Her Music Box

The headphones
Go in
Introduction to her day
As she walks to the bus stop
The sees mouths move
But doesn’t make out
What they say

The soundtrack to her life
Every song in this devie
Holds meaning
Some bring rage
While others bring back happier times
Others remind her of current situation
Then there’s the one song
That makes he believe mere mortals can fly

As the harmonies invade her ears
She is pleased
Drowning out life
With each day
Makes the world seem better
The dawn of a bright future
Say goodbye to the past

The lies
Beatings
Cold winter when she was homeless
And all different types of sex to escape it

Born again
Or is this life after death?
Are you ready to die?
No this is all new
She has earned the right
To achieve some type of happieness

© Steve Logan 2010
All rights reserved

Death Of Superman

This piece is simply me fighting my inner demons so that I can become a better person.


Living my dream not a care in the world
Flying around my city observing the citizens then from out of the blue a large object was hurled
I fell full force to the pavement and felt the buildings shake
The pain was too intense in a ball I curled

I looked up to see a large figure eclipsing the sun
This abomination was breathing heavily with a look that all he had was destruction on its mind
I had to defeat this monster to save world, everyone was standing around anticipating this confrontation I yelled to them “RUN!”

We exchanged blows as the day turned into night
I’d never been hit so hard, I put every ounce of strength I still had left in me into a shot to the gut as I watched my adversary fold like a card
As I whaled on his face the calcified exoskeleton began to crack and I was amazed of what I started to see
This monster that I was fighting was a direct reflection of me

Shocked by the sight I had completely forgotten about the fight
My enemy used this to his advantage
He delivered a spike to my head piercing my brain
My body was lifeless before it hit the ground
The news crews were froze with shock and awe and the thought that things would never again be the same

My cape was removed and used as a flag to mark the disaster area that was left after the battle
The crowd morns the lost of their champion
Months later they have no clue that I still protect them from a far
At night when the city is asleep I go to the monument the built in memory of my death and I leave a letter
Stating to all that sometimes you must die in order to be better


© 2010 All rights reserved

Candy Store

This poem that I'm sharing with you all tonight is about my struggle in the path I've chosen. In becoming closer with God to become the man that I am supposed to be there are certain things and in this case activities I have left in the past. This is about the sins of the flesh something I am still getting grips on. Enjoy and God bless.

I used to have
Such a sweet tooth
Wanting to sample
All the flavors

Now I never visit
Not to say
I don't like to tease
My taste buds
I'm just
On a leaner
More healthy diet

Funny
Thinking back
On my past
I used to buy this
Store out

A tiger can change
It's strips

Though the struggle
Is hard
I still walk pass
Shop

My will power
Is greater
Than
Any
Temptation

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

T4 (These Things Take Time)

Can I spend
Eternity
With peace of mind?
I hope
To one day
Achieve
This goal
Walking through
This dark forest
That is my brain

I am careful
To not
Let the thorns
Of negative thinking
Puncture
My skin

The fog
Settles in
Affecting my sight
Blind
So now I am
Forced to
Use my heart
To find the
Greater good

The chill
In the air
Slowly goes away
I feel warmth again

My eyes come back
Into focus
I take in
Beautiful scenery
Leaves bloomed
Flowers have sprouted
A magnificent portrait
Rendered by a great artist

I feel at home

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Just speaking (not a poem)

So I was sitting here reading every poem that I've wrote. Let me just say I have come a long way! Starting out writing poetry as a way to get out hard feelings of heartbreak from my 1st love to now being able to get my point across without the aid of profane language or punch lines.

What brought about this change? Simple and complex in a way like most things in life. I grew up, realizing that the things I was writing I didn't even want to read. There is not a market for hate poetry not to me anyway. Now I still have that passion sans the curse words.

Another thing is my relationship with God. Now I am not nor will I ever claim to be a bible scholar but I find myself sitting down and my pen is moved by someone else. Notice in my latest poems a few of them have religious undertones. That is not to say I won't still write about other topics because trust me I will.

Well that's the long and short of my current journey. Thank you all for taking the time to read this or any of my poems and following my blog. I appreciate you more than you will ever know.

