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Lips Like Hers

I never kissed lips like hers

The way they connect and the way they curve

When she smiles, the way they shift

Can give a down heart a lift

And a smile from them is a gift

When she licks her lips everything stops

They command attention, watch

I never tasted lips like hers

If I were a cat, you would hear me purr

My spine even misses the touch

Cause the feeling they get leaves em needing a crutch

And when she kisses she does it so perfectly

Its crazy how those lips touched me

When I think of her I think of them

And how everything else around gets dim

And when we kiss they’re all I see

Because kissing those lips is where I wanna be

Those lips those lips

Man I just wanna take a dip

And since that 1^st moment I’ve been wanting them back

To put my lips under attack

Will I ever again get that chance?

The answer lies in her glance

I never experienced lips like hers

The kind to turn my eyes blur

Meaning I’m not focused on nothing but those

And how I wanna be a picture, hold that pose

If I could feel, if only one more time

I would go to jail for that passionate crime

Yes, for lips like hers

In a Box

In a Box

Sly as a fox

My style isn’t boxed

They wanna put it in a box to understand better

Slice it up like cheddar

But why cut up the whole?

To fit it in a boxed bowl?

Why not take it as is

I mean you wouldn’t over water grits…

Everyone wants separation

Didn’t we get over that with segregation?

It can be long or short

Telling a story sending you through a teleport

It can just flow with no point

Or it can be a musical joint

Its poetry, who cares what kind

Sly as a fox

My style isn’t boxed

Is yours?

By the Lake

By the Lake

By the Lake I write
By the Lake out of sight out of mind
By the Lake I don’t fight
Just relax
I listen to the waves crash against the rocks
Like its a test
By the Lake its so nice
Especially at night
By the Lake I finish my poem
Lake Erie and Cleveland, Ohio is home
-Te’erra

By the Lake I hear nothing
By the Lake I see nothing
By the Lake it’s just me and my pad
By the Lake sometimes I get sad
By the Lake I get mad
By the Lake I like to see the sun set
When I’m at the Lake I feel ok
By the Lake I think
By the Lake I share a kiss with her
By the Lake I hope it’s her next time
-Patrick

Sitting by the Lake letting it all go
By the Lake I get renewed like cutting the fro
I take notes from the waves
Brilliant as I gaze
They're receptive yet strong
They'll embrace you or swallow you if you're wrong
Golden waves of Lake Erie
And sitting by the Lake constantly changes my theory
-Dennis

By the Lake I never have fear
Being by the Lake reminds me home is right here
By the Lake where the weather is so cold
It is where I gained the courage to be so bold
By the Lake I gained the strength and wisdom to write
Scribing things to help you grow and not out of spite
Sitting by the Lake watching the seagulls eat
Reminds me that you have to hustle hard on Cleveland streets
By the Lake I always find peace
The only thing that calms like a pen and pad release
-Dave


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The Struggle - Never Hurt Again

I promised I'd never hurt again, I felt that pain
And I never wanted to feel the same
So I locked it all up, my feelings my dreams my heart
If there's no wall to crumble how can things fall apart?
Right?
I'll never feel that hurt
So I'm a zombie, yea that'll work
Living for just the basic needs in life
When a problem arises I don't need to fight
Because the outcome doesn't matter
I don't want to fall so I stay off the ladder
I promised myself, so I make no long turn commitments
Losing out on a relationship, that pain is expensive
So if you need a care, sorry I aint got it
I'm all out of it
My expenses are greater than my revenue and that equals no profit
If life is about risks, well I'm out that game
I'm taking no risk that'll hurt me, that's my aim
Hey I don't hide it so I apologize if the feelings are one way
After he passed I made a promise to myself that day
I'll never feel that pain again

