” text messages concurrently
No titles would be given
But sometimes you just want to feel like you belong
Not that you’re a possession, but more than just a piece
of the puzzle
Initial attraction is always the catalyst
Eventually want to encompass all senses of that person’s
affection
She got tired of the run around
Said I had forgotten our friendship
We no longer had deep conversations anymore
Just me kissing and undressing her as she talked about
the ups and downs of her life
I had let myself get lost in the sauce
Downgraded her from one of my best friends to Miss New
Booty
Obtained another notch on my bed post but the risk was
higher than the reward
Now no love is to be found
Lost it all
Lost her…..
Lost my one true love…
-S. Logan
2012
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
Ordinary Love
Can’t even look you in the face
Don’t want to deal with the shame of what I let go
So I choose to stay as far away as possible
You always were my angel so the space is your halo
I could just say sorry, apologize for the wrong I’ve done
What would that do?
You wouldn’t believe me anyway
Remember the last time that I could you this was the last
time I was going to do you wrong?
I wouldn’t expect you to think this time I’ve changed
Still been keeping tabs on you through mutual friends
that don’t treat me with distain due to the way I treated you
I admit both times I was a shell of a man
Love isn’t a game
Had no right to play with your heart
Wasn’t even worthy to hold it up
Hands got shaky
Blame it on the drugs they had me geeking
Nerves on the ends of my fingers started tweaking
One of the words most beautiful jewels in the palms of my
hands
Many told me it resembled a precious ruby when held to
the light
Wouldn’t you know I had to go and fuck things up just
like I always do
Third time’s the charm but I’ll spare myself the
disappointment I won’t try to invade what I am sure is now the fortress that is
your heart
Shopping at the store of the ones who have had love and
lost it
And everything in here is in my size
-S. Logan
2012
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Saturday, July 7, 2012
House Guest
Started out leaving by midnight so I could go home and
change clothes
Next thing you know I am bringing overnight bags
Then you told me I could have a drawer
From the drawer I got closet space
Then next thing you know I am moving my own furniture in
Even put my name on the lease when it came time to resign
We shacked up a for a while
Then one Wednesday after work we made a trip to the
courthouse
No family
No friends
Just us
We didn’t even change out status on facebook
We knew how we felt about each other, that’s all that
mattered in the end
We had our ups and downs much like all relationships
However due to our already established friendship and
trust in God we weathered through the storms Satan sent our way
As the years went on the love seemingly withered away
like an uncultivated plant
Date nights became just like all the other nights…..lonely
Candlelit dinners aren’t as romantic when you’re staring at an empty chair
Candlelit dinners aren’t as romantic when you’re staring at an empty chair
Just wanted a little of your time but now you’re out with
the girls every night
Doesn’t matter if I need corrective lenses or not I can
tell something is amiss here even with my hindered sight
I was starving for affection, craving love, missing the
connection that was us
So much like most males I gave in, didn’t take much bait
for me to lunge for the hook
With a bat of the eyes and a smile it rekindles a flame
inside of me that I only thought you had the lighter to
Not accustomed to being unfaithful so I was sloppy with
the evidence
Suppose I wanted to you to find out so I could quickly
come clean about my dirty dealings
Couldn’t even imagine the look in your eye when you found
out
Waiting for you to come home
Pacing the floor, looking at the ceiling
You walk in with a look of disappointment on your face
Then gave me a smile, the last sight I saw made it harder
than the final curtain falling
Gunshot to my chest, now our home is my final resting
place.
- Steve Logan
2012
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Saturday, June 23, 2012
Closing Statement
I’ve presented my case
Now it’s in your hands to have the final say on my fate
As I lay here in this hospital bed I am in a coma though
my soul is overseeing it all
Sitting here on a cloud with the number nine carved into
it
Pleading with the Lord
Asking him to stop going through the pages of my life
with red ink
I know that I should’ve done more
I am aware that I had great potential inside of me but
kept pushing it down because I was scared to step into the light
If you let me come back from the dead this time it will
be different
What about my son?
He’s still a child I have so much more to teach him
If nothing else I could tell him about all my
transgressions so he knows to not follow the same path of his dear ol’ dad
Father knows best my ass
Oh sorry, forgot I was sitting here with you Father
Speaking of fathers why did you have to make my
biological one who he was?
