More?

Let’s start with a simple question shall we
How great do you think we could be?
I think we could be really marvelous
Lack of love would starve us
But I see my future in your eyes
I don’t care about the what ifs and whys
As long as we keep it real and no lies
I mean we’re friends but why can’t we be more?
Why can’t we just let emotions pore?
Stop worrying about what people say and think
Stop worrying about what happens when you blink
As long as your head is above water, you won’t sink
And you mean too much to me to let you sink
Once again…
Why can’t we be more than friends?
All I want is a chance
Your life I want to enhance
I don’t know if it’ll last a lifetime
Or be as short as this rhyme
But that’s a small risk great reward option
So what’s up baby, let’s get it poppin’
Not to sound arrogant, but I want to show you a real man
Someone who is not afraid to hold your hand
I’m tried of going through these flings
I want the woman who invades my dreams
Let me see that grin
Why can’t we be more than friends?

Wonderland

Let’s start at the toes
Painted the color of Rose
Ride her ankles to the calves
Perfect dimensions, you do the math
Smooth legs like fresh pavement
My hands marvel in amazement
Next on the tour are her thighs
I love food so they’re like a fresh ham in my eyes
In this Wonderland, that’s a gift wrapped prize
Her hips are perfect love handles
And have been kept away from vandals
Her belly button can’t hide in the desert of her stomach
My fingers jump for joy as they rummage
They glide back and forth across her plains
Moving from plains to beautiful hillsides
Way too smooth for a bumpy ride
And through their valley I just glide
Speaking of glide, next are her wings
And down her arms to those hands she holds the heart of her King
With each finger she can do no wrong
Because together they become ten pillars strong
Next are the windows to her soul
And these windows play a major role
They show the light that her heart bares
You can tell everything by a stare
Her lips is the doorway
But only her King can enter that way
After this journey it’s hard to stand
Because her body is a Wonderland

Cool Night

Not bad, kind of cool outside
Just got in from a long ride
Set up the bed, ready to lay it down
Missing her touch, I kind of frown
I’m in the bed, got the fan on low
Under my sheet almost right to sleep I go
Late in the night, chilly
A dream I don’t remember, but it’s silly
Cold chill sets in
Like I’m outside in the wind
I awake with a shiver
I need relief only warm arms can deliver
I get up, into the closet and grab a bigger cover
Throw it on and dive right under
It’s no longer a cool night
The warmth of her arms made it right
Or maybe the covers over me?
Nah, her arms in my dream

From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0

Tell Em

Momma tell em this
Your father left, he’s a punk that’s it
You’re not him you’re you
You may look like him buts that’s all that’s true
Just because he left, you treat women good
Treat em like a real man should
Always be on ya hustle and stand your ground
You’re the best and smartest pound for pound
Always speak ya mind and hold ya head with respect
Keep ya feet on the ground and mind in the sky like a jet
Don’t ever forget ya family because that’s all you got
And you be there for em till the day you rot
Just because ya dad left don’t mean you can’t be a real man
And to a lady don’t ever raise ya hand
He gone, its gone hurt
But get over it, make it work
Control the things you can
Let the river flow, you don’t need a dam
Because it only builds up to make things worse
And make sure you stay in church
God is the only one to get you through
When it seems everyone else leaves you
He left, he’s weak
But having a kid is a treat
Don’t have if you can’t provide
And to the back put ya pride
So young men without a dad
Listen to what I’ve said


From the poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0

Reality Dreaming

This is the Dedication/Introduction part of my up coming book, Reality Dreaming. Hope you enjoy this little bit and look for a preview copy by the end of the summer...

Dedication

This book is dedicated to the dreamers. To the people like me who believe in dreams and who fight to see their dreams come true. This book is for people who dream of love, who dream of change and who dream of a better life. Dream until your dream becomes a reality. Dream on…


Introduction

Reality: The quality or state of being actual or true.
Dreaming: A series of mental images, ideas, and emotions occurring in certain stages of sleep. A wild hope or fancy. One that is extremely pleasant, beautiful, or fine.

If you dream of reality, those dreams can come true. The mental images in your mind are based off real things in your life. Reality Dreaming is dreaming beyond. It’s dreaming life into what you want to happen. Once you’re in the reality part of the dream, it doesn’t stop. As you read through this book, it’s up to you to determine the difference between a dream and reality. My dream reality may be different from yours. After reading, ask yourself; are you dreaming reality or reality dreaming?

Interview w/ the Author

Q: Why do you write?

A: Well, got to go back to when I started. I wrote a few poems and I was told they were pretty good. My ex girl friend, who at the time was my best friend, suggested I get some poems published. Others said it as well, so I took it serious. But I went further and wanted to do a book. So now a hobby as turned real. I just feel like I have to write. I don't have plans on being famous, I want to inspire and uplift people. I'll always write even if people don't wanna pay for my books, I'll still make em. I write because I've learned words are powerful. Long as I have a passion to write about what I go through and what I see around me, I'll write.