The Struggle - Arctic

Arctic

I don’t love you any more, it’s over…

Those words still surface on the beach of my mind

Like a dead fish fighting time

Slowly dying and eating away deep memories from the flesh

Memories of me at my best

Now when the moment gets deep, I turn heartless

Not totally thoughtless

…but close

The avoidance of pain and hurt is the excuse

The avoidance of suffering and abuse

From knowing the outcome and hanging my own noose

So I’m Davy Jones with my heart locked up tight

But not buried on an island, sunny and bright

It’s in an ice cold fortress

Frozen and voiceless

Buried under, it’s over…

Buried under, I don’t love you…

Buried under, cold feelings

Buried under the arctic

My Back is Strong

I was reading a book of Langston Hughes' poems I just picked up and came across "American Heartbreak" and it instantly stuck with me. I read a few more after that but I had to come back to it. In only a few lines his words were powerful:

American Heartbreak

I am the American heartbreak-
Rock on which Freedom
Stumps its toe-
The great mistake
That Jamestown
Made long ago.

Right away I started writing and words from a Lupe Fiasco song (Put You on Game - The Cool) came to mind. I tried to blend or merge the times and have my take on it. We'll see how it turns out...

My Back is Strong

I am the American heartbreak
The back freedom stands on
It pees on my head and calls it rain
Its suppose to represent hard times and growth
To get a glimpse I have to look at its reflection in the puddle
My back is strong
But to really see freedom I have to turnover
In doing so I shake up the status quo
Then I'm called a thief, a criminal, a ni**er
When I'm only trying to be as free as the next
I am the rape of my Motherland to a murderous regime
I am the next generation, its offspring
I am American heartbreak
But songs of my broken heart are what America rocks too
"And for that paper look how low we'll stoop/
Even if you in a Benz, you still a ni**a in a coupe"
Dear America, my back is strong


- quote by Kanye West - All Falls Down, College Dropout

In the Mist (By Way of Cleveland)

This poem is one featured in my section of the collaboration poetry project called By Way of Cleveland. I'm sure you heard about it... www.wix.com/C_Town/BWofC-Town

In the Mist

Swords clashing and fists flying

Some won’t return and family will be crying

This battle is hard, it’s my first

And my breath is taken away, I thirst

I call to the Lord, protect me

As men are falling all around me

These men are huge and I’m afraid

In one position I stayed

Until I was found and I had to defend

At that moment I felt a brisk wind

The mist came over the area

I hear screams and hysteria

The man would tare me apart like a toy

But in that mist I saw the figure of a man

And he reached out his hand

Be not afraid my son

The battle is already won

He began to fade away into the mist

I grabbed my sword and made a fist

I felt the mist come inside

And I no longer wanted to hide

The man came at me and I laid him to rest

And in that moment I realized it was all a test

Though you may want to cease and desist

In your struggles and battles, God is there in the mist

Alone

Why do I feel so alone, for instance
Everyone is passing through my life or standing at a distance
They all come and go, take and leave
They hand me the tissue after they sneeze
They want something, everything but me
I mean they want me
But not for me
What I can do for them
They get mad when I tilt my brim
Turn my back and walk alone into the sunrise
Its like a costume party and everyone is in disguise
Did I create this ambience?
Or was it caused in the past by another presence?
Am I pushing them away in my defense
Scared to open up as the plot thickens with suspense
Surprised when love gives me a glimpse
But what's so great about me, a flawed man?
A man sometimes scared to look passed his own hand?
I struggle to keep balance and when I practice what I preach...
I then hear, "I think I'm big meech.."
And then I change like clear skies to snow
But you haven't known me long enough to say so
What if I never showed you the real me, how would you know?
This feeling of being alone is eating away at me but its my comfort zone
Its fully furnished with all my amenities, my home
To please everyone I think I'd need a clone
My actions may say other wise, but I'm tired of feeling alone

