I'm not just a poet
I'm a man with a voice booming over speakers
Enough to rattle bodies and open peepers
I'm not just a poet who can press pen to paper
Put voices to words, tongue cuts like a razor
I'm not just a master of vernacular, a wizard with the flows
I can take you high at night like crows
With two lines from my dual layered book
Read Slowly, first three pages I swear you're hooked.
I'm not just a poet; I'm larger than life usually
My verbs and nouns flow fluidly
I'm not just a poet I'm a healer, I'm a brother, I'm a son
I'm a reader, a lover, a friend, I'm second to none
I'm not just a person who can put three lines together freely
The one who, talk slow secretly
I can manifest my plan at forever discreetly
My words are written closely, miss reading can be costly
Because just when you think you figured me you lost me
I'm not just a man, not just a son, but I'm a poet.
I am a creative soul by nature. I can take sounds, words, images and create more sounds, images and words, so come through and enjoy the mixture, take in the vibe and relax.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Jesus Said
Jesus said
Walking by the church Jesus said come in
“I can’t”
He stopped me from walking
Made me turn around
Doors opened with a thunderous sound
COME IN he commanded
I fell to my knees about to ask why
Light covered my eyes
I saw pimps who became preachers
Messengers who are rappers
Drug dealers undercover as teachers
Jesus said come in so he can show me
There is nothing he can’t see
Walking by the church Jesus said come in
“I can’t”
He stopped me from walking
Made me turn around
Doors opened with a thunderous sound
COME IN he commanded
I fell to my knees about to ask why
Light covered my eyes
I saw pimps who became preachers
Messengers who are rappers
Drug dealers undercover as teachers
Jesus said come in so he can show me
There is nothing he can’t see
Pencil
Simple subtle glances from our meals
Her grey eyes are giving me the chills
I disappear from your sight you peer into my book
To see sketches of her sexy look
She scribbled an address on the corner of the page
Packed and left quickly to set the stage.
My head spinning
Quickly had to make a decision
The book I'm gripping
My loins I give a listen
Scented candles from the hallway
My mouth dry, couldn’t bring my lips together to say
Open doors, music so light, let me in
Walking up she said “Time to begin"
"Sketch me artist, sketch me"
Now she’s in front of me covering up with a sheet she laid softly
On the bed
Arm on the side of her head
One leg on the other covered by the bed spread
Whispered moans at how free
She feels in front of me
"Touch me, Touch me"
She breathes
As a comfortable, uncomfortable heat rises
My pencil hits the paper, the sheet slips from her shoulders
I finally get to see her smooth brown skin
I reached over to stroke her face
Moved the hanging hair
The pencil moves, the sheet does to
She says touch me, my hands slides over her torso
I sketch with fever in my blood
Wanted so bad to get a view of her love
The pencil jets to the covers of her hips
Sheet falls to the floor, she moans "feel me"
Clear fluid coated in the inside of her thighs
The same was captured on the sketch
She's getting the chills from the breeze
On this moment I'm intoxicated by the highs
My fingers spread the lead for effect
Her fingers she lightly selects to press on her lips
Lightly sucking on the tips
My pencil outlines the muscles in her legs to her feet
From the side I see her hand disappear
Wet sounds and soft moans is all I hear
She continues like I'm not even there
I reach out slowly and my hand mimics her movement
Touching the back of her hand following the motion
She moves and lets me take charge, to tastes her fingers
Sucking slowly the taste lingers
My fingers spread her lips
Middle one brushes against her clit
Then dips right in
Stand then bend
To where she gets hot
She clenches her thighs tight when I hit the g-spot
Pleasure filled pain expression
Look better than any sketched in expression.
Her grey eyes are giving me the chills
I disappear from your sight you peer into my book
To see sketches of her sexy look
She scribbled an address on the corner of the page
Packed and left quickly to set the stage.