- Steve

Heaven

Heaven
I need a hug
Changing my life
There is
No way
I can
Continue
On this path
I am sure to die
A young death

Self destructive
Speeding down
The highway
Weaving
In and out
Of traffic
Speedometer
Stopped working
It just stuck
At 150
Then the shield cracked

My Lord
My Savior
You saw

That I needed help
A child of you

People always told me
That I'm
A good man
I just fell under
The influence of satan

How can I continue
To live this life?
Nothing changes
If nothing changes

I drop down
To my knees
Arms extended
Anticipating
Heaven's hug

(C) All rights reserved

Walls

If these walls
Could talk
I wonder
What they
Would have to say?
The chipped paint
And dark spots
On this once
Pure white wall
Is like anything
Over time
Slowly decaying
What story

There have been
Many shameful moments
Lots of tears
Then you see
Short burst of
Glory

Watching
The acts of lust
That I thought of
As love
The times I've
Laid on the floor
Alone
Wondering what
Went wrong
So much potential
Wasted
Here I sit now
A grown
Man-child
Looking at
Any sign
Of compassion from
The human race as
A handout

Alcohol
Has stained the carpet
Dent in the floor
When my life
Was saved
I would've hung myself
If not for the
Faulty rope
Back when I was
Full of gloom
And hope

How I've held my son
As he slept on my chest
How I fought with
His mother
When she was trying
To keep us apart
Yes
These walls
Know me
Its a journal
With no words

Now as I sit here
Bible in hand
I am ready to face
This world
I stand
Before you
A better man

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Coffee Bean

Another Monday
I'm blessed
To have
Woken from my slumber
But I'm so tired
Really not feeling
The thought
Of a work day
Let me ingest
My coffee
Adrenaline
Feels my veins
Caffeine
Eases my headache pains
I feel energized


(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Cosmic

Feeling intergalatic
Not
Of this world
Hello earthlings

Maybe that explains
How I've
Been
Frowned upon
And outcasted
All these years

My race
Shuns me
Because I talk
"White"
They say
I call it
Putting my college
Degree to use

Other races
Just see me
As one
Of the
"Others"

I don't care
As I breeze
Between
The clouds

I find
As I
Grow older
I am

More at home
In
Isolation

The chocolate surfer
Herald of God

I have a message for
From up above
I wonder

Will you
Be ready to
Receive it?

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Downpour

Warm
Summer night
Lightning
Has knocked out
The power

We open the windows
To catch
A relief from the heat
That has engulfed
This house

Mist flows
Through
The corridor
The weather
Outside is frightful

That however
Is no comparison
To the storm
Brewing between
Your legs

Our lips meet
Similar
To the shaking
Of hands
Agreeing
On this union
To take place
As my hand
Grazes your

Anatomy
You tremble
With anticipation
Of the
Orgasimic
Pleasures that await you

My tongue
Searches
Your body
Seeking
Treasures unknown

As your
Sea of love
Over takes me
I fear nothing
I am
In the softest
Place on earth

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

You Don't Know Me

You smile
And greet me
Everyday
As your
Enticing eyes
Draw me closer
The smell
Of your
Perfume
Makes me melt
It must
Be spiked
With something
I follow you around
Like
A lost
Puppy
I feel like
I'm playing myself
Fighting a losing battle
But then you
Tell me
"You look nice"
And my hope
Is renewed
That one
Sweet day
You will be mine
But
You
Don't
Know
Me
And I wonder
If you ever will

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Home

Another sunny day
Makes me wish
I could see you
But you're
So far
Away
I have letters
That
I've wrote to
You
But it
Was never
The right time
To send them
It's to late now
The cancer
That is me
Ate away
At the bond
We shared
Your last image
Was waving goodbye
You deserve better
Than the man
I was at the time
Thank you
For loving me
When I didn't love
Myself

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Forgotten

Tonight I am giving you the reader more insight into my life and the places I have been. I've attempted suicide twice. Once in 2003 and again in 2005. This poem takes me back to those times when I felt like I couldn't share anything with anyone.

Seems like
The world
Thinks
I am
Dead
In the
Figurative sense
I am
Haven't been myself
For a while now
Maybe I gave up
Too soon
Tired of others
Plotting it
So I brought about
My own doom
Suicidal thoughts
Who could ever imagine
The one
That shouldered
All the hopes
And dreams
Of the family
Could fall victim
To the devil

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Free

Movement
Is so
Effortless
Though
Every step
Is carefully calculated
It looks
Spontaneous
Standing
On the hood
Of the car
Going down
The interstate
Arms spread
Head tilted
Tip of my nose
Pointed towards
The sun
And
No worries
Wind
Invades my nose
Dry drowning
Convinced
I am
Invincible
Never knowing
Of a after life
Because
Once I leave this one
I start a new
Somewhere else 

© 2010 All rights reserved

Family Affair

The smell
From the kitchen
Fills my nostrils
It reminds me
Of days gone by
As I look
At the youth
I am reminded
Of how I have grown
The pictures
In the corridor
Tell stories
Ones
That reminds me
Of my
Mortality
How I wish
We could
Hop
In a time machine
And go back
But we can’t
They say its
Never too late
I just wish
That I could tell you
I love you
One more time
Grand ma