Rhythm of My Dreams

Lay my head down and close my eyes
I'm hoping for dreams
My mind is then lifted to the skies
I squint at flashing light beams
I'm now in a place to beautiful to describe
Waves crashing, sun shining, God has a smile
I'm suddenly pick up on another's vibe
Sounds like a live band, I'll sit here a while
It gets closer and I'm gripping with anticipation
The earth takes a moment to breathe, there is no sound
There's almost a feeling of intimidation
The rhythm shakes the ground
Up over the horizon and down the hill
I sense its "her," the lady in my smile
The rhythm gets me up on my feet, what a thrill
Glad I waited here a while
She stands at my back and says, "hey papi"
The hairs of my neck stand
No movement is wasted, nothing is sloppy
I dare not gaze upon her for she'll slip away like sand thru my hand
I just smile and respond with a hey beautiful, I missed you
I think she smiles, she lets out a sigh
She missed me too
She leans in and whispers bye
As she walks away leaves with her is the rhythm
And I realize something watching her depart
I gain a little wisdom
The rhythm of my dreams is the beat of her heart

A Different Me

I'm seeing the change in me
The change others can't see
Well, they think they can
But as a man said, I've worked too hard not to change
Can't stay in the childish range
Gotta grow up and explore
And in doing you open up a new door
Or doors
Inside waging wars
Trying to figure what type man I'll be
Trying to find the real me
Looking for balance within
And looking away from her heels and grin
Temptation, so wrong its right
Specially at the height I like
A gentleman is for certain, but what's under the umbrella?
What makes me that type of fella?
There's a different me on the rise molded by failures mistakes and pain
Trying to wipe clean, where's the Gain?
As a person grows they can't stay the same
There's new situations to react too
New angles to view
Different shades of blue
If you're caught up in my changes accept my apology
I am only following my heart, logically
And, well, you know how hard that is

Talking Walls

If these walls could talk
They would start with the chalk
Outlining a dead kid with a shiny face and a hole in the side
Looking like my blackberry where I charge in the ride
But there's no ap for that
Stupid killings over stupid things, so whack
Colors, pride, who is hardest, who is the better rapper
Its really about who is the better actor
Thug class 101
Where did this come from?
We're creating this facsimile
That's being copied and distributed throughout the community
How do we turn these cons into pros?
Only the wall with Jesus' picture frame knows

If these walls could spill the beans
They would tell tales of crack heads and fiends
How greed over took my so called brothers
Crossing the line to take care of their mothers
Is it worth it in the end?
Leading to another's death is still a sin
And taking matters into your own hands won't get the win
Those walls have seen the young die fast
Done in by their supporting cast
Or so called friends
Their speeding down a slippery slope
And that car plus speed gets too heavy for the stopping rope

If those walls could speak
They would tell of crooked policies and people that were weak
Old men with no knowledge of today
Still living in an old and out dated way
Looking for who ever can peak their interest or fatten their wallet
What's his name; senator, governor, or president what-cha-ma-call it
Lobbyist waiting in large lobbies to lobby for themselves
Not the people they were chosen for, to change how they dwell
Rephrase...
Lobbyist waiting in large lobbies to lobby for their pimp
Instead of helping the old war vet living in the projects with a gimp

If these here walls could talk
They would speak of a hard walk
Trusting in God it'll turn out fine
Just a brain in a voice box, speaking my mind
But these walls are talking in the form of a pen
Lord forgive us all for our sin
The ones that go on in between physical walls
And the ones that gather with a voice in a tight area like bathroom stalls
A hole in the wall of my brain has been punctured and starts to leak...
This is how a wall speaks


And then again, if these walls were to let the truth be found
They would tell of 3 kids college bound
A family living for each other
Mother father sons daughter sister and brothers
These walls would tell of faith being tested
But in Gods hands the problems are laid and rested
What do the walls say about you?