Q: How long have you been writing?

A: Since 2006.

Q: Influences?

A: God, my family, friends, life, politics, music, relationships, strangers, my poetry partners (TeErra, Patrick, and Dave).... Music is the biggest influence on me and my writing. I LOVE music. All kinds of music. Stevie Wonder is probably the biggest influence. His songs are poems. They mean something and he can sing about anything. I kinda stayed away from reading poetry because I believed in my own words, style, and ideas. I knew how I wanted to write and I didn't want to "write like someone else." But now that I'm working on my 3rd book I'll start reading some stuff. Just so I can see some different things. Just like no body wants to keep hearing the same song over and over, they don't wanna read the same thing.

Q: What do you write about?

A: Just about everything. Love, politics, life, family, friends, joy, pain, emotions... All the feelings and emotions a person can feel. Even fantasy and dream type situations. I try to write about real things.

Q: Do you get personal?

A: At times. I usually don't put peoples names in my work if its "sensitive"or something like that. Like relationship I've had, I don't use names just out of respect. Plus names aren't needed. You can still feel the emotion or relate w/ out a name. But on the other side I do get personal w/ myself because people can relate and feel that much more connected. If someone reads about my grandfather, they can say "man I went through the same thing and it was hard for me too."

Q: What's the difference in the first 2 books?

A: "A Walk Through My Mind" (AWTMM) was really raw. I wouldn't say rushed, but I went right in. In "Journey" you can see the growth in writing and putting the book together. I took more time to actually think about how to put a book together. I took more time to edit poems, grammar and spelling. I knew just cause I knew what something meant doesn't mean the reader does; for example slang words. I write just about every day so it's all about presenting the best book I can. The second book I actually got it reviewed before I published it lol.

Q: What's next?

A: Working on starting my business, MarcManArts. Which will be geared towards helping others publish and teaching technologies that will help them. Also a new book coming early next year (2010). It'll be called Reality Dreaming. I'm super excited about this one. I'm pretty much done w/ it. A few tweaks. The theme is all about dreams and the view of them and so called reality. Real world v the world we create. I'll give up the intro....

Q: You did a book 07, 08... why not 09?

A: Well I can't really say yet.. Let's just say "we're" working on something. I'm not leaving 09 empty.

With a Pen

It’s hard for me to tell you how I feel
I fumble like a running back who can’t close the deal
Lucky for me I got a Roethlisberger to save me
Another way to express what’s inside me
See, I’m better with a pen
Game on the line that’s my win
I can construct a complete and flowing thought wave
And now it’s my pen my thoughts crave
I don’t even try and mumble, I go straight to my pen
So then
My thoughts come out controlled and tamed
Focused and aimed
Snapped and framed
So when I don’t say much I’m collecting my words
All my adjectives and verbs
Pooling them together to try and make an intelligent statement
After all I am a gent
I’m not as crazy as Rain Man, but I see the comparison
It’s a big play and I’m not trying to be Rodney Harrison
So be patient… I’m better with a pen

Constructive Reality

I’m spinning out of control in a vortex of virtual reality
A place where men do men things for men salary
A place where everything is twisted
It comes true if you wished it
I sat with Martin and Malcolm over a cup of fountain water
Their words inspired me to work harder
Joined us was Ozzie Davis
You should’ve seen their faces
He told me Dennis, always do the right things
Then out their backs came wings
Blinked my eyes to another atmosphere
A place neither there nor here
Backwards, yes it is
Benjamin Button, grow up to be kids
I just think of my dream girl and a space opens in time
Nervous but I follow the yellow brick line
Jump into a cloud and within seconds I’m next to pure exquisite
Hopefully this is not just a visit
Medium length brownish hair
Legs that make you want to stare
Five something, with a heavenly smile
Can’t forget her style
She’s the equivalent of picking off a shelf down the perfect aisle
Clean up on aisle perfect, I’m droolin’
And in that drool I sink and miss my opportunity to say
How I want to love her in every way
Sinking through the floor I end up in a bar
With a shot that looks like a jelly jar
Telling my problems to… Roger Rabbit?
But he’s saying something about a Jessica Rabbit
I’d rather be in a casket
Then be like him drowning in heart break
Is this a dream? Can I wake?
Walking till my feet hurt looking for exquisite
But it seems walking further isn’t worth it
Falling face first the vortex scoops me before I hit the ground
Round and round and round
Images from my mind I see in the circular cloud
Moments of regret and moments of proud
The images fall into a singular pile
Close my eyes and smile
Open them to a beautiful face
My virtual reality dream world is a crazy place