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Now sohh poets i know i jus drop a poem in every now and again but im thinking of putting a bunch of my pieces {old and new} together and turning it into a mini book or sumthin...problem is im not too sure which pieces i should put in it so ima be dropping a few pieces in here every now and again to jus c how they would fit in it and as my critics yall can tell me if a poem fits into the whole or should be kept out for soething else iite thanks for the cooperation yall got ma gratitude and without further adue well get right into it
The homewreck'd's love
Hat tipped , smile on
eyes colored with that life gleam
with a contented mind on its seams
and shades on the ears
yeah i had dat right gear
but baby had that right stare
and facts bare
a mingle of intelligent beauty damn....
she looked so right and fit
damn she hooked me on her concious
and on a concious tip
it was kinda hard not to say yes
when she smiled cause when she smiled
she shined like a goddess
and looked like she was at her happiest
and my mind, body, emotion and soul
couldnt let her down
couldnt see her unhappy
because when i was with her
it seemed my only responsibility was to see her lips
cure into that expression that showed her whites
and made the shine pearly in the light
cant believe how being together could feel so right
couldnt describe how it felt
it was simply indescribable
it was like knowing whether you were gonna frown or smile
before the nite
pain and sorrow didnt exist in her touch
lies and swears couldnt escape her mouth
trusted her with everything and she did in return
wonder how long it'll last before she finds out im a married man
piece 1
Girl ur appeal is so real u leave me in a rush 4 more of u 2 feel dont kno wats ur deal and i dont care long as i can put a seal on ur lips 2 begin a contract of tru emotion unleashed 2 its limits untouched by falsehood and cheat but only in a sense where 1's lips cheat the othas wanted lips of a drink and leave only a sip of wat culd b de end result of a goodnites tease 2 plz each othas needs do i mak sense or r u lost in de translation of ma free thoughts flyin from ma mouth, i guess not but ur more dan u seem 2 b and and i wonda wat else u culd b hidin from me? a mystery chic if u plz i feel lyk we known each otha but dnt kno da 1st thing bout 1 anotha so i jus........feel........while u hang in ma subconcious lyk ma chain from ma nec jus gimme a sec....wat u think of a kiss?
piece 2
Power of truth
Clouds been grey, and the smell of rain covers the air, as a threat of eminent bad times to come, as the mind trys to discover the lie in the signs of 1's turn in luck.
Thoughts are lined and feelings are in a frying pan just steaming over with anxiety, guilt and misery, judgement clouded choices are made that **** up the already ****ed up situation, as the concious tries in its, unplanned, way of solving the plan further complex's it and with every twist and turn, in its passageways of chaos and its lybrinthine of mistakes and problems.
And so in the end stuck in a corner the body and mind must finally face the truth it was running from, and with thirsty, dirty and cracked lips, confess what whih caused the mental and physical mayhem, and finally be lifted of the dead weight which was the body of guilt and confusion, and finally be able to close the red shot eyes that were denied sleep, by the demon of torment which lusted for the revelation of the thing the mind refused to admit, say and let to light, and with that confession all calmed.
All seemed right, and the soul felt untainted for the 1st time since knowledg of the crime was had, and in that time between the gasps of shock, the looks of disgust and the later emergence of the official or moral law that would come to put the physical or mental or both under lock and key, till the public decided it was safe to release the soul among them, th spirit felt warm, ecstatic, full of life, and knew its forgiveness had been granted by whatever power controlled such affairs and situations.
piece3
Stay
Candles lit
room darkens
Mcknight playin softly throughout da room
I move 2 whispa"r u ready"
den it begins
kissin hur softly as i remove hurr clothes
tym seems 2 slo as we get dwn on da floor
I c dis look of ecstacy in hurr eye as i part hurr lips
2 gon in so slowly tastin hurr wet
4 a moment it seems she stops breathin den
i hear hurr cum bac in a gasp and we on again
i hoist hurr legs on ma shoulders
hur bac on da wall
i jus didnt wnt 2 tak less i jus wnted mor
hur eyes rollin in2 da bac of hurr head
as i hear hurr moan aw so sweetly
i lowa hurr below me afta she shuddurs in da palm of ma hands
and b4 i had a gud grib she clasped hurr legs round ma waist
and banged and banged and banged and banged
till da bed shook and i thought it break
she had me in a grip and it cam 2 me as i began move
it wasnt as bad as i thought it wuld
as i begin 2 rock she begins 2 shake
dis a lil mor dan i culd handle and hurr breathe cam in raspy takes
den b4 we kne it it was ova
and i aint gonna lie it was as gud as it eva culd b 4 me
cauz im a soldier
b4 i got up doe she gav me a smile
and asked"wont u stay 4 a while?"
