Queen of Sorrow
She’s so dramatic
Everything is crafted
She puts on a show
To show you she’s feeling low
She gets into relationships
Just for the hardships
She likes being a woman scorned
You’ve been warned
She’s the queen of sorrow
Woe is me is she
You know how it be
This man and that man ain’t squat
You don’t want to be in that spot
Broken hearted so many times
Her heart now hides behind blinds
Instead if moving forward, she’s in park
She likes the attention that shines on her in the dark
She’s the queen of sorrow
She lets men in, but only in the foyer (for-yay)
They see her heart only through a digital display
But what happens when one gets through?
That one fly dude
She can’t deny love forever
Love is way too clever
But she has found ways to mess up before
For her it’s not that hard a chore
But how long can she be the queen of sorrow?
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
At The Moment...
Well at the moment, nothing has really changed. Still writing everyday and trying to make my books the best I can.
Something that may be new or of interest is I've picked a timeline for my next 2 books. Mid January for Reality Dreaming and around Valentines Day for Created to Love, the official version.
I'm also working with my baby brother on his very own book. He wants to call it Poetry & Word Searches. I'm pretty excited about that and so his he. He likes to talk so putting his words on paper wouldn't be that hard. We're looking at his birthday in March for a release.
Poetry and word searches may seem like an odd combo, but it's what he wants and I think it's a book idea. It's different and creative. More than that, it's his very own. All I'm doing is fueling his creativity. I don't want to get in the way with my own ideas or stunt his growth so to speak. In a few days or weeks I may post something of his. Be on the look out!
Be safe and blessed
DenPoet, MarcManArts
Something that may be new or of interest is I've picked a timeline for my next 2 books. Mid January for Reality Dreaming and around Valentines Day for Created to Love, the official version.
I'm also working with my baby brother on his very own book. He wants to call it Poetry & Word Searches. I'm pretty excited about that and so his he. He likes to talk so putting his words on paper wouldn't be that hard. We're looking at his birthday in March for a release.
Poetry and word searches may seem like an odd combo, but it's what he wants and I think it's a book idea. It's different and creative. More than that, it's his very own. All I'm doing is fueling his creativity. I don't want to get in the way with my own ideas or stunt his growth so to speak. In a few days or weeks I may post something of his. Be on the look out!
Be safe and blessed
DenPoet, MarcManArts
Swallowing Rain
Tears sticking to my face like a stain
Head bowed under the umbrella in the rain
All I feel is pain
And I can’t move
I’ve lost my groove
And it didn’t take much of anything
I feel like on the inside I’m hemorrhaging
I have a hard time swallowing her suggestion
Almost like a feeling of indigestion
She was so ignorant
That now I’m feeling indignant
Now my face is indigo
With a bad case of vertigo
Awh, here we go
Another one bites the dust
She ate the inside of my pie and left the crust
I go deaf to everything outside my mind
It’s raining hard, like the earth committed a crime
Drop the umbrella and step into the rain
Maybe it’ll help me swallow my pain
Gulp
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
Head bowed under the umbrella in the rain
All I feel is pain
And I can’t move
I’ve lost my groove
And it didn’t take much of anything
I feel like on the inside I’m hemorrhaging
I have a hard time swallowing her suggestion
Almost like a feeling of indigestion
She was so ignorant
That now I’m feeling indignant
Now my face is indigo
With a bad case of vertigo
Awh, here we go
Another one bites the dust
She ate the inside of my pie and left the crust
I go deaf to everything outside my mind
It’s raining hard, like the earth committed a crime
Drop the umbrella and step into the rain
Maybe it’ll help me swallow my pain
Gulp
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
Friday, August 21, 2009
***Brand New***
Before She Goes to Sleep
It’s getting late, I’ve got to move
There’s something I have to prove
I know she’s getting ready to lay that pretty head down
But before she takes off that halo crown
She needs to hear these words
Keeping my eyes open for cops in the burbs
Get to the door and she answers
Can I help you she says sarcastically?
And I say we need to talk emotionally
Well all you need to do is listen
Look at those eyes glisten
Baby I just need to tell you this before you go to sleep
And this comes from down deep
I love you more than any thing on this earth
I finally see your true worth
You bring an addition to my life I couldn’t believe
Because my mind just couldn’t find comprehension to retrieve
So I’m here on my knees
Standing like a man with flaws who makes mistakes
Learning from those and not moving with haste
You are the sun and stars
You…
A man in a tailored suit says something I can’t hear
Look in her eyes as I see a tear
She bows her head and begins to speak
But I hear nothing as my heart gets weak
Jamie Foxx’s Overdose is my theme song of the moment
Crushing my time for atonement
I feel like I’ve had too much to drink
My eyes start to blink
Faster and faster
It’s like a scene in a movie that starts to flash
For the car I make a dash
I can’t make it out, but I hear her voice
I mumble, you’ve made your choice
I was already too late before tonight
And I couldn’t make it right
It’s getting late, I’ve got to move
There’s something I have to prove
I know she’s getting ready to lay that pretty head down
But before she takes off that halo crown
She needs to hear these words
Keeping my eyes open for cops in the burbs
Get to the door and she answers
Can I help you she says sarcastically?
