Yall Not Listening

Tired of running in circles, with my hand held high up in the sky
Pick me, let me speak
Please, I have something to say
Please glance my way
I am waiving it high up in the western sky
somewhere near orions belt
Choose me
i just want to tell you
what else can I do
for you to see
me
I have something to
Pick me Let me speak
Finally
I am chosen
to say my piece
for you just to interrupt
you might as well say shut up
Yall not listening
to the little girl pink
I think
Lost in the brown of my eyes
I hate to have to scream
but it seems that is what I have to do to get the light
to beam somewhere near here
gotta take the stage
rearrange
the understanding
it’s why I always seem so demanding
i’am not reprimanding
the fact that I am raising my hand
out of respect
just to inspect
the place in which I have decided to begin
just to be cut off
straight to the end
fuck it
yall not listening
and I am not going to fight
for the right
to speak
the outlook is bleak
that even when I am chosen
my words will not be thawed, still frozen
with these words on my lips
hands on my hips
yall not listening

I Want to Be a Poet

I want to be a poet

Roll tongue, guided words, and intimate moments of love

Between me and my pen

I want to scream out synonyms of hate, politics

Ranting of love

Gallons of ink pouring into

Audible visual love potions

I want to be a poet

 

Dried leaves as canvas, felted pens as tools

Running into mysteries of onomanapiea

Countless aspects of prose…

“She smells of a sweet rose”

dreaming of verbs dancing with me intimately

Making love to adverbs as the describe my emotional delirium perfectly

I want to be a poetI w

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The records were spinning in some direction that I could not identify
They stop and started at this invisble command.
My heart was pounding, sweat beads began to appear at the back of neck
All I could see was vibrations
Vibrations from bass, from hands, from feet
All there was, … was chemistry

I can’t stop the growth of desire that started somewhere between my legs
I can’t breath all of a sudden because you stepped down.
I am having a love affair with that record your playing for me.
Cell phone rings at your hip
Damn I am whipped.

It didn’t take long
About three or four songs
My girl is near dancing with some dude sportin a beard
They calling free drinks for ladies and I all them hoes begin to cheer

All, but me
You were pulling my strings
Damn baby you look like an angel and I am about to get my own wings
You take your spot above the crowd
 you must be  playing everybody song cuz it just got real loud

Girl he kinda cute,
I know… let’s find out his name
You sure your ready…
You betta step up you game

It’s true what they say about tunnel vision
Because my incesion was tight… I did it with perfect precision
He continued to hypnotize me with his selections of song
It didn;t take to long
Before his eye caught mine
It was settled he was going to feel my soft lips, 
Damn he was fine
For just one night
I was going to be bad
See if without his turn tables. he had the same swagg
I am just hoping he touches me right

Desire Him, The Brown Brotha

Brown Brotha, a physical anatomy welcoming visual intrusion
Soliciting piercing stares using brown eye’s and glowing brown skin
Eye’s violating the image of him
Creating mental abrasions, victims of his physical perfection
Lips moistened by a tender tongue
Breast, a rise and fall to hypnotic tunes
A rhythm created by a hum of the movement emanating from muscular legs
connected to muscular thighs
Hands surrender to the temptation, fingers falling to the tantalizing
flesh
Completely submerged in the essence of that Brown Brotha

Many desire to succumb to him
Hoping to be objects of his calculated innocence
Lips part to vocalize the physical hunger to be fed by him
Feelings of deprivation motivate the necessitate thirst to be victim to
his masculinity
Wicked games to manipulate the honesty of his selection process
Now decidedly reversed…
The hunter no longer,
Now idolized prey
He moves slowly and still confidently
Surrendering to intrusive eyes
Blossoming to audible cries…
For he is the one to permeate their need for intimacy
That Brown Brotha they lust for incessantly

the curse of currency

Blind me my mistakes
Coming in forms of paper nooses
Profit for gain
Folded into subserivient creases of send away letter
Numbers submerging me from hundreds to thousands
Hard at a desk typing away to a corporate demon
So that I may re find fines of life
Privilege for vehicular movement
Bleeding out postage for notice
Of Red..behind lines
I live a death of medocirity
to pay you your stage
Work hard for nothing
So I can pay u something
Of my soul
I have nothing to give
My soul has errupted into checks and balances
Always negative…
Will File..not now..
But then
Bankrupt

Her Beauty

Her beauty radiates from a place not visible by the eye.

It lies in her smooth confidence and sincere smile.

Authentic, from the physical to the emotional.

Her love is fiercely loyal.

Withstanding pain and ignorance.

It moves along with her, not altering.

Her voice is not heard, but understood.

Her mind extends beyond reason.

Her pain is seen in her eyes, but never lands at her mouth,

Because a smile lives there.

When in a room, many stare,

For her physical beauty exceeds that of any other I have known.

In loving her, you become stronger.

In knowing her, you become wiser.

She is beauty, understanding, and light.

She is honesty, love, and friendship.

She is a woman, unparalleled. 

A Lost Smile

Reaching inside what can not be seen

Hurling toward the unknown

Searching the stars

Hunting the land

For etchings of my fate

Chin pinched down

Moping the ground

Jokes permeate the air

Sincere tilts of happiness

Roam from faces

Not my own

Anguish rides from socket browns

Soaked salt,

Mimic the lines of swollen cheeks

Closed browns

Head down

Looking for my smile

 

To the left, life matured

Golden memories

Lost inside the forgotten moments

Escaped in the beautiful

Encompassing trees

Night falls

Sun kisses the nose of reason

Wind whispers

Again the Happiness will come

It will return when the nights are full

Lips pinned closed

Smile no longer free to roam

Lost among the sadness

Wanting to return home

 

The scent of yesterday

Follows the stink of today

Nose snarled

Lips parted

Forced mimics of past love

Smile

The mind spats

Smile

It will heal

But she has retreated

Into the solace of the light-less

Reluctant to show her splendid form

For stolen again once more

Appropriated by menacing audible tortures

Scampering through understandings

Heart pulls to demanding

Smile, softly

Slowly in the morning

Till sunlight spills its medicinal treasures

Stay gone no more

Not today in the height of heat

At the fall of midnight

Come from the hiding place

Hold close

Roll alone

Through the tumultuous sea of tears

Break free of limited love

Smile… I miss thee

Seems you’re broken, running from here

Your fears of being apprehended once again

Dismay not

Give you thee smile, my own love

Not pulling from intoxicants

And temporary owners

Will lure those intricate notices

From beneath the physical skin

Where the soul begins

Come back oh smile and dwell here

Again