Well.. Right now, as usual, I'm writing everyday. I got soo many poems and I want to just put them out there! But I'm trying to be cool and put em out there in a timely fashion. Still got my book coming next year.. 2 books rather ;). And of course a little surprise, hopefully before this year is out.
All I do is write and I hate for poems to sit around, but I want to save most of the poems for books. So when people read, they are reading what they haven't read before. So I'm in a little bind. My book Reality Dreaming is suppose to come out next year, but I was done w/ it pretty much before the summer started. So I'll have a few books just sitting, waiting to be released lol. Guess that can't be too bad lol.
But that's pretty much where I am now. Still writing and still grinding. Keeping an eye on my partners (check my followers); making sure I'm not slipping.
Ohh, before I forget.. I'm working on an audio book type project. I'll probably combine my first two books (A Walk Through My Mind, Journey). Take my favorite/best ones from those books and put em together. Or I may do a "mixtape." Getting new material on there to get people ready for the up coming books..... Y'all stay posted!!!
Peace and Love.. Be Safe
DenPoet, MarcManArts
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
***Band New***
PUMPS
Long day and she’s down in the dumps
She’s looking in the closet at her favorite pumps
She’s checking out how her ankles and calves tighten up
She does twirls in the morning with the moon light shinning
The polished glow of the shoes blinding
And I’m not talking about the Reebok kind
I’m talking about the heels with lip gloss shine
They give her such confidence
Like she just embodies dominance
The heel is high but not too high
She’s just below where birds fly by
Jeans, skirt, or flower dress
Doesn’t matter if it’s Fendi or Guess
When she puts ‘em on, no contest
Legs so smooth, leading into those pumps
To get in them jeans she jumps
When she goes out all the guys sweat her style
Couple steps in those pumps and she ends the day with a smile
Those pumps are her best friend
Long day and she’s down in the dumps
She’s looking in the closet at her favorite pumps
She’s checking out how her ankles and calves tighten up
She does twirls in the morning with the moon light shinning
The polished glow of the shoes blinding
And I’m not talking about the Reebok kind
I’m talking about the heels with lip gloss shine
They give her such confidence
Like she just embodies dominance
The heel is high but not too high
She’s just below where birds fly by
Jeans, skirt, or flower dress
Doesn’t matter if it’s Fendi or Guess
When she puts ‘em on, no contest
Legs so smooth, leading into those pumps
To get in them jeans she jumps
When she goes out all the guys sweat her style
Couple steps in those pumps and she ends the day with a smile
Those pumps are her best friend
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
M&M
The M&M twins of the civil rights movement
Term M&M, watch how I use it
Two different views, one common cause
One always moved forward and one knew when to pause
Both lead a nation of coloreds
Black as the night or rubber
We’re now choking on a lack of M&M
We need them
These new leaders have no nuts
Don’t take it wrong, they get knocked on they butts
I only mean they’re M&M plain
They don’t know how to break the slave type chain
We rather right each other
Than help each other and bring comfort to our mothers
These M&Ms couldn’t be packaged and sold during those times
Now these dudes is coming off assembly lines
The only progress is turning us against us
Throwing our own people under the bus
M&M put life on the line
That takes spine
They knew what could happen
Now people frail as a napkin
We losing the visions M&M set
The powers are winning this bet
Yeah you got a private jet
But are we getting to that next step?
Malcolm and Martin fought deathKeep the dream alive and show respect
Term M&M, watch how I use it
Two different views, one common cause
One always moved forward and one knew when to pause
Both lead a nation of coloreds
Black as the night or rubber
We’re now choking on a lack of M&M
We need them
These new leaders have no nuts
Don’t take it wrong, they get knocked on they butts
I only mean they’re M&M plain
They don’t know how to break the slave type chain
We rather right each other
Than help each other and bring comfort to our mothers
These M&Ms couldn’t be packaged and sold during those times
Now these dudes is coming off assembly lines
The only progress is turning us against us
Throwing our own people under the bus
M&M put life on the line
That takes spine
They knew what could happen
Now people frail as a napkin
We losing the visions M&M set
The powers are winning this bet
Yeah you got a private jet
But are we getting to that next step?
Malcolm and Martin fought deathKeep the dream alive and show respect
Justified Anger
My anger is justified today
So far I’ve been supportive of around my way
But now it’s too much
People around you, you can’t even trust
Your own “people” shoot you and rob you
Who do they think they are? Who?
I’m about ready to give up on these punks
They wanna be thugs, chumps
Yeah the government made it bad on the hood
But these little dudes aren’t misunderstood
At least not to me
Through that fake thug I see
I cared, but now I care less
I’m not gone be bothered by the stress
Yeah I said it; just give em a craft and a trade
But they so deep in this way of life that it won’t fade
How do you help people that keep robbing you?