Keep it Simple

I want to blow your mind with mental stimulation
I want to speak simple words into existence that reach out and touch you
Not just to say I love you, but 143
No need to be unbelievably over the top
I want you to close your eyes
Hear my voice and travel to an un connecting place in time and space
A place that only we share
Just us, the darkness and the fire in our hearts
No big words for big words sake
Simple straight to the point
Simple as a whisper in an already quiet room
Words that make you feel we're all alone
Simple words
Simple conversations

I want to blow your mind with a simple touch
Whether it be a hug, a rub or a kiss
Moving that piece of hair to look into your eyes
Get your heart beating fast, rate on the rise
I want to simply touch your soul
I want you to close your eyes
Feel my touch and travel to an un connecting place in time and space
A touch that only we share
A forehead a kiss
Holding hands
Standing behind you and holding you securely
Simple touch
Simply amazing

Keep it simple

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Dear blog reader,

I feel like giving a book away... If you can tell me the first poem I posted on this blog I'll send you a free signed book!

- Find the poem
- Email me (marc_man_arts@yahoo.com)
- In the email: your name, name of the poem, which book (Created to Love, Journey, A Walk Through My Mind), and how you want to receive it (mailed, in person)!

Oh, if I don't get the email by Monday the deal is off! And I'm only giving two books away! Better hurry!

I hope it's you!!

Den

I Love You

I Love You

I love you and I love being in love w/ you
What I have said is nothing but true
The way you walk away
Those little games you play
The way you twist your lips
When you're mad, those hands post on your hips
I love you
I enjoy the moments of disagreement
And the make up treatment
The flowers and candy
Glasses of wine or even Brandy
The moments of silence we share
The look in your eyes, knowing you care
I love you
The random talks and conversations
The moments when we both need patience
But there are times I don't hold up my end
And its becoming a common trend
My actions don't match w/ my words
And I sense you kicking me to the curb

See I love love so much I may be incapable of love
I love the idea of love more than the person that's in love w/ me
So now you see
Why its hard for me to be with one
It may sound dumb
But its true
What am I to do?
When I'm really just in love w/ love

I Live Down Here...... Peace

April 10th a star was born, clap for em.... These two poems are for/about my late grandfather.. I miss him...

I Live Down Here

It will be three years in November
I can see him now laughing and standing tall in his entire splendor
I miss him everyday
To get him back what wouldn’t I pay
But God called him right?
To send him a message I need a lot of string and a big kite
Or maybe a spaceship flight
He’s living in the sky, higher
Still can’t understand why as I get wiser
Still remember a joke he told that never gets old over time
Put his big finger close to my face, makes me laugh every time
“I live down here, you live up there, come down and see me some time”
I would laugh so hard as he ran his finger from my forehead to my chin
Never on a kids face have you seen such a grin
He would then grab me and put me on his knee and say hold on
That is before I got too big and grown
He once told me I couldn’t drive or have a girl til I was 23 or 25
Man oh man I wish he was still alive
To see me graduate and make a beautiful women my wife
Or tell me more things about my dad, my dad wouldn’t like
Ah, I feel an empty space in my life
I miss him saying grace at our Thanksgiving feast
But I feel his presence every time a wind blows from the East
And he lives in me and I’ll never forget
And I know he’s up there in Jesus’ private tent
Big Homie take care of him for all time
Hey granddad, I live down here, you live up there, come down and see me some time….

Peace

I’m not there yet, but I feel at ease
Like a soft summer breeze
It’ll be four years exactly in November
The last thing I remember is him so slender
But as I think there was so much joy
Joy that started when I was a little boy
Memories that last forever
Like when he stepped on a frog, clever
I couldn’t quite handle the line and stand
He went in and grabbed the fish with bare hands
It’s hard not to see the tears in my father’s eyes
I lost a superhero in my eyes
I’m searching for a peace
Something that helps is that wind from the East
And Gods calming influence and words
Hearing the singing of the birds
I don’t have that peace quite yet
So I’ll fly around till I find the nest
Hope in Peace you rest

Through the Cracks

Through the Cracks

Sitting on the dock of the sea
Watching the sun set on me
A lite sprinkle starts to form
Off in the distance a storm
The sprinkles tap me on my head
On my shoulders
On my face
And vanishes with out a trace