And I say we need to talk emotionally
Well all you need to do is listen
Look at those eyes glisten
Baby I just need to tell you this before you go to sleep
And this comes from down deep
I love you more than any thing on this earth
I finally see your true worth
You bring an addition to my life I couldn’t believe
Because my mind just couldn’t find comprehension to retrieve
So I’m here on my knees
Standing like a man with flaws who makes mistakes
Learning from those and not moving with haste
You are the sun and stars
You…
A man in a tailored suit says something I can’t hear
Look in her eyes as I see a tear
She bows her head and begins to speak
But I hear nothing as my heart gets weak
Jamie Foxx’s Overdose is my theme song of the moment
Crushing my time for atonement
I feel like I’ve had too much to drink
My eyes start to blink
Faster and faster
It’s like a scene in a movie that starts to flash
For the car I make a dash
I can’t make it out, but I hear her voice
I mumble, you’ve made your choice
I was already too late before tonight
And I couldn’t make it right
Monday, August 17, 2009
Always Smiling
The embodiment of joy she was
Slang word, she was my cuz
But more so like and aunt
Even close to god mother
She was like no other
Every time I saw her she smiled at me
She called me cutie repeatedly
Always told me she was proud
She followed me like a cloud
When I was down, I always knew she was praying
Praying for me to succeed
A kind of Angel, the best breed
She’ll always be apart of my soul
In my heart she always has a role
Days turn to months, a short time into a while
I will always remember that smile
R.I.P. Cousin Nita...
Slang word, she was my cuz
But more so like and aunt
Even close to god mother
She was like no other
Every time I saw her she smiled at me
She called me cutie repeatedly
Always told me she was proud
She followed me like a cloud
When I was down, I always knew she was praying
Praying for me to succeed
A kind of Angel, the best breed
She’ll always be apart of my soul
In my heart she always has a role
Days turn to months, a short time into a while
I will always remember that smile
R.I.P. Cousin Nita...
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
***Brand New***
Sick of Dying
I'm sick of dying
Sick of tearless crying
Every time I hear her name
I feel more pain
And I die all over again
That scent is her scent
That door way she came and went
Every time my heart is stopped
Those arteries can't be unblocked
And I die all over again
The pain of love thoughts
The agony of love lost
Every time I think, it hurts
If you've loved, you know how it works
No one after can compare
You compare even their hair
It's all out of fear
Fear that you don't know where to steer
Fear of losing another love
You know the damage it does
And you don't want to die again
I'm sick of dying
Sick of tearless crying
Every time I hear her name
I feel more pain
And I die all over again
That scent is her scent
That door way she came and went
Every time my heart is stopped
Those arteries can't be unblocked
And I die all over again
The pain of love thoughts
The agony of love lost
Every time I think, it hurts
If you've loved, you know how it works
No one after can compare
You compare even their hair
It's all out of fear
Fear that you don't know where to steer
Fear of losing another love
You know the damage it does
And you don't want to die again
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Fiend
You love the fast money and girls
Dodging bullets, hey this is your world
Chasing the American Dream
Best way you can trying to get that CREAM
Because Cash Rules
And here’s your tools
Water, baking soda, pots and pans
All black gloves to cover your hands
Get respect or take it with a mean mug frown
You run this, get down or lay down
You cook up the product and feed the fiends
You take whatever they got, don’t have to be green
You love the block and the rush
No love for chicks because the block is your crush
With a gat in your hand
You feel you the man
So deep in you couldn’t leave if you wanted to
You’re so blind to what’s become of you
You rather die enormous than live dormant
But now you can’t sleep, you live in torment
Hustling so hard you haven’t heard a word
Now you’ve become addicted like fiends you serve
You hooked and won’t give up the game
You a fiend like them, now who is the lame?
From "A Walk Through My Mind"
ISBN: 978-0-615-15246-2
Dodging bullets, hey this is your world
Chasing the American Dream
Best way you can trying to get that CREAM
Because Cash Rules
And here’s your tools
Water, baking soda, pots and pans
All black gloves to cover your hands
Get respect or take it with a mean mug frown
You run this, get down or lay down
You cook up the product and feed the fiends
You take whatever they got, don’t have to be green
You love the block and the rush
No love for chicks because the block is your crush
With a gat in your hand
You feel you the man
So deep in you couldn’t leave if you wanted to
You’re so blind to what’s become of you
You rather die enormous than live dormant
But now you can’t sleep, you live in torment
Hustling so hard you haven’t heard a word
Now you’ve become addicted like fiends you serve
You hooked and won’t give up the game
You a fiend like them, now who is the lame?
From "A Walk Through My Mind"
ISBN: 978-0-615-15246-2
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