(C) 2010 All rights reserved

Rainy Nights

The
Liquid sunshine
I was told
When I was
Younger
It means
Somewhere
God
Is saving a life
The dirt
That has
Stained
My soul
Is washed away
Rebirth
I feel like
Lazarus
This shell
Has lied
Dormant
For so long
With
A few drops
Of this
Elixir
It springs
Back to life
I no longer
Ask
For the rain
To go away
I welcome it
For after
The sunshines bright

(C) Steve Logan
2010

When Your Hair Turns Grey

Hello love
Seems like
Yesterday
We meet
Such a happy
Pair
Who knew
We
Would
Make it
This far
Taking
Things slow
1st as friends
Both agreeing
We were
Happy being single
And enjoying
The others company
Now as I look
Back on my past
I realize
This is what
True love
Is about
My heart rate
Still spikes
At the mention
Of your name
And pictures
Do the same
Time has
Been kind
To us both
Though we have
Many wrinkles
We've kept
Our spirits high
People often ask
"Why do you have that spring in your step still"
I just smile
And tell them
It's because of the love
Of my life
The secret to my reason
For living
My wife

(C) 2010

Press Conference

The lights
Are hot
Burning
My skin
As
I
Sit down
Feedback
Comes from
The microphone
My throat
Is dry
I take a
Sip of water
Cameras flash
Everyones
Anticipating
What I
Have to
Say
I let
The crowd know
I am a flawed man
As if
That will
Keep them
From painting
Me
As the villain
I make mistakes
However
Being just a man
Is no reason
To have done
What I've done
But
How dare
All you fellow
Sinners
Throw stones
At me
Look in the mirror

Mad World (pain in my pen)

This world
Is ever
Changing
Seems like
Natural
Disasters
Are the norm
Loved ones
Meeting their maker
In and out of hearses
Used to be sacred
Now
Our youth
Are shooting up churches
I can’t take
So for
Hours on end
I stay
In deep
Meditation
Read 5 chapters a day in the bible
Minister to the children
On the coming of
Christ
Can improve our current situation


© Steve Logan
2009

Seasons Change

The sun
Is
Setting
A little
Later
Day by day
The temperature
Steadily rises
As I
Give the
Last will
And
Testament
To the old me
I smile
Walking
Away
From the grave
Excited about
The new life
I have
Found my purpose
I leave
Behind
Many friends
In order for
Me to grow
They must
Become past tense
I can't
Blame them
My sins
Are mine alone
It's not your fault
I just
Believe
I need to
Be more
Elevated
To the city
Of the streets
Paved with gold
Take a seat
Beside
My savor

Night Classes

Coming from
Where I'm from
People frown upon it
Seems you're not
Black enough
If you have a degree
Rather work a 9 - 5
And improve
To remove yourself
From the hell
That is your life
So here you are
Rushing to class
Some of your classmates
Looking at you funny
Because you still have
Your fast food uniform on
No shame in that
Its a job
With legal money
You have to make
A little dough
So you can have some bread
Allow me to say
I admire you
No matter how hard it gets
Don't ever give up

Endangered

Once upon a
Time
We
Were a strong unit
Not bound by blood
But
The love
Of the literary arts
Never to
Disrespect
Even
When it wasn't
Socially acceptable
I treat poetry
Like my wife
I will protect her
And attack
If anyone
Speaks bad to you
Abusing the culture
How dare they
Be so rude
Now they use your name
To get women
Like some pick up line
Go on profanity
Laced tirades
And people
Say that they represent you?
Livid with the waste
That has been spewed
Out of so called
"Warriors" mouths
Allow me to place the mussel on them

Dreamer

How does it feel?
The movie
That plays
In your head
Every night
Has some how
Manifested
Into
3-D
The castle in the air
Has been built
A kingdom
Fit for its
King
Loyal subjects
And in this
Manor
A queen
I've been praying
And wishing
On countless stars
To find her
She makes me
Feel
Invincible
Empowered by
The love she gives me
As our lips touch
I feel as if we're
Floating in orbit
Just two lovers
As close to
Heaven
As any have ever been
Without passing
To the plain
Where the angels play
I open my eyes
Her wings shoot to the sides
As I fall back to earth
A dream or a cruel joke?
I guess its not time for me
To meet my angel

(C) Steve Logan 2009

Lifeline

Without it
I would
Be dead
You
Would never
Have read this
Doomed
To be another
Black youth
Wandering
This earth
Path of self destruction
For what?
A nice car
A few cloudy diamonds
The love
That comes from
The type
Of women
That will leave
When bad times come
I found
A purpose
"Soul speaker"
Minister through words
I feed the spirits
Of whom should decide
To look over
The blood I leave on pages
My life story
Not ashamed of any of it
Good or bad
I'm still standing
To me that's glory