Sitting on the dock of the bay
Thinking of my life in this way
She starts to sprinkle down on me
And just when my eyes are open to see
Her kiss taps me on my forehead
Her hands grace my shoulder
Her words place a smile on my face
Then she vanishes through the cracks of the dock with out a trace

Sitting on the dock of the ocean
The dock rocking to the waters motion
Staring her in her eye
With mine I say why
But she doesn't answer, just a smile
And all the while
The storm is here, raining down
And now she's no where to be found
I have this feeling of a monkey on my back
I just sat there and let her slip through the cracks

Open Book

Can't judge a book by its cover
So to get a better look I open her cover
From the intro I read beauty and intelligence
A sense of womanhood, a strong presence
The cover is a sight to see in itself
But open the book to obtain much more wealth
She is a page turner
And I'm a fast learner
Page after page I read about love
And that she needs a lil shove
Her heart shines as I read more
This book is far from a bore
This is how you fall in love with a book
Reading into and not going by the look
The cover just brings you in
So an inside beauty that matches outside beauty is a win win
I see a woman's growth
The rising & falling slope
Each year in life is a new chapter to write and read
Looking for a good book, brothers take heed
Her life reads like an open book
Be careful, her pages will have you hanging from a hook
To enjoy completely you have to read
You need to show interest and plant that seed
Or it'll get cut short like a weed
Cover to cover her open book breathes life
Nice

Rainy Days

Rainy days
Oh how I love your ways
You always seem to soothe
You always ease my mood
Rainy days I do enjoy
My mind opens to deploy
Poems just rain out like from a cloud
I never want to leave the bed
But to far away places my mind does tread
To Prague and its stone roads
And Egypt with its Kingly thrones
The rain forest of Brazil
How about Paris streets or a Jamaican beach where my mind can spill
Travel to South Africa and enjoy a SA sunset
But in reality I haven't been yet

As the wind blows
I listen to the rain drops dripping on the ground outside my window
My breathing eases
My pulse decreases
My mind again drifts into a dream world
A world that isn't spoiled
A world refreshed in every drop
When the rain comes everyone stops
We enjoy the little things
The things that make us human beings
Irrelevant things are no longer relevant
The rain, can you stand it?
Oh soft musical rain how I love thee
While you're raining down I can clearly see
So my beloved rain, rain down on me

Heart Beat Away

We're a heart beat away from love
She doesn't think I hear her and gives a shove
I hear it all, but I'm not listening to your mouth
My ears are focused down south
And your talking is drowning out your heart
I'm listening to that part
See w/ being only a heart beat away
Any moment can turn into that special day
Where we show special love in a special way
The most loving and intimate things aren't always spoken
The sounds reaching from a heart broken
That sound & thirst for love is unlike any man can make
That's why it took for God to create
So baby shhhhh & hear me buzz
We're a heart conversation away from our hearts falling in love

If We Never Again

If we never love again
Know love was our friend
We've never really loved
But the feeling was still that there of
If we never get to have that true love experience
I was ready to give you my heart wrapped in shear tents
You could see most of it, but from an angle some was invisible
I gave to you to unwrap and make it visible
If we never get to love, hug or kiss
Just know that love will never be missed
For I will never let it go or dissipate
The excitement of the possibility gets me to hyperventilate
But if we never get to love and you're forever the one that slipped away
Well I don't know really what to say
I should probably be blamed for the confusion
But I'm a student forever learning in loves institution
I have my good and bad days
My I'm not good enough for her ways
And really to love again we must have loved at a previous time
We haven't, but then again we have in our minds
We've stepped foot over that line
But... In the end...
If we, never love again
I'll toss that love in Gods open hand
Maybe He'll send it back with a plan
If... Maybe...

