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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.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Fogged Windows

You and I
Riding home
On a late night....
I reach my hand over
Caress your thigh.....
Run my fingers up your dress
I feel the goose bumps popping up....
One by one
Fingers making sexual motions
As I bring....
Thunder and rain
Slight
Subtle
Moans mentioning my name
Your hand graze the front of my pants.....
Anticipation.....
Suddenly...
You're gone
To anyone outside of these four doors of steel......
The wetness of your mouth
Makes me jerk the car
Extascy.....
Gotta keep it cool....
Don't want you to stop....
Driving slow now
Want to milk this as long as I can....
Pulling up in front of the house
I let the car run longer
But cut the lights....
You rise up
Kissing me on the next
Telling me you can't wait to get in the house.....instead you want it now
Back seat it is
Lifting up your dress
Excitement takes over....
Can't even remove your panties all the way
Before the plunge is taken....
Sea of love.....
Downpour....
Hands underneath your backside
The higher you raise off the seat....the deeper I dive
Biting me on my neck.....
Cursing me out
Feet kicking the seat
Perfect ending......to a perfect night

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Friday, February 25, 2011

Beautifully Human

I make many mistakes but I am not ashamed of my past nor do I run from it…


I am human and while that may not be an excuse for hurdles that I’ve tripped over I can say with each scar a valuable lesson was learned…..

And with each lesson learned as I look in the mirror flaws and all I love the reflection

The struggles

Emotionally maimed

Mentally down trotted

I still stand here

Facing an army of my demons

I battle…..

Alone…..

I will vanquish them all

They will not gain victory over me…

Warrior…..

King…

Survivor…..

Crafted by God Himself

Built in flaws…

But they in no way take away from the perfections

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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

My Skin

You dislike me


Because my skin is a different shade than yours

Ignoring the fact

That I am still a human like you

Battle my own personal demons

Breathe the same air

When my shell is pierced

My blood is red

What gives you the right to call me “boy”?

“Monkey”

Tell me I am not worth to walk the same streets as you

No one that walks the earth with me is able to walk on water

You’re even afraid to get wet

Then you have the nerve to quote scriptures to me

But my God is love

All you preach is hate





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She’s Gone

Too much pride to let you go

And be with another man

But not selfish enough

To have you stay somewhere you don’t want to be

Your eyes are glassed over

You’ve already checked out of this relationship



She’s Gone



No matter what I say

I am met with a

Nonchalant attitude

That’s if I’m acknowledged at all



She’s Gone



Why stay

If you have no intentions on trying to make it work

We sleep in the same bed

But no love is being made

I go to sleep a quarter till 9

She lays down half past midnight

Only because she thinks I’m asleep

I can hear her pray

That I will just give up on her



She’s Gone



Am I a fool?

For still wanting this

Driving down this dark road

30 miles over the speed limit

Knowing it’s a dead end

Her leaving me will feel just like a hit a brick wall full force

My heart shatters

When I think of how….



She’s Gone



No not my baby

This is my lady

I won’t give up

Without a fight

Tooth and nail

She will see

I for her

And she for me

Come home expecting

To see her

Romantic evening planned

I see a note laying on the dining room table

……

She finally did it

I slide against the wall

Down the floor

She’s

She’s….

She’s actually gone



If you are blessed enough to have someone in your life that makes you feel like royalty and gives you the same amount of love that you give them in return do anything to keep them in your life before its too late, love doesn’t give many 2nd chances. Peace



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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Grayson (The son of the bat)

Over the year's I've battled the feelings I've had for my father.  He left me and mom many years ago when I was barely potty trained but it still cuts deep like it was yesterday.  This is me coming to terms with it....I pray this helps someone going through the same thing.

Son of a man


Who was more in love with the night

And his personal affairs

Than to attend

To his son

I can’t begin to tell you

The years I spent hating you

Funny how we despise things

Then

Upon

Looking in the mirror

We see the face that draws so much anger out of you

We could’ve been the dynamic duo

But you left at night fall

Leaving Robin

To strike out on his own

And now you want to come back

Only to see

I have taken your mantle

Your little man

Is now a grown man

With a little man

Of my own

Being with him

Learning

Playing

Enjoying his company

Makes me think of what we could’ve been

Nevermore

The past is dead

And the future has yet so much life left

To breathe into our lives



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Monday, February 21, 2011

Cookie Monster

Cunnlingist


Drowning in the sea

That is your love juices

I am not in search of a life boat

You’re my north star

I look to you

And I am aroused but it all

I want to get every cookie

Out of the jar

Down to the last crumb

Enticing you with my tongue

Making your toes curl

Nails dig into my back

Head spin

I climax

From making you climax

What started out as midnight snack

Has turned into a full on feast

Devour you

I am full

Of f the cookie



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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Infestation