I never walked a day in his shoes but I feel as if I am
able to judge him in some way
Yes I am a lair, a cheat and have been known to be a
junkie in certain circles
But at least I never walked away from my own
Don’t look at me like that please
You know I never imagined that you would disapprove of my
life as a whole like this
Have I shamed you that much?
Do you wish you never created me?
Am I the fallen angel who haunts you?
Wings are given at birth it is up the wearer to keep them
intact so that when they are called home to be with the King of Kings
As the feathers began to shed many years ago I ignored
them and continued on with my foolish ways
Dirty deeds
Secret sin
Should’ve known better than to try and hide anything from
you right?
So what’s the end game here?
Am I done?
Should I stop wasting my breath?
He looks at me
Shakes his head
Then says, “You bring up good points and I’ve blessed you
to be a thinker besides death would be an easy answer to this solution…you have
been granted a stay of execution”
- S. Logan
2012
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Monday, June 11, 2012
Me and the Devil
We’ve had an unspoken pact it appears
I’ve mortgaged out my soul so many times I don’t even
know who the current owner is
Real estate has been rented in my mind
No room for logic
My heart grows everyday attempting to overcompensate for
my evil thoughts
I hear a faint voice telling me I can still break free
I hear the Holy Spirit calling me
Saying I can leave behind my ways
I can become one with my Father
I can be myself
No pretending
For I am accepted for whom I was created to be
Sin and all
I will fight my way out of the fortress of the devil
LUCIFER YOU CAN NOT CHAIN ME!!
I will mow down the hoards of minions you send my way
I will dig my way out of this hole
Lord throw me a life line
I am looking for a sign to let me know that you haven’t
given up on me…..
I offer myself up to you
-
S. Logan
2012
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
Blue Skies
Sound of the alarm
Welcome to a new day
New voices listen up we got something to say
Concerned with being true to self
Not drawing the attention of the masses
Grind and making a new for your is the only task
In layman’s term get off your ass
We can all agree the world is dark enough
So be the light to help your people see
S. Logan
2012
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Thursday, May 24, 2012
Crescendo
I don’t want to waste your time anymore than I already
have
I have no plans for you
I don’t know even know what I want in a woman
Let alone what to do with a good one like you
Stop waiting for me
I’m not worth it
I know this may hurt but nothing can compare to the years
I’ve played with your heart
Release therapy
Addition by subtraction
After all this time of playing cat and mouse
Letting go of this sham what we call a love is our only
course of action
Perhaps I should’ve made it official with you back then
Remember when?
We first met?
I wasn’t ready still had to get my whoring out of the way
Now I’m sitting here a different man today
Gone are my needs to always have a woman any woman laying
in the bed with me
I’ve grown…but in all the time of just finding Ms. Fat
Booty, I’ve neglected figuring out the traits that I want in a soul mate
My fault
My bad
You only wanted me for close to a decade
Now I am ready to turn my back on everything we’ve ever
had
Don’t wait for me please
Turn and walk away
This time don’t look back……
-S. Logan
2012
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
DMZ
We were better off staying on
our own land
Had no business bringing relations into our relationship
Had no business bringing relations into our relationship
Now lines have been blurred
Torn between fleshly needs and fighting
to not give up the friend we’ve found in each other
Knowing that together we can
never be
Due to my past….or should I say
the people in it
Hey we’re both grown
Knew what we were coming to do
Could be something special on
the horizon but I’m not the type to beg or force
We can keep it going
Do whatever you want
Keep having our occasional
dinner dates
I’ll bring the grade A meat
You keep providing the sweet
dessert
-S. Logan
2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Rerun (Love Programming)
Keep flipping through channels but nothing new is on
Same ole shows
Same ole star…..me
I keep trading hearts in for new models like beaten down
cars
I could care less about taking heed of how long the
engine lasts
Not looking for 300,000 miles
I plan on racking up as many joy ride laps on this thing
I can then discarding it
No worries
Call the tow truck
We got another
Let me turn in these keys
No need for them anymore
No need to be sitting here anymore
Time to get off my ass
Experience new things
Meet new people
My way is no way
Fuck this tv!