Pain Pen

Pain Pen

Drown it all in the pen
Only linking to the Dark Knight is my skin
But no Biggie here
No Suicidal Thoughts here
Though I do feel fear
I get through it like leggings that are shear
Instead of myself, I drown it in the pen
I try to let go like in the wind
And I try and play it like I’m fine
So being a smart reader you know I vomit through my pen
All the ifs and buts out my pen
Like when she said we’re at our end
That battle I didn’t win
Or when he left to be with the Lord
Inside me that struck an emotional cord
From my eyes tears poured
Since then, no more tears
I’m drunk off pain, no more beers
Eyes so swollen I see with my ears
And I talk through my pain pen
If you only knew how hard it’s been
How many relationships that fell through
How many situations I couldn’t commit to
What took me so long to graduate?
More ammo for the pen
Why do certain type chicks to me gravitate?
More ammo for the pen
Life troubles like everyone else
But they’re not me, so not like everyone else
It ain’t always about a win
But so I don’t go crazy, I use my pain pen

Mouth Wash

Goes down a lil sour but so fresh and so clean
Gives you a drive so mean
Wash away the wasted material
Separate before it gets mushy like cereal
Because once mush
To the side its pushed
Strive to be more w/ a strategic solution
Put ya hands up to the potential pollution
Minty fresh nasty in the after taste
But that's true, that's a base
Swallow ya pride and the feeling is terrible
But later you see it was bearable
And really needed to move forward
Wash ya mouth see
Speak it and it shall be
One way or another coming to fruition
Like intuition or a premonition
So take in the bad, swirl and spit
Separate it from the good, that's it

Can I Call You Beauty?

She walked by me pulling my attention like an under toe
In her direction is the only direction I could go
Her walk was royalty
To be in her presence commanded loyalty
She embodies grace & what it means to be a lady
She's sunshine, no where around her is shady
Excuse me, can I call you beauty?

She's a picture perfect frame
She's wild in heart yet tame
She plays above the game
She's sunshine in the rain
Excuse me, can I call you beauty?

My friends are tired of me talking about her
But they don't see her like I see her
Her eyes, so big & beautiful looking into my soul w/ a glance
Don't stare, you'll get caught in a trance
That big smile gives off a love for life
For this beauty you wouldn't pass it up once, let alone twice
So I make my way w/ a confident nervousness
The softness in her eyes relieves stress
Excuse me, can I call you beauty?

That Guy

Another poem from Created to Love, coming to you 2/26/10!!!

That Guy

He wants to be with her but he’s scared
Not like a punk, but nervous about what’s ahead
He wants it bad
He wants her bad
They have a good time together
But will that get them through the weather?
Friendship is there
They both could be a good pair
There is more there to share
So if every thing is so right, what’s wrong?
Why can’t he stand up and be strong?
He has goals and things he wants to get done
Can a relationship with all that be a serious one?
With limited time together, will it work?
Or when he says he’s tired make him seem a jerk?
Dude you have to follow your heart no matter where it leads
But he has this emotion that’s pouring out like cuts that bleed
And every time he sees her, those feelings come out
He’s afraid to really let her know what he’s about
How he wants it to last but he doesn’t know if he can give her what she needs
What she wants now, has to grow like seeds
So is that best for her? Or best for him?
What then would be best for them?
To take a chance and see how it goes
Or not and never know what the future holds
Why does it have to seem this complicated?
As far as his feelings, he almost feels obligated
Like Transformers, there’s more than meets the eye
He does want what she wants, deep inside
He wants to be, but is he ready to be that guy?

I Can't Tell Her

I Can’t Tell Her

I told her I loved her back
But in my mind I say more than that
Sometimes I see an opening for a stronger convo
But I can’t do that though
I mean, I think I can’t
Man, I hope my feelings don’t betray me
I’m so in love with she
Well in love enough to start that process
We could go away and start our own nest
But that’s forward thinking
And I am only blinking
I wonder if I ever cross her mind
That would be something great to find
Dudes don’t treat her the right way
When she’s down they don’t know what to say
She knows the type of guy I am
Us hooking up would be a slam
I want to but I can’t share the truth in my heart
I’m not sure in her current situation she’ll depart
But I can dream right?
If she offers, for her love I’ll fight
However, until I tell her it’s a dreaming reality
…but tell her I can’t

