This poem is entitled
"Lullaby"
Scars a reminder of the wretched past I’ve had
Yet I’m oblivious to the wounds yet to heal
Trust is dwindling
False pretenses are the enemy
Give me something real
Tripping && falling
over myself…
going no where
I force waiting
Subsequently
..suffocating
Waiting To exhale
Suppression
..of a confession
timid yet yearning for
Release…
Tick.. a time bomb
Though In the zone
No effect…none
Will-E-b free?
Clouds of perplexity
Bring rains of tormenting bliss
Irony becomes a determinant
As hatred and shy liking intertwine
How did it amount to this?
Housing doubt accompanied by insecurity
Harlem I’m shaking
The complacency I hate its plight
The mediocrity of contentment
No longer can suffice.
I embody my pseudo-glee
With hyperboles to convince my soul
That the facades I greet
Are only but whole..
Truths
A hostage to my own sanity
Ethics and accountability questioned
Seeking answers oozing credibility
Comprehend-E?
{The reality is this is the only way i sleep
. .hence the title
....
"My life on the lines
plentiful like a manuscript"
....
"PoP Off!"}
" I know it doesn't come in a shot glass"
This was a poem I wrote about two years ago .. It's one of my fav's.. enjoy
Oh love
Bless me with your orgasmic grace
I’m helpless- Yearning
For your embrace
Link sealed
Where my heart beats..
Makin a rabbits pace.
there’s no reluctance
That climax when our lips lock
When my nerve impulses receive that shock
You’ve got me spinning
I’m going miles a circles
Running that neverending race
You gat me like urkle
Chasin my laura
( no homo)
Searching for that promised happiness
Havin you is on my checklist
I’m runnin . .
To arms that share shy liking
Expecting the wonders
Ppl think im Freakin
I want to love
And be loved willing-ly
Don’t patronize me
The love songs
Make my heart sick
Wanting to be cured
I gatta prescript-ion
your love
My sentences.. detached
Our togetherness is a egg
Unhatched
I’m rambling
Lost in a trance
Thinking of what we could be. .
Give eh-v a chance
To catch her breath..
You’ve become my addiction
They’ve all tried to make to go to rehab
Yo
“Forget him—He doesn’t matter—You can find better”
I said No..
Pride
It’s egoism wont Reveal
how I feel..
I’m fed up with pretending
Playing that wangsta fool
For settling
With just cool..
Hopin\
Wishin
My words would make it alright-And
Express my
Affection.
The end
Or is it the beginning?
Oh love
Bless me with your orgasmic grace
I’m helpless- Yearning
For your embrace
Link sealed
Where my heart beats..
Makin a rabbits pace.
there’s no reluctance
That climax when our lips lock
When my nerve impulses receive that shock
You’ve got me spinning
I’m going miles a circles
Running that neverending race
You gat me like urkle
Chasin my laura
( no homo)
Searching for that promised happiness
Havin you is on my checklist
I’m runnin . .
To arms that share shy liking
Expecting the wonders
Ppl think im Freakin
I want to love
And be loved willing-ly
Don’t patronize me
The love songs
Make my heart sick
Wanting to be cured
I gatta prescript-ion
your love
My sentences.. detached
Our togetherness is a egg
Unhatched
I’m rambling
Lost in a trance
Thinking of what we could be. .
Give eh-v a chance
To catch her breath..
You’ve become my addiction
They’ve all tried to make to go to rehab
Yo
“Forget him—He doesn’t matter—You can find better”
I said No..
Pride
It’s egoism wont Reveal
how I feel..
I’m fed up with pretending
Playing that wangsta fool
For settling
With just cool..
Hopin\
Wishin
My words would make it alright-And
Express my
Affection.
The end
Or is it the beginning?
Thoughts...
Two years ago from today I wrote this... It's amazing how things come FULL circle
Status
Status.
Status…
Status
Is Anybody Listening?
Status is nothing more than showcase and some thing for the world to criticize because we establish something publicly. Status is simply making your “state” a world-wide thing and provides allowance for comments both connotative and the anti-thesis of such.
