Pretty Brown Eyes

I remember it like it was yesterday

Staring into them

The everlasting tunnel of love, how no matter how much a knock down drag out fight we just had once our eyes connected I was putty in your hands

Am I mistaken for thinking that after all the wrong I’ve done that there is still a spark there for me?

Delusions of grandeur that you will one day forgive me and will still be my wife

Those other girls aren’t you

Being friends is fine and we still have that spark there that makes me believe that the fireplace that housed our love can once again be stocked with logs and burn for eternity

Everything I ever wanted in a woman

I ran you off not once but twice

Third time’s the charm but you will never come back to me for fear I will do your heart further harm

Those other girls don’t stand a chance when put up against you

Afraid to tell you how I feel

Never been afraid of rejection but if you would tell me to give up on the fairy tale that is us I would be crushed…emotionally flattened……love tramped on

Tried them and had to learn the hard way there is no one like you

So this is me saying I will never set free the thought of “us” even though there is currently not an “us” I know that you and I were meant to be and one day I will stare into your Pretty Brown Eyes at the alter.

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Mjolnir

I wield power with this hammer I was blessed with

I can make your head spin...have you thinking about me when I am miles away

Bring down rain......pour

Have you doing thing you've never done...saying things you've never said

Soon as we step foot in the house….make our way to the bed

Let me go deeper…..read your mind….readjust your spine

Using endearing terms to describe you like:  dazzling, angelic, ravishing, marvelous….you’re not just the everyday run of the mill fine

May I enter your temple?

I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure I was coming right

I am free of disease, come with only one intention and that’s to please

Bestowing magical properties on you

Don’t ever let this moment end

Press harder

Pleasant pressure

My instrument of love has you climaxing in rapid successions……damn is there anything left in you?

Telling me if I keep this up then you will marry me

Make me the happiest man on the planet

Baby don’t threaten me with a good time

Or should I say a blessed life

I just want to make sure you want this and it’s not just the sex making you act in a desired manner

The gates open, I am being pushed out by your love force

Can’t take it?

I told you time and time again not to run

Only makes me want you more

And in this case the prey won’t escape

Overloading you with my love

Plan on making you an addict

Get hooked on me, I will give you a high daily

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Letting Go (Goodbye)

At some point you need to learn to see past the past……

Signals mixed, lines crossed, communication breakdowns

After dealing with you I have a puzzled look on my face like it’s August and I’m seeing snow fall out of the sky

You push me away but refuse to actually let me go!

Tired of going unappreciated, tired of being disrespected

I break the glass that shows us as a happy couple but I can still see the reflection

You’re the death of me while doubling as the remedy



We’re not good together

Took me a while to realize that but now I do

Feeling reborn without you

No longer worried about you, though I will always love you no doubt



We’re no good for each other



Arguing about the littlest things

You’re smile so beautiful but I can’t tell you the last time it was seen

At least around me



You can’t be my lover



You destroyed my heart

Made it impossible for me to love you



I think you should find another



Unable to tolerate each other past a fixated amount of time

I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!
Going back in forth in this game of love as they call it

More like tug of war

You said my love for you caused you to smother



Letting go is a fine art

One that calls for precision skills



I don’t have anymore



Fight left in me for this war



You made love fill like a chore



Even at times when my heart, buckets I would pour



It’s too late baby I’m out the door

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A change gonna come (Letter to Dr. King)

This day forty-three years ago Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.  He still lives on through print and video media, no matter what your race is we can all learn something from his teachings.  Tonight’s poem is dedicated to the memory of Dr. King


Since you’ve been gone we’ve made many strides towards your dream

Yet it still seems like we’re many miles away

The amount of violence that happens on streets that bare your name is at an all time high

A man that stood for such peace and if you take a camera cursing down the boulevard it resembles a third world country

False prophets come saying they want to carry on your legacy but they aren’t even fit to carry an autobiography in your name

Nonviolent Nonviolent

Yet looking at my brothers and sisters I wonder why we never seem to help each other

Instead we’re more concerned about who’s wearing what designer and who has what in their pockets

Smiling in someone’s face that you claim is like family to you but tearing them down as soon as they get out of ear shot

Life is already a long bloody fight to the finish now we have to worry about people from our own side stabbing us in the back

See someone laying there instead of helping them up we laugh as they try to regain balance

Uplift

The dream is still ours to have

All we have to do is believe and we will soon achieve



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Learn to swim

Reprogramming myself to function without you

Walking aimlessly through the streets….I haven’t shaved in days, don’t care how I’m dressed

I just don’t know what to do with myself

So used to having you around to balance me out, be strong for me when I’m weak……tell me when to take my foot off the pedal and not go as hard as I normally would

I want to go play in traffic

Feel like I no longer have purpose in life

As I breath deep and come to realization that you’re gone and not coming back

Take a look at myself, stripped down I am only half the man I was with you

Rubbing on my head then on to my face

Now depression has set in…..melancholy

Changing to thoughts of you with another man….anger

How I let you sleep out of my hands….feelings….suicidal

I am just going to stop struggling and drown in this sea of lost love

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