S. Logan
2012
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Falling In Love with a Angel
You get me high
Make believe I have wings
Never had an experience quite like the one I have when I
am with you
Everybody says you have control over my mind
They could never understand the bond we’ve forged
I’d do anything for you
Lie for you
Steal for you
Even got my ass whooped a few times for you
Hallucinations overtake my eyes
Mirages of you telling me to come near even when you’re
not remotely close to location
Need a compass
A zeta beam can teleport me to your exact latitude
longitude and we can pick up where we left off
Loving so good I had to get it in vials just to keep my
cravings for you at bay when I can’t have you
Your joint is a killer
I want to dip my happy stick in you
…..Now it’s wet
Toe tag me baby
I’m down for the count
Numb in the proceeding moments following our encounters
Intoxicated
Staggering
Unsteady
Slurring my speech even
Friends asking me why eyes are bloodshot
The memories of you alone are enough to make me lose
balance on command
Get it too good might have to call the EMTs
Remember last time?
I was laying in the middle of the kitchen floor having
convulsions because you gave me a high dose of your love
Putting my hands on you
Normally I’m not aggressive but I don’t want you to go
Unusual type of love indeed
Nothing holy about it
You’ve just an account of addict
Angel dust
S. Logan
2012
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Saturday, May 5, 2012
Dirty Laundry
Love only works when both parties share it
All my life I was told it's ok for a man's eye to wander
Occasionally even sample
But they were wrong
Stepped out
Brought it home
Doctor gave her the results back
No she didn't get special delivery....the package
But my jumpoff came up pregnant
Kept the ultrasound photos in my pocket
Wifey found them while washing my clothes.....this is the end for her and I
2012
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Monday, April 30, 2012
The Man Who Knew Too Much
Pride myself on being a man that knows what women want
How they like to be touched
Kissed
Caressed
Just what to say and when to say it
Which things in the bed will drive her crazy
Eyes rolling
Screaming so loud she’s lost her voice
Involuntary muscle spasms in the pelvic region
Legs begin to shake uncontrollable
What good that did me right?
I’m more alone than I ever been
Should’ve focused on a friendship
Before wasting someone’s time in another nowhere relationship
God….
I know where I went wrong
……
I should’ve had You involved in this
S. Logan
2012
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Friday, April 27, 2012
Intervention
So let me go ahead and admit this
I'm an addict
When it comes to you
You have me doing things that I've never thought I would
Taken me to places I've never imagined I would go
Even though you share a love....shared vows with him under God.....I can't stop
I've crossed lines that Satan himself wouldn't
But I don't plan on stopping anytime soon
You’ve got a hold of my soul
Maneuvering me in whatever direction you wish
I get the shakes
When I am away from you for too long
The smell of your perfume
Lingers on my collar
Reminding me of our latest rendezvous
I've got to get over this
Get you out of my mind
Though it's been many months since I've last had you....I still fiend
S. Logan
2012
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Silver Surfer
.
I am aloof
Mind in the clouds….well the cosmos to be exact
Feeling light
My shoes could have anvils bonded to them with cement and
that still wouldn’t keep me
I am not made for the ground
I was meant for this life
To fly
Zip in and out of intergalactic wormholes
Dodging asteroids
Light speed feels like the pace of tortoise to me
Hope you enjoyed me when I was around
Told you I was ascending
Shooting through the glass ceiling that holds so many of
us back
Going for the crown
Hope I made you smile more than frown
Should you happen to lay eyes upon me as an earth walker
Don’t even bother speaking
I am only here for to visit loved ones that remain world
bound
I don’t want hear a sound!
You’re the reason why I left
Tired of the back stabbing, you laugh at me because I dare
to do what you never had the courage to…
Stand out
Show out
Step out
Matter of fact I’m done talking to you
Let me hop on my board and shoot back up to space
You can keep all that “I knew you would make it” talk
Peace, I’m out
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S. Logan
2012
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Thursday, April 19, 2012
Time to Heal
Let’s smile more
Get away from the sadness
Embrace happiness
Push away sorrow
We control our own moods
Outside forces will always be
there
Life is never a perfect picture
There are often smudges covering
the surface
Are you willing to look?