I’m done, wash my hands and I’m through
I defending these dudes when my pops said they bad
I just thought maybe they needed a brother or a dad
But when a gun is put his face
All that “I want to help” goes out in space
Like someone talked bout my mama, them fighting words
All that peaceful talk is kicked to the curb
Anger, hate whatever you wanna call it
All that, I’m feeling it
Put me in a closed room with them for 5 minutes time
He’ll come out talking like a mime
I know I shouldn’t hate cause of who I believe in
But just the thought of revenge gives me a little grin
Am I wrong for thinking about that danger?
Or do I have justified anger?
So far I’ve been supportive of around my way
But now it’s too much
People around you, you can’t even trust
Your own “people” shoot you and rob you
Who do they think they are? Who?
I’m about ready to give up on these punks
They wanna be thugs, chumps
Yeah the government made it bad on the hood
But these little dudes aren’t misunderstood
At least not to me
Through that fake thug I see
I cared, but now I care less
I’m not gone be bothered by the stress
Yeah I said it; just give em a craft and a trade
But they so deep in this way of life that it won’t fade
How do you help people that keep robbing you?
I’m done, wash my hands and I’m through
I defending these dudes when my pops said they bad
I just thought maybe they needed a brother or a dad
But when a gun is put his face
All that “I want to help” goes out in space
Like someone talked bout my mama, them fighting words
All that peaceful talk is kicked to the curb
Anger, hate whatever you wanna call it
All that, I’m feeling it
Put me in a closed room with them for 5 minutes time
He’ll come out talking like a mime
I know I shouldn’t hate cause of who I believe in
But just the thought of revenge gives me a little grin
Am I wrong for thinking about that danger?
Or do I have justified anger?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sneaking
Tip toeing in my socks
As not to disturb rocks
She is sleeping so peacefully
This won't be done easily
I move in, hand out waiting for a scream
To my surprise she wakes and hugs me
Finger over my mouth, shhh
Let's head down south
She agrees and we flee
We're lover birds to be
We're playing around the stars
In the distance we can see Mars
We have a quick bite to eat on the Moon
I say baby you have to return soon
Sad look comes over her and she doesn't want to go
But I promise her I'll be back tomorrow
For now let's enjoy each other
Quick nap on a cloud together
Man it feels like forever
My watch sounds as the sun peaks
And to her I softly speak
Its time my love
We blow kisses and she rises above
To keep our secret she puts back on her halo
As I return to Earth through a rainbow
I'm her dough and she is my leaven
So I'm sad until I again sneak my Angel out of Heaven
As not to disturb rocks
She is sleeping so peacefully
This won't be done easily
I move in, hand out waiting for a scream
To my surprise she wakes and hugs me
Finger over my mouth, shhh
Let's head down south
She agrees and we flee
We're lover birds to be
We're playing around the stars
In the distance we can see Mars
We have a quick bite to eat on the Moon
I say baby you have to return soon
Sad look comes over her and she doesn't want to go
But I promise her I'll be back tomorrow
For now let's enjoy each other
Quick nap on a cloud together
Man it feels like forever
My watch sounds as the sun peaks
And to her I softly speak
Its time my love
We blow kisses and she rises above
To keep our secret she puts back on her halo
As I return to Earth through a rainbow
I'm her dough and she is my leaven
So I'm sad until I again sneak my Angel out of Heaven
Wonderland Revisited
Wonderland calls me for another visit
So back I'm going to go
There is more to explore, I'm a good critic
This time I have her under strobe light glow
The way the light hits her is breath taking
The way the light shadows her curves
Her curves are looking for the light, waiting
It's like when the light isn't on her it gets on her nerves
After a while the glow in her eyes is brighter than the light
her smile gives radiance
A wink and a smirk of the lip could turn day to night
And to understand that power takes patience
Her voice is that of Angelic hymns
Sound comes across her lips like a breeze off the ocean
Her tear drops are like gems
And her breath is a love potion
Her skin has upkeep by the hour
Years have passed but she hasn't aged
Only described by heavenly power
Beauty never stops even after years turn the page
It seems every time I come to Wonderland I find something new
I fall in love all over again the moment I arrive
I don't know how she does what she do
All I know is Wonderland takes me above the skies
So back I'm going to go
There is more to explore, I'm a good critic
This time I have her under strobe light glow
The way the light hits her is breath taking
The way the light shadows her curves
Her curves are looking for the light, waiting
It's like when the light isn't on her it gets on her nerves
After a while the glow in her eyes is brighter than the light
her smile gives radiance
A wink and a smirk of the lip could turn day to night
And to understand that power takes patience
Her voice is that of Angelic hymns
Sound comes across her lips like a breeze off the ocean
Her tear drops are like gems
And her breath is a love potion
Her skin has upkeep by the hour
Years have passed but she hasn't aged
Only described by heavenly power
Beauty never stops even after years turn the page
It seems every time I come to Wonderland I find something new
I fall in love all over again the moment I arrive
I don't know how she does what she do
All I know is Wonderland takes me above the skies
Monday, July 20, 2009
Different
She’s so contrary to popular belief
You wouldn’t want to give up on her lease
Her name even tastes different when spoken off the tongue
She gives my favorite food a run
And there’s no intention for a pun