My head spinning
Quickly had to make a decision
The book I'm gripping
My loins I give a listen
Scented candles from the hallway
My mouth dry, couldn’t bring my lips together to say
Open doors, music so light, let me in
Walking up she said “Time to begin"
"Sketch me artist, sketch me"
Now she’s in front of me covering up with a sheet she laid softly
On the bed
Arm on the side of her head
One leg on the other covered by the bed spread
Whispered moans at how free
She feels in front of me
"Touch me, Touch me"
She breathes
As a comfortable, uncomfortable heat rises
My pencil hits the paper, the sheet slips from her shoulders
I finally get to see her smooth brown skin
I reached over to stroke her face
Moved the hanging hair
The pencil moves, the sheet does to
She says touch me, my hands slides over her torso
I sketch with fever in my blood
Wanted so bad to get a view of her love
The pencil jets to the covers of her hips
Sheet falls to the floor, she moans "feel me"
Clear fluid coated in the inside of her thighs
The same was captured on the sketch
She's getting the chills from the breeze
On this moment I'm intoxicated by the highs
My fingers spread the lead for effect
Her fingers she lightly selects to press on her lips
Lightly sucking on the tips
My pencil outlines the muscles in her legs to her feet
From the side I see her hand disappear
Wet sounds and soft moans is all I hear
She continues like I'm not even there
I reach out slowly and my hand mimics her movement
Touching the back of her hand following the motion
She moves and lets me take charge, to tastes her fingers
Sucking slowly the taste lingers
My fingers spread her lips
Middle one brushes against her clit
Then dips right in
Stand then bend
To where she gets hot
She clenches her thighs tight when I hit the g-spot
Pleasure filled pain expression
Look better than any sketched in expression.
Old Baggage
Old Baggage
The year is 08 all that segregation is closed
Black woman let random ish go to their head
There’s another white chick taking a good black man
But black man was trying to get at you last weekend
You turned him down, so he is supposed to wait for love?
If a white man turns his head
Your face turn red
Then you his black charm
So its okay for you to do it?
Later with that old baggage shit
This is not the 50’s love doesn’t have a color
If he fall in love with a different race pray for the brother
That his love goes deep
People gonna love until you wake up from your sleep
Because no one sweating you cause you think you all that
Happiness, open minded is where it’s at
See the canvas as plain
With all the colors of the rainbow, never washing away in the rain
I feel your black woman’s pain
So white girls make a plan to get a black man
Stop leaving him out there, stop playing
Get serious, if he serious about you
Got so much game with you
That’s why he never looked back at you
He was ready for the seriousness
A Sunday afternoon or a spring tryst
He wanted a chance at forever, not a club hit
Next week no one feeling it
He wanted Sunday brunch, Saturday picnic
Not arguments or a woman terrorist
That doesn’t have a color
Don’t carry the baggage of your ancestors hate
If you’re patient enough to wait
Then a colorless love will find you to
If you only stayed in one lane and then do you
The street is four lanes, none for loading
Love yourself first, love for others means no self loathing.
The year is 08 all that segregation is closed
Black woman let random ish go to their head
There’s another white chick taking a good black man
But black man was trying to get at you last weekend
You turned him down, so he is supposed to wait for love?
If a white man turns his head
Your face turn red
Then you his black charm
So its okay for you to do it?
Later with that old baggage shit
This is not the 50’s love doesn’t have a color
If he fall in love with a different race pray for the brother
That his love goes deep
People gonna love until you wake up from your sleep
Because no one sweating you cause you think you all that
Happiness, open minded is where it’s at
See the canvas as plain
With all the colors of the rainbow, never washing away in the rain
I feel your black woman’s pain
So white girls make a plan to get a black man
Stop leaving him out there, stop playing
Get serious, if he serious about you
Got so much game with you
That’s why he never looked back at you
He was ready for the seriousness
A Sunday afternoon or a spring tryst
He wanted a chance at forever, not a club hit
Next week no one feeling it
He wanted Sunday brunch, Saturday picnic
Not arguments or a woman terrorist
That doesn’t have a color
Don’t carry the baggage of your ancestors hate
If you’re patient enough to wait
Then a colorless love will find you to
If you only stayed in one lane and then do you
The street is four lanes, none for loading
Love yourself first, love for others means no self loathing.
4play
4play
Stolen Kisses in the morning
Distracting you while secrets notes make it in your bag
"What’s better than sex when its pouring?"