Don’t fret
God won’t put more on you than
you can handle
Scars eventually heal
We learn to move more freely
Range of motion has returned
Never let depression dim your
light
Continue to let the fire burn
-
S. Logan
2012
Human Roulette
We play this game over and over
The danger and the risk of it all make for better
enjoyment
Not understanding the levity of the situation
A life sentence without parole is what we’re facing
Think about it
The we’re walking loaded guns safety off
We shoot sometimes we miss and other times we wounded
ourselves along with others
Though you live after being shot….the bullet will forever
course through your vain until you die
-
S. Logan
2012
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Sunday, April 15, 2012
Atonement
As the church bells ring
I exit my car
Parked in the closes spot I could fine
Though as my steps begin to fall in line, I notice the walk is actually quiet far
Lord I know I’ve sinned and You’ve forgiven me every time
I walk into Your house and feel like an outsider
As if I don’t belong
The congregation has all eyes firmly planted on me
Sentiment is that I don’t belong
We’ve all sinned or at least I thought we did
Guess this is a house full of saints and the sinner stands alone
-S. Logan
2012
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Monday, April 9, 2012
Burial
You took all the burdens of our sins
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Saturday, April 7, 2012
Vow
Some call it destroy and rebuild
I prefer to say that I am reorganizing my life
May not be the person you used to know
But I am well on the way to becoming the man I am meant
to be
Pardon me if I don’t associate with you anymore
It’s for the best that we keep our distance
You’re living off the success of the past, My spirit is a
like a 401k I’m investing for the future
You talking about the bad chicks you hit in high school,
I’m talking about being celibate until I marry my wife
You stay worrying about breaking the sound barrier, I’m
training for life’s marathon
I don’t fault you too much
I used to be like you
The only difference is that I got my stuff together now
My life was once in a pieces then God handed me the glue
Selah
-
S. Logan
2012
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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Darkness
I go back into the dark corners of my mind
Reflect on how my soul wasn’t always tarnished and
stripped of its luster
Once it was golden…..the shine was unlike anything you
would’ve ever seen
Maybe I was naïve then
Living in my own world and not pay attention to real life
Asleep at the wheel
Mind is numb from everything
How do I even begin to gather my thoughts?
Coming to think of it, I don’t even remember how thinking
feels
I was diving face first into the abyss….some days I
wonder if I was better off doing so because it seems like I made this change in
life too late to recover from all my sins
Father forgive me
You are a God of both forgiveness and second chances
I repent day after day
You tell me that is enough and I must now make my actions
fit the prayers I speak
A life consecrated
-S. Logan
2012
Housewife of Saint Louis
It’s getting harder and harder to keep her a secret
Sending me naked pics while her papers lays sound asleep
next to her
Telling me I should come through because she just sent
him on another wild goose chase…..trying to find another token to show his love
for her
I show my love with the vigor in each stroke
She tells me I can skinny dip in her pool
Normally I wear a life jacket but I got caught up in the excitement
a time or two…..three…..TEN!
My test keep coming back clean
Nothing to worry about on that end
So we continue
It’s deeper now
We no longer have rendezvous of lustful sin
She tells me about how he no longer sleeps in the same
bed
Showing me the text messages
He’s calling her everything but a child of God
Nope
I won’t say anything
Not my place dude
I am just the side dick
My duties only list two things: lick and stick
Not always in that order
We’re doing it again
Turing on the air in this hotel room in the dead of
winter
Sex so scorching that it would melt her wedding ring if she
still bothered to wear it
“Oh that good”
Is all I can think laying here in this bed
Worn out……too tired to even scoot over so I won’t lay in
the wet spot
I fall asleep and as usual when I awake she is gone
What’s this I see?
A note?
Something’s inside of it…
A pen? No
A toothbrush? No
Cylinder shaped container? No
“Two lines means you’re the father…….Love *********”
-S. Logan
2012
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Monday, April 2, 2012
Boomerang Effect
Seems like I’ve been here before
Well I have been
Too many times before
In the same situation
With the same person
…Maybe not the same person but she fits the model of the
others before
Always falling for the ones that never end up with guys
like me
Said I was done giving my all only to get nothing in
return
I can be everything to one person
Instead I am here being one thing to every girl
Never was my intent really
Thinking I could dick them down good enough that they would
give me their heart along with their bodies
No such luck…
Same movie….
Different co stars…
I am the constant in this cast
Just when I think the show is over
I’ve taken my last bow…NOPE
Encore after encore
However it seems I have finally outgrown this role
Fin
-
S. Logan
2012
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Sprung in the Spring
Beautiful weather
Wonderful scenery
Sexy ladies
Brown skin as far as the eye can see
Looking so smooth....they must use that coco butter
Wish I was the one to lotion you down lil mama
Fresh out the tub
Pat you dry....hold up
I'm getting off topic
This is supposed to be about spring time
Sun dresses....
What? That's springy right?
Yeah like I was saying
Hugging every inch of her frame
I see you girl.....I see it all
Love this time of year gonna hate to see it go away....but there is a plus
Sweater dresses and leggins in the winter and fall
(c) 2012
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