Rotten to the core
But then again
You already knew that
When you first took the plunge in
Purity of another
Fallen victim
To your scorched earth mentality
How do you look yourself in the mirror?
Knowing that you’ve done this to many
Close and far
Think of the families you’ve hurt
In the name of what?!
Revenge???
Someone did it to you
So now
It’s your turn
In the seat of power
And just like a true coward
Instead of facing the bright light of the truth
You hide in the shadows
Out of sight
Out of mind right?
Am I hitting a nerve
I see you visually becoming upset
I smell you skin burning
From the clouds of your dark past parting
Sun is exposing you
For you are
A liar
Cheat
Backstabber
And plague upon the race
Not just African American
But the human race all together
Infector of aids
I have not the power to condemn you
I pray for your soul though
To remove Satan from it
 
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Belief

If he stands you up
I will drop everything to be with you
 
If he talks down to you
I will lift you up
 
If he hits you
I will caress you
Heal the bruises
 
If he treats you like trash
I will bow down to serve the queen
 
He doesn’t realize what he has
But I know you’re a great woman
And will show you each day I have breath in my body
 
He’s an idiot
But I am a genius in the study of you
 
Believe in a good man
We do still exist
 
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Friday, February 11, 2011

The Warm Up

In the air
I can smell spring
Excited to see the new growth of things.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Old Wounds

Old Wounds


Have been reopened

Can you nurse me back to health?

Depressed

Angry

Missing my other half

On a descending roller coaster

With a full stomach

Feeling sick

Makes my eyes water

Every time I think about it

Love is a battlefield

And I am in desperate need

Of some high end field dressings

I’m bleeding out

When the blood dries it spells you name?

But you

Turned out to be the same

As the other girls

Guess I need to invest in better armor for my heart

Or maybe I shouldn’t have given it to you from the start



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Friday, February 4, 2011

The Crazy Poem

SNAPPED!!


Now there is nothing left

But the fallout

What will come

Of my actions of rage

I thought I could control my temper

Should’ve walked away

Over estimated my gage

Had one too many of her

Out of pocket comments

The finger pointing

Hypocrisy

Nothing wrong when you do it

But turn it around

I am treated like a criminal

Shoot at sunset

51/50

Tattooed on her back

But she claims she sane

And it’s just me

Breaking point reached

One of us has to go

As she baits me to hit her

Even striking me first

I raise my hands in defense to block the blows

She runs into the bathroom crying

Locked the door

Called the cops

Saying I beat her

And they took me away

Now in the present

Here I am

Sitting in jail

Waiting for bond

I need to stop attracting crazy



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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Dependency of We (Duet with PoetaChica)

First I want to thank my friend and a highly talented poet in her own right Beverly Rivera (Hey queen), I encourage you to follow her blog http://beverlyrivera.blogspot.com and now dear readers I give you
"Dependency of We"

A slow syringe dances in my vein


Euphoric contents unmeasurable in CC's and

needle pushing administration held in disdain.

You are my addiction.

My glazed eyes and pupils bright

Dilated and fixated on skin taught, which I must fight.

Remove

the sweet temptation I dare to kiss the nape of your neck

The ridges of muscular pathways to the happy trail and I lick

to make wet. Who can justify the slavery in which you

captivate me

Addiction knows knows my name

And I respond with undesirable boundaries

as you are my dependency-and



You are the definition

Of what love means

Paradise in my eyes

You make me forget about the others before you

You’re a state of honesty

While I was living in a city of lies

We exist in a bubble

Every time we’re together

Nothing bigger than this moment we share

As the world is crashing down

I am not worried I have you…honored to breathe in the same air



The oxygen in my nostrils flowing to my brain

Cells to the blood pumping, addiction calls me by my governmental my name

Clinging on to the mere capability of you

Knowing that even your possibilities hold an end, but my mind does not share

this clue. For hopelessly entangled in a web full of lies

I hold the psychological dependence on pleasure and enjoyment on my high

Scoring hallucinogenic kisses and inhalant embraces

Fixating on the compulsive desires of broken sleep and cold bedsheets

and I, stuck with numbness around me

No warmth in solitary high thread count covers

I call my name to an imaginary lover-

And I still crave you.



As I make broad strokes with my paint brush

Upon your canvas

Climaxes

Come in rapid successions

Hours turn into seconds

Undying

Long lasting

Two loving souls

Clashing

But not in a violent sense

Here we are

You and I

Past

Present

And future tense



While this slow syringe dances in my veins

Clearly the definition of me

Continuous cataclysmic craving of my addiction to you

Glazed eyes heavily

Wishing for one more hit

of us momentarily unified as one

momentously.

to simply be dependence free psychologically

and forever be released of

we.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Johnny Storm

Here I lay


Cold

When normally

I am bursting star

Radiating heat

For miles

Take down

In the prime of my life

My jubilant personality

Always smiling

Cocky

Able to burn my way through any wall

But not this time

Today the flame is now

Just slow puffs of smoke

Extinguished

Headed into darkness



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Love on Thin Ice

You would think


After so many times

I would’ve learned

Stupid me

You will never change

Shutting me out

Going into your shell

Making me pay for what the other men did to you

They ran over you

But I’m the one you want to stand up to?

All I do is try to love you

How can I?

When you cut me off at every pass?