1st Sight

1st Sight

Her skin was like the sky
She took my breath when she walked by
Her hair was like the sun
Bright and beautifully done
Her long legs glisten like stars
I could go on for hours
Her eyes could steal a heart
Her beauty is off any chart
Her curves are like the desert dune
Her kiss could heal any wound
Her lips are as soft as roses
Her life has more than one purpose
She brings life and joy to those around she
She gives ever lasting love to that special he
Her voice is like a whispering summer breeze
Her gun is set; aim to please
With all that beauty her soul screams for love
Because even heavenly creatures need love
And I want to be her night in regular armor
We can grow our love like a farmer
Even after her beauty it was her personality
Her personality that captured me
Her thoughts are unlike any other
So much so that after 1st sight I wanted to be with her


This poem is from the upcoming book, Created to Love 2/26/2010

The Look of Love

The Look of Love

Love is one of those things
That can cause many emotions in human beings
Love is what some live for
And is what some die for
Love is not lust
Love is apple pie with flakey crust
The look of love is reaching the pinnacle
Love goes way past anything subliminal
Love embodies all the emotions between woman and man
With love the feeling comes with the touch of a hand
Love is more than that night of passion between two
And also her on the couch taking care of you
Love is forever
Love is very clever
Love is very classy
And never ever trashy
Love sometimes cant be explained
Love can drive one deranged
There is some lust in love, just a bit
But lust can never be mistaken for it
Love lives in day or night
While lust during the day runs from the fight
The look of love can be found in ones self
And that look of love is wealth

From the upcoming book, Created to Love 2/26/2010

Dedication

Dedication















This is a formal dedication
From men to women across the nation
And from me to her
A pledge to always care
To always give love and respect
Fellas we all owe them a debt
I’ll give myself freely and expect nothing less
I want you to give your best
This is a dedication to my lady
Life is mashed potatoes and you’re gravy
Your love makes me feel like a man
You’re that extra push to stand
I’m strong but what you add makes me stronger
Disrespecting you could get no wronger
Fellas stand up and be the man God made you
To your lady be true
This is a dedication from us to you, me to her
And I dedicate love, respect, romance, trust and loyalty to her

Created to Love

Created to Love

Love is my validation
I am its creation
I wasn’t born for it
But created for it
Everyone and everything is born, but actually
Creation is unique and would not evolve naturally
Love has caused me to exist
For my heart, love is the main dish
Love has breathed life into my lungs
The power of love runs through my fingers and thumbs
My soul is where my love comes from
You couldn’t be born and learn loves power
You have to be a creation of love to stand atop its tower

Lab (Part 1)

Back in the lab...

5 a.m. in the lab
Looking for some inspiration to grab
iPod won’t do it
TV won’t do it
I’m going through it
Stressed, eyes red
Scratching my head
About to scratch a bald spot
So this is what they call writers block
Then comes in these high heels
And instantly inspiration spills
Almost giving me chills
She whispers, inspiration is free
I say Iwasn’t gone pay any way baby
She giggles, walks away in her Roc jeans
Man that walk is mean
Suddenly the ideas start to flow
I got that Bruce Lee Roy glow
Life, love, social, and all in between
I’m flying high with out wings
I got poems coming out my sleeves
Inspiration I was able to grab
Just another night in the lab

Lab 2

This is just another night in the lab...

6 a.m. in the lab
Looking for some inspiration to grab
iPod won’t do it
TV won’t do it
Again I’m going through it
Mad tired, eyes red
Scratching my head
About to scratch a bald spot
So this is what they call writers block
Then a man is here
Out of no where
He says the doctor will see you now
I’m going crazy; wipe my face with a towel
But the man is still pointing toward a light
And it grows in height
It consumes me and takes up space
Then I see his face
Doctor King, it’s an honor to be…
He said listen to me
Suddenly the ideas start to flow
I got that Bruce Lee Roy glow
Social, life, love, and all that’s with in
I’m swimming deep with out fins
I got poems to fill up bins
Inspiration I was able to grab
Just another night in the lab

Dragon's Tongue

This a poem from my next book.. I love stories and this is a little story.. hope you all enjoy..