This is “real talk” even though cliché
My ears are on the look out for any thing she may say
I say contrary because she’s beautiful but her mind shines
She stands tall as pines
And she’s all m…
Well maybe not
But I would like her to be the main character in my plot
My story
She can be my Robert Horry
People fear words like different, strong willed, independent
But of royalty we’re all descendent
She’s different, not compared to the latest video
When seen out, people don’t go “here we go”
Here we go with the same ‘ol mini dress
Same ‘ol shirt reveling a well lotion chest
She’s a beautiful lady with curves none the less
But she doesn’t have to show her butt or breasts
She’s so different
Complex even, meaning it takes time to understand her
She’s not simple, making guys uneasy or unsure
But that’s what I like about this lady
…even if she’s not meant for me
Just to know she’s out there is great
And just because she’s different doesn’t make her fake
She’s just different
You wouldn’t want to give up on her lease
Her name even tastes different when spoken off the tongue
She gives my favorite food a run
And there’s no intention for a pun
This is “real talk” even though cliché
My ears are on the look out for any thing she may say
I say contrary because she’s beautiful but her mind shines
She stands tall as pines
And she’s all m…
Well maybe not
But I would like her to be the main character in my plot
My story
She can be my Robert Horry
People fear words like different, strong willed, independent
But of royalty we’re all descendent
She’s different, not compared to the latest video
When seen out, people don’t go “here we go”
Here we go with the same ‘ol mini dress
Same ‘ol shirt reveling a well lotion chest
She’s a beautiful lady with curves none the less
But she doesn’t have to show her butt or breasts
She’s so different
Complex even, meaning it takes time to understand her
She’s not simple, making guys uneasy or unsure
But that’s what I like about this lady
…even if she’s not meant for me
Just to know she’s out there is great
And just because she’s different doesn’t make her fake
She’s just different
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Brain Storm
Get ya umbrellas out, the kid about to brain storm
But turn them up side down cause it’s against the norm
I want you to catch the ideas I’m showering you with
In every drop there is a positive tip
I don’t know exactly who I’m speaking to
But one thing is for sure I’m talking to you
You with the mountain you feel you can’t climb
You that’s always in a rush to waste time
And you who can’t see the future because of what you left behind
Why dwell in the past, when each day is new?
And wouldn’t it feel good to look back and see how you grew?
Get it? You need rain to grow
Trials and troubles, you know how they go
Hope you catch the moral of the story, we all make mistakes
But you live and learn and that idea makes life great
Where you come from can mold you, but who you are should make you
If you’re around good people you become them and they you
I wouldn’t lie, every thing I say is true
Why be proud to be a follower or just apart of the crowd?
Why not be a leader and set the tone of that crowd?
So now the storm is passing and you didn’t even get wet
But the question is, is ya umbrella full from what you were to catch?
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
But turn them up side down cause it’s against the norm
I want you to catch the ideas I’m showering you with
In every drop there is a positive tip
I don’t know exactly who I’m speaking to
But one thing is for sure I’m talking to you
You with the mountain you feel you can’t climb
You that’s always in a rush to waste time
And you who can’t see the future because of what you left behind
Why dwell in the past, when each day is new?
And wouldn’t it feel good to look back and see how you grew?
Get it? You need rain to grow
Trials and troubles, you know how they go
Hope you catch the moral of the story, we all make mistakes
But you live and learn and that idea makes life great
Where you come from can mold you, but who you are should make you
If you’re around good people you become them and they you
I wouldn’t lie, every thing I say is true
Why be proud to be a follower or just apart of the crowd?
Why not be a leader and set the tone of that crowd?
So now the storm is passing and you didn’t even get wet
But the question is, is ya umbrella full from what you were to catch?
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
Monday, July 6, 2009
Wishing on a Star
I feel like there’s no hope
Like I’m at the end of my rope
I’m in a hole and can’t get out
I’m held down and can’t sprout
So I’m wishing on a star
God it seems like you’re so far
So I’m praying you meet me half way
I feel I’m just wasting my day
Tough times on the inside
It’s starting to leak out on the ride
Rusty sides and loose wheels
And the new paint is starting to peal
So I’m wishing on a star
And trying to keep par
Trying to hold up my end but it’s tough
The system is against me and not just
Two steps forward and three back
What’s up with that?
Lord order my steps
It is You who knows best
I’m praying to the starThat’s not so far
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
Like I’m at the end of my rope
I’m in a hole and can’t get out
I’m held down and can’t sprout
So I’m wishing on a star
God it seems like you’re so far
So I’m praying you meet me half way
I feel I’m just wasting my day
Tough times on the inside
It’s starting to leak out on the ride
Rusty sides and loose wheels
And the new paint is starting to peal
So I’m wishing on a star
And trying to keep par
Trying to hold up my end but it’s tough
The system is against me and not just
Two steps forward and three back
What’s up with that?
Lord order my steps
It is You who knows best
I’m praying to the starThat’s not so far
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
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