A question you don’t have to ask
Your favorite breakfast at your desk
Everything how you like, don’t worry about the rest
Pink & green roses loiter in your office space
Man I love looks like these on your face
Anonymous text messages, "loving how you look in your shirt"
Nervously you flirt
You look sexy in those high heel boots
Making you hot all day took many recruits
Telling you how hot it would be to bend you over the desk
Slap that ass while you grab the arms rest
How about how hot it would be
If I got under your desk secretly
Make you get off
Until your panties get wet & soft
Until that day dream earned its cost
Around 2pm I want you to break
Touch yourself until your legs shake
Then stop
Got sex in your nose even if your panties drop
Rattle off all the sexy things you can do
On the table in the board room
Open a button your blouse for access
Nipple pinching, text sex is the best
You're all into this mess
Want me to walk up and grab your hair
Grab your pair
Escort you to the land of pleasure
We go up and come down together
Elevator rides and career suicide
Has you coming down in the bathroom stall
Legs weak you trying not to fall
Wobbling to the computer where you plan to stay
This is the game we play, I won today, 4play
Stolen Kisses in the morning
Distracting you while secrets notes make it in your bag
"What’s better than sex when its pouring?"
A question you don’t have to ask
Your favorite breakfast at your desk
Everything how you like, don’t worry about the rest
Pink & green roses loiter in your office space
Man I love looks like these on your face
Anonymous text messages, "loving how you look in your shirt"
Nervously you flirt
You look sexy in those high heel boots
Making you hot all day took many recruits
Telling you how hot it would be to bend you over the desk
Slap that ass while you grab the arms rest
How about how hot it would be
If I got under your desk secretly
Make you get off
Until your panties get wet & soft
Until that day dream earned its cost
Around 2pm I want you to break
Touch yourself until your legs shake
Then stop
Got sex in your nose even if your panties drop
Rattle off all the sexy things you can do
On the table in the board room
Open a button your blouse for access
Nipple pinching, text sex is the best
You're all into this mess
Want me to walk up and grab your hair
Grab your pair
Escort you to the land of pleasure
We go up and come down together
Elevator rides and career suicide
Has you coming down in the bathroom stall
Legs weak you trying not to fall
Wobbling to the computer where you plan to stay
This is the game we play, I won today, 4play
A moment to dream
A moment to dream
I dreamed
Last night
That today
Never happened
You never left
Your eyes weren’t red
The baby wasn’t gone
Nothing was as it seemed
Our hands were clasped tight
Whispered words we say
We were laughing
To our selves
Only glances few words said
Because nothing was wrong
The day was like any other
You had the sun in your face
Me on your hips
And good morning kiss from my lips
I dreamed
Last night
That today
Never happened
You never left
Your eyes weren’t red
The baby wasn’t gone
Nothing was as it seemed
Our hands were clasped tight
Whispered words we say
We were laughing
To our selves
Only glances few words said
Because nothing was wrong
The day was like any other
You had the sun in your face
Me on your hips
And good morning kiss from my lips
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
On the street break dancer’s up rock
To “Breathe & stop”
On a cardboard box
A girl spins with total chaos
As the rugrats play tag & Double Dutch
Stick ball & starksy & hutch
Cans spray water freely
Sketch boys get ready for a throw up spree.
Trains ride pass everything still the same
Old school hustlers kick the youngins out the dice game
Gumby haircuts cross colors, and guess jeans
8 Ball & Bomber jackets were a broke kids dream
African medallions and “X” caps
“wassup son, where black at?”
On corner Bodega’s old ladies pass out fliers
Drug dealers get re-fills from suppliers
Starter Jackets, hat and champion jersey’s are in
Everybody got a fresh sneaker from Jordan
Wake up when Dorothy screamed “BROOKLYN”
On the street break dancer’s up rock
To “Breathe & stop”
On a cardboard box
A girl spins with total chaos
As the rugrats play tag & Double Dutch
Stick ball & starksy & hutch
Cans spray water freely
Sketch boys get ready for a throw up spree.
Trains ride pass everything still the same
Old school hustlers kick the youngins out the dice game
Gumby haircuts cross colors, and guess jeans
8 Ball & Bomber jackets were a broke kids dream
African medallions and “X” caps
“wassup son, where black at?”
On corner Bodega’s old ladies pass out fliers
Drug dealers get re-fills from suppliers
Starter Jackets, hat and champion jersey’s are in
Everybody got a fresh sneaker from Jordan
Wake up when Dorothy screamed “BROOKLYN”
Curious white girl
Curious white girl
She asks to transfer to the inner city school
People stare cause she a new fool
She walks cautiously through the halls
She wanted to see how the other half lived
Eventually got spoken to by a group of kids
“whats ya name, ya story, where ya live?”