The Angel that Curved the Dragon's Tongue

This dragon was mighty strong
And where ever there was heat he was drawn
But if the heat wasn’t of the gods he was gone
And gone mad as the story is told
He left villages in a fiery mold
The surrounding villages called dragon killers
And even witches to try and end this thriller
But none of them could stop him
And as long as that was so, he was a threat to them
He always let out a thunderous roar when the fire came out
To let everyone know he was around, and leave no doubt
But that didn’t satisfy the dragon
It was painful like being run over by a wagon
He was again drawn to a heat source
Readying himself for more disappointment like a divorce
But this heat source was not like any before
It was the challenge he had always waited for
Found his match and let out a mighty roar
But unlike the rest, this one didn’t hit the floor
But instead said is that all you got?
Needless to say this was a shock
The dragon stuck out his tongue, ready to breathe fire
But none came out like he had lost his desire
The massive dragon began to convulse
He began to lose his pulse
Hot steam surrounded the beast
Finally the steam disappeared as in came the wind from the East
And emerged a man out of the dragon’s belly
Covered in a substance like clear jelly
It seemed the mysterious figure had won
The Angel had curved the beast’s tongue
And saved the man of her dreams from fires hot as the sun
Love conquers all

Secret Crush

This poem here is from my upcoming poetry book, Created to Love. Be on the look out end of February...

Secret Crush

This mad crazy
The way my mind gets hazy
She told me to have sweet dreams
And my mind took it literally it seems
I mean I just blacked out into a distant world
And in that world she was my girl
I mean we experience pleasures no human can
The way I feel her doesn’t stop at the extension of my hand
Her words I remember line for line
When I read I felt her warm hands touching my spine
Just from a photo I can tell her eyes are so kind
What kind of feeling and emotion is this I have?
My mind is driving, but my body is in the back seat of the cab
I guess its simple, I have a crush
But this thing is driving me nuts
I know not much about her
Yet and still to her words I refer
I’m like a kid at a candy shop, but not wanting everything
There is only one piece to make my eyes bling
This beautiful lady of heavenly domain
I have nothing to lose, but everything to gain
So it seems…
Outside of my dream, things I can’t control
She has a story and in it I want to play a major role
I want to be that guy who lights her fire
For one night pretend I’m love for higher
Put her mind on a ship that sails to her ecstasy
I know where to take her, she’s just like me
I don’t want to spoil it, so I’ll stop there
Hopefully she’ll finish it, if she does care
And if not… she’ll still be in my thoughts

Fishing

My first post of the New Year. Hope everyone had a great holiday, Christmas and New Years. Stay positive, keep God first, and take this new year by the horns....

Fishing

Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the waves roll in my way
Threw my line out with out bait
I don’t wanna come off fake
I don’t wanna seem like I’m phony
Like agreeing that I want a pony
Though I’m going against tradition
My line is only to get attention
The “bait” is positive over negative
It’s the chance of a better way to live
I’m fishing for dreamers
Future planners and schemers
Straight shooters like a sniper
And ones willing to wipe away the exterior like a window wiper
My cast has been out for a while
And it looks like no action for miles
But patience is a virtue
And moving too fast can hurt you
So I keep believing and sticking to the plan
Pretty soon I’ll see someone’s hand
Reaching up for the line to grab
Reaching for a better life than they had
Don’t worry none get thrown back like it’s a game
Only way is if they jump out the boat or frame
Don’t worry I’ll be here for a long time with my line out
And in that time you’ll learn what my mission is about
So if you pass by while I’m fishing
It’s not by chance, its all coming to fruition