Recognize

I’m a good man

And I’m about to walk out of your life

I can’t continue

To skate on thin ice



© 2011

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Domestic

The words she spews at me
Are like
Battery acid
In my fresh emotional wounds
Telling me she could be with anyone
While I know that no one is better than her
Treating me like I’m nothing
Me giving everything
And you taking my heart
Chewing it up
Spitting it out
Then tap dancing on it
With 6 inch spiked heels
You’re ice cold baby
But not cool
I can’t stay away from you
I feel like such a fool
Hurt but not hurt enough to leave
Still
I’m prepared to give you my all
I just need a glimmer of hope
Waiting for your call
 
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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Sounds of Love

Moaning
Heavy breathing

Groans



Some of the things I hear

When you and I

Are intertwined



All day I’ve been thinking of



My tongue running down your spine



Leaving no area of your body untouched



You give me such a rush



I get off from getting you off

Unselfish lover



I like it when I am

Getting a lay of the land

In the neither region

You grab the sheets

Pull back

Trying to escape

As I grip my strong hands

Around your thighs

Five toes press into my back

The other five are on the wall

Out of my peripheral vision

I notice your pedicure

The color clashes well with your skin tone



Love juices squirt out onto my face

Only makes me dive back into the pool for more



Call me greedy



You got that good stuff

That all the guys want

But I am determined to make you mine

Fiend for you



Or should I say I’m needy……….



I’m not done with you yet

No baby we’re far from through

I have more epic ecstasy in store for you

In part two



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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Good Ole Days

We used to play outside


Till the street lights came on

Walked home from school together

The old folks taught us

Watched out for you

When your parents were at work

Grandparents helping out your parents

Fathers being more than just a pay check

And only showing up once or twice a year

Mothers would rather stay at home

Than club hop

We had respect for life

Less baby momma’s

And more wives

Less deadbeats

More real men

Less guns

If we had to take it to that level

It was a scrap in the streets

The point is win or lose

You walked away

Fair ones they called them

I wish we could relive those days

But as bad as times are now

We will one day look back on these times

As the good ole days



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Sunday, January 9, 2011

All Is Fair In Love

All is fair in love

The special someone they go right above

Everything that you’ve ever known

From a person

Matters of the heart

Your breath is stolen

When you lay eyes on this work of art

But on day

Its over

And you once mighty heart

Is broken into pieces

Served to strangers a la carte

Light used to shine bright

But now just flickering

The lovely evenings you used to have

Turn into long nights of bickering

How long can we continue like this?

I know longer want us

Deciding what I will and won’t put up with anymore

Walking away from you

To keep myself



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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Beautiful Disaster

Thoughts are poetic
The tragic comedy
Death of the clown
You can’t help but
Laugh
Even when you see the finally tear
Come out of his eyes
As the realization
That this is it
Knowing things would have to come to an end
But not like this
Never crossed the plains of his imagination
Laying here
Unable to move
Alone
Badly injured
Wounds not soothed
Think next time
You have too many drinks
And decide to get behind the wheel
You may be saving my life
 
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Madoff

Madoff
 
Think of him
As a thief
That one that makes you
Smile during the day light
And cry in the darkness of night
The passion from loving them
Is only surpassed by the passion you have for fight
Stealing of the heart
Making slash marks
In this beautiful work of art
He destroyed you
The pieces have still not been pieced together
Let me part those clouds
Here comes the sunlight
 
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Monday, January 3, 2011

Pressure

Sometimes I want to cry


But then I remember how prideful I am

How I can never let them see me sweat

Never let them know

How they’ve affected me

No not me

Strong face

YOU CAN’T BREAK ME!!

I’M STILL STANDING!!

But for how long?

Even know

I feel like I am breaking into pieces

I will not lose to it

I won’t let this happen

In the pressure cooker of life

But I refuse to sweat



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Today Feels Like The Past

I look in the rearview


It seems like I’ve gotten far

But objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

Strive forward

Swimming up stream

My past keeps coming back to haunt me

Though much change has been made

What can I say?

Just keep going

Never giving up

Even though at times

I want to scream

I’VE HAD ENOUGH!

But no

I must keep going

Can’t go back to the man I was

Though I appreciate the lessons it taught me

I’ve graduated



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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Letter To My Wife

The other day


I wrote a letter to my wife

Saying

How much I love her

Can't wait to see her

Sit for hours talking about nothing in particular

But I have yet to actually meet her

That's the thing

I'll give this to her once she comes along

My soul mate

My best friend

Campion for life

My wife

My confidant

The one I have the most affinity for

Beauty personified

Bow down to the one and only queen

I love you baby

See you soon

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Mr. Nobody

 Diffident with offering you compliments


Spur of the moment

Public displays of affection

Are not for timid ones like me

Unconfident

Unsure

And wary

I won’t feel any rejection being just another face in the crowd

Though the mere thought of having you on my side makes me proud

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

If He Breaks Your Heart

I know

I had my chance



I know

You’ve moved on



I also know

That I am always here for you



Rest assured

If he is a fool like me

And doesn’t appreciate you

Breaks your heart

I’ll be right here

To help you pick up the pieces

Start our love over

What is old is now new again

Because I am a new man

Done with all the games I played in the past

I love you

Not wishing you any bad luck

But if he breaks your heart

I’ll be right here



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