Serenity, just move here, North West
They sized her up, tried to intimidate
She thinking “bitch don’t hate’
Trying to soak herself in she followed them around
Tried to jam to the African sounds
She asked so many questions
Left a curious impression
She wanted to be down so bad
She begged and begged her dad
For dollars for clothes
Curious white girl turned out & exposed
As a get wit, wanna be
Hoodie.
She asks to transfer to the inner city school
People stare cause she a new fool
She walks cautiously through the halls
She wanted to see how the other half lived
Eventually got spoken to by a group of kids
“whats ya name, ya story, where ya live?”
Serenity, just move here, North West
They sized her up, tried to intimidate
She thinking “bitch don’t hate’
Trying to soak herself in she followed them around
Tried to jam to the African sounds
She asked so many questions
Left a curious impression
She wanted to be down so bad
She begged and begged her dad
For dollars for clothes
Curious white girl turned out & exposed
As a get wit, wanna be
Hoodie.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Master of the Heart
Masters of the universe, preasents to the heart
We Make love in poverty while we submit to the art
Words over yellow sheets of paper, ink from bar-b-que coal
We bringing in rain water to fill the toilet bowl
When the chips are down and no one else is there
I look to the side and see that you still here
We collaborate over moonlight baths and Summer Showers
We master each others domain, together we're the mega powers
Each thursdsay we get clean and show up to perform
daps, hugs and handshakes there we have it going on
No one knows our struggle for anything in the world
On this night we're the above average boy & girl
Just here to host and show the world we can make it
The world is ours we just have to take it.
As the words cross your plump lips and rest comfortable in my ears
They remind me of the first time I herd you speak those words into life
They startled and shook my peers
I knew I needed to have you as my wife
Your words beckoned me to seek you
Now my heart is yours and I've mastered yours to.
We Make love in poverty while we submit to the art
Words over yellow sheets of paper, ink from bar-b-que coal
We bringing in rain water to fill the toilet bowl
When the chips are down and no one else is there
I look to the side and see that you still here
We collaborate over moonlight baths and Summer Showers
We master each others domain, together we're the mega powers
Each thursdsay we get clean and show up to perform
daps, hugs and handshakes there we have it going on
No one knows our struggle for anything in the world
On this night we're the above average boy & girl
Just here to host and show the world we can make it
The world is ours we just have to take it.
As the words cross your plump lips and rest comfortable in my ears
They remind me of the first time I herd you speak those words into life
They startled and shook my peers
I knew I needed to have you as my wife
Your words beckoned me to seek you
Now my heart is yours and I've mastered yours to.
We
I remmeber when we turned each other on
I reached over to you and fumbled with your buttons
In an Instant you were born
The light shined in your eyes
The thoughts crept into my mind
Seemed like I knew you
Those noises you made in my ears when I would move
When my hands rubbed in your groove
You sat there now knowing what to do
I was feeling you vibrate at the bridge
We met at the conclusion
With our own mix of sweat, I called it sweet fusion
We are music and poetry
I reached over to you and fumbled with your buttons
In an Instant you were born
The light shined in your eyes
The thoughts crept into my mind
Seemed like I knew you
Those noises you made in my ears when I would move
When my hands rubbed in your groove
You sat there now knowing what to do
I was feeling you vibrate at the bridge
We met at the conclusion
With our own mix of sweat, I called it sweet fusion
We are music and poetry
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Fools Gold
Fools Gold
The Wise man spread his fingers so chnage a can fall in the spaces
The death of man was the seperation of races
By religion, colors, and creed
The same colors seeps from our pours when we bleed
Fools gold was place in the socialist society
Decided before there was an idea of me
Now we bend to our knee to pray to our GOd for relief in the economy
When we don't own dollars we pray for sense
Now pennies are more common than 25 cents
Fools gold is in trust of a power who is not real
They telling us who to fear and how we should feel
When true lies have dictated the path of the nation
Fools Gold has decided the worth of a nation
The Wise man spread his fingers so chnage a can fall in the spaces
The death of man was the seperation of races
By religion, colors, and creed
The same colors seeps from our pours when we bleed
Fools gold was place in the socialist society
Decided before there was an idea of me
Now we bend to our knee to pray to our GOd for relief in the economy
When we don't own dollars we pray for sense
Now pennies are more common than 25 cents
Fools gold is in trust of a power who is not real
They telling us who to fear and how we should feel
When true lies have dictated the path of the nation
Fools Gold has decided the worth of a nation
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