piece 4
The soldier is weak
and seeks escape from battle in Iraq
his nerves rattled he wants to be back home with his family
but finally in that hospital wing he makes a discovery
He was meant to die at the hand of the Iraqi
decidedly he looks u to the lord to forgive him
Secondly he looks at his gun thats looking real friendly
but due to the fact that he was brought up religiously
he cant bring himself to end his misery
so in that hospital wing he starts thinkin his life over seriously
thinking of how happily he'd lived
and looking sarcastically at how gladly he joined the army
to protect his country
a country thats given him a death sentence without emotion
readily giving him to a cause he never wanted to fght for
as this reality hits him psychologically he loses his mind
and starts grabbing the gun senselessly following his plans through
1. He picks up the gun
2. He takes of the safety lock
3. He puts it in his mouth
4. A shot is heard
And a letter is sent saying
Thank you know that we are grateful for maing our plans succesful
G.W.Bush.
piece5
I was born with wings and thoes birds on ma palms
distributed da white dust among desperate 1's
chanced and ripped da literacy system 2 bcome a don
and turned into a poetic philosopher at da age of 12
revolutionized thinkin and changed da prayers
disillusionised pimps and thoes fools who thought dey were players
the game is a board of chess and dem pawns da hata's
and as a strategist i play with the most powerful pieces
A pawn to b king among the queen knights and bishops
I was raised with a dyme on ma wrist and a scorpion tattooed on ma back
a snake on ma neck but no chip n ma shoulder
used ma zodiac to my advantage and ma chinese year as my friend
met the true reality of life and embraced it
at the same time planned a counter-attack to control it
i've taken life and death, darkness and light and flipped da script so often
i dont know wut would happen wen i die
my mind is infamous with lyrics it plays lyk it used 2 belong 2 jimmy hendricks
everyone readin, repeatin ma wrdz while im quiet like im a ventriloquest
i makes it fit, lyk pieces of a puzzle
i dismantle my targets, decipher their patterns
rearrange their innards, and leave dem disfigured
so it aint really hard 2 figure
i was honed at da age of 13 to b more dangerous dan a gun
with my mental lyrical fire
comparin ma hunger to dat of da first few days of da katrina survivors
u'd say dey were full and satisfied and ate lyk kings and queens
i was born wit them birds in my palms
born to leave a mark wit ma hunger for more
Rhythm of da sick
Da sickness is in da rythm of da sick, sadly livin dey lives confined 2 illness and greedy *****es who suck dem dry of dey blood and money where da difference between ur gurl and ur lawyer is she stops f***in u afta ur dead in ur coffin and da bibles read but wit all dis said deres still s*** goin on out dere,8 year olds pipin grown men,and thoes grown men da pastors tellin u 2 repent from ur sins,helpin new orleans doesnt happen afta 3 to 4 days, and dey still have de nerve 2 worry bout people lyk saddam hussein, we cry 4 our problems but cant help each otha, den scream 2 da lord "did i hurt ma brotha",its all da same whereva da state, u can start a poll and itll state da same we all sick we jus need sum1 2 help us cure us
Now dis poem was written when i had had a bad day and had looked at my environment a lil closer than i usually did
Tearless Skies
I begged da lord 2 bless da mind and da mind 2 bless thy self but as it proved it was a futile attempt as a brotha dies from a hate crime every tym i look at da newz cant believe wat i c wen i walk in ma streets a child wit a child 2oo young 2 b a motha and dat child wit a child makin hurr a grandmotha,dis aint a world 4 lova's so we pimps and *****s and bloods and crips, *****es and hoes but wen a hoe called a hoe she shakes hurr ass low but dnt lyk da name used 4 hurr doe, doe we still hav our pride homes, it jus sets us bac 2 steops in a one step movement dey say ever since we lost mlk and malcolm x we became *****s again but since we lost biggie and pac wen i asked 4 year old ***** wat dey names he asked whogoes by dem names? biggies daddy or pacs brotha, i prayed 2 da lord dat nite and he sent thunda clouds 2 share in ma anger, and i prayed 2 him 2day 2 ask him y, but it was lyk he didnt care cuz he sent me tearless skies
same goes for dis poem as the 1st i wrote i was having a headache when i wrote dis 1 doe
Candles lit
room darkens
Mcknight playin softly throughout da room
I move 2 whispa"r u ready"
den it begins
kissin hur softly as i remove hurr clothes
tym seems 2 slo as we get dwn on da floor
I c dis look of ecstacy in hurr eye as i part hurr lips
2 gon in so slowly tastin hurr wet
4 a moment it seems she stops breathin den
i hear hurr cum bac in a gasp and we on again
i hoist hurr legs on ma shoulders
hur bac on da wall
i jus didnt wnt 2 tak less i jus wnted mor
hurr eyes rollin in2 da bac of hurr head
as i hear hurr moan aw so sweetly
i lowa hurr below me afta she shuddurs in da palm of ma hands
and b4 i had a gud grib she clasped hurr legs round ma waist
and banged and banged and banged and banged
till da bed shook and i thought it break
she had me in a grip and it cam 2 me as i began move
it wasnt as bad as i thought it wuld
as i begin 2 rock she begins 2 shake
dis a lil mor dan i culd handle and hurr breathe cam in raspy takes
den b4 we kne it it was ova
and i aint gonna lie it was as gud as it eva culd b 4 me
cauz im a soldier
b4 i got up doe she gav me a smile
and asked"wont u stay 4 a while?"