Too often we dream for happily ever after without letting a situation be any semblance of happy. We rush into things losing sight of what we really want and most times commit premeditated blind “love” or the likes of such. But what then is the determinant for the “perfect” time or when is the “right time”? Is time then only an excuse to delay some ultimatum for some great deal of time?
When we constantly question motives we only portray our own insecurities. Some need some reassurance from time to time. This could possibly show a hint of a low self esteem to some but in my opinion it’s certainly not. Why can’t someone show affection “just because” at some random moment? We all from time to time need someone to constantly be there saying “hey everything’s going to be alright when everything is going downhill.” Tell me if I’m wrong ‘cause sure hell I do and I’m thankful for the people in my life who make It seem like there’s nothing wrong when I think the world has come to an end. The reality is the greatest detriment too many people’s success tomorrow is their thinking today. If your thinking is limited so is your potential. We must think for higher possibilities to reach there.
Society likes to label things and place things into categories thus promoting some social balance and understanding. But when things aren’t applicable to societies given categories things get a little stirred up. This causes questions to develop in order to allocate a situation into a category that is fathomable.
Of late I been questioning a lot a things tryna figure out exactly what is what and I’ve come to the realization that nothing will always be nothing and something will always be something. Sure things are always made from scratch but if u don’t have the right ingredients you’ll just be making something useless.
Nothings changed but my understanding.
Such is life.
Head & Heart at war.
Bombarded by morals and Faced with decisions that have vital significance .
Do i choose to judge by societies teachings and ethics?
Or do i say fcuk the world and follow my heart?
How can i say either when society has had an impact on my life and will always?
Or how can i say either when my heart is torn over one?
The irony of it all . . .
I feel like i'm bending over backwards
When i'm not at all
Stuck thinking on one level . .
When I abundantly dream of another
Time is of the essence
When I want only to spend it..
With
One . .
Still take half. .it's yours.
Just a steady beatin heart, a wish and a prayer.
[It] is what it is . .
Is [it] even something?
Status
Status.
Status…
Status
Is Anybody Listening?
Status is nothing more than showcase and some thing for the world to criticize because we establish something publicly. Status is simply making your “state” a world-wide thing and provides allowance for comments both connotative and the anti-thesis of such.
Too often we dream for happily ever after without letting a situation be any semblance of happy. We rush into things losing sight of what we really want and most times commit premeditated blind “love” or the likes of such. But what then is the determinant for the “perfect” time or when is the “right time”? Is time then only an excuse to delay some ultimatum for some great deal of time?
When we constantly question motives we only portray our own insecurities. Some need some reassurance from time to time. This could possibly show a hint of a low self esteem to some but in my opinion it’s certainly not. Why can’t someone show affection “just because” at some random moment? We all from time to time need someone to constantly be there saying “hey everything’s going to be alright when everything is going downhill.” Tell me if I’m wrong ‘cause sure hell I do and I’m thankful for the people in my life who make It seem like there’s nothing wrong when I think the world has come to an end. The reality is the greatest detriment too many people’s success tomorrow is their thinking today. If your thinking is limited so is your potential. We must think for higher possibilities to reach there.
Society likes to label things and place things into categories thus promoting some social balance and understanding. But when things aren’t applicable to societies given categories things get a little stirred up. This causes questions to develop in order to allocate a situation into a category that is fathomable.
Of late I been questioning a lot a things tryna figure out exactly what is what and I’ve come to the realization that nothing will always be nothing and something will always be something. Sure things are always made from scratch but if u don’t have the right ingredients you’ll just be making something useless.
Nothings changed but my understanding.
Such is life.
Head & Heart at war.
Bombarded by morals and Faced with decisions that have vital significance .
Do i choose to judge by societies teachings and ethics?
Or do i say fcuk the world and follow my heart?
How can i say either when society has had an impact on my life and will always?
Or how can i say either when my heart is torn over one?
The irony of it all . . .
I feel like i'm bending over backwards
When i'm not at all
Stuck thinking on one level . .
When I abundantly dream of another
Time is of the essence
When I want only to spend it..
With
One . .
Still take half. .it's yours.
Just a steady beatin heart, a wish and a prayer.
[It] is what it is . .
Is [it] even something?
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