bac scratched, but he dnt feel it as body temperatures rise, thoughts escape grasp and movement is all dat matters, bodies turnin lips kissin, tongues slidin.......minds stuck on da subject of ecstacy is dis rong or ryt?, but dat doesnt stop da moans da groans heard and felt from within.....her neck arches bac as ma face moves he feel her nipples harden unda his jaws and hear hurr soft gasps as he slowly.........pressure rises it feel slyk da end is comin...no.... she arches den drops in disappointment as she looks him in da eye as he slowly whispas"not yet".....she smiles but it quickly turns in2 a wild look dat seemed ryt only on da face of a fighta, as her legs clasp his waist she feels him ease in2 her clit......her moans r only surpassed by her thighs force as it forces him deeper and deeper....it happens again as he feels it about 2 end, he moves 2 come out b4, but not willin 2 b teased 2wice she folded her legs on himand forced him in2 a thrust 4ward and........their minds exploded in2 an abyss off pleasure as they breathe and he looks acusinly in2 her eyes as she smiles.....he decides anotha round as punishment 4 her imprisonment but 4 now...he jus... let her breathe
i hear da hustle of da streets in ma dreams
hear da sound of durrty bills foldin
chains and rings "clinkin" 2gether
as i stand on ma old hustle block
gat at ma bac, ma bois on da corna
its all so "ryt"
da feel of da cold air on ma face
da feel of da mone in ma hand
da feel of powa and skill
race thru ma veins
told maself da nite b4 i wasnt gonna b broke no mor
called ma boy "money" and set up an operation
was cakin b4 da week ws up wit no regrets
but almost gettin caught
i hear da song of da poor
i c da cars of da rich drive by
as i lite a strawberry flavored mile
sweet new jacket pockets loaded
but as i step fresh and clean from da store
wif ma fresh new air force 1's
i wake up and realised t was all a dream
sun touch da skin burnin
baby ma said neva eva
but den she also said neva say eva
word play leavin scorch marks in minds
she tryna b on top
and he tryna stay dere
thoughts escape unthought
and bodies screamin names in difrent tongues
memories unsought present an awk-word song
who did wrong in da situation?
he wanted her she denied even doe knowin she was tellin a lie
dey played da game even doe dey felt da fire
suns touch no more now its jus heatin
conversations left in da middle of sentences
she says "ten" and he been benchin
no longa on da phone now its bodies callin
her resistence is pitiful but so is her victim
he practically has her name etched in black on da cova of his heart
and been workin jus so she wuldnt b evicted from her house
always knowin wher it wuld end from da start
so slowly enterin her with his art
da game changed afta dat 1st hour
now it was who got who whipped infront of da crowds
thoughts escaped no longa of da future dey was thinkin of ryt now
suns no longa heatin now its off 2 cook
gurl sweatin as he works his moves
but he anxious about it 2
he dnt need 2 lose naw he off 2 win
she blew off erry single dude
and he wants 2 swim
directions changin now da moods swingin
afta dat 1st dance dey had each otha breathless
psychologies breakin hearts thumpin its ova now
all dey gotta do is realise it
tyms a changin de new year rings in
and b4 da clock strikes 12
dey lean-in endin up kissin
he whispers "wanna go"
she leans in and says "yea, i sure wanna go"
Saint Valentine's words were," to love is to be forever changed"
and so changed my being was
by the mere experience thoughts.....
Unselfish thoughts raced my minds length and width
tryin to create a perfect picture, of the perfect words
for the perfect being you were
not to say you werent flawed
but your flaws created your perfection
and everything to the pit of my soul
asked to be kept in this state of bliss
where everything made sense
and all the pieces to this puzzle called life fit
I loved to see you smile
and you were beautiful when you schemed and turned it to a pout
Damn baby it was near impossible to say no when you begged hard enough
and for me to become over-protective your tears were enough,
now to speak with the man who was the reason for this day we call valentine's
I asked his last thoughts and he said
"I died in a ghastly manner, gladly fighting for the most magical emotions of all, and for that i have no regrets".
and true even if we never made it
i was glad to have loved baby.
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