There’s a thousand you’s and only one of me. I’m what the crowd views, but you’re the one I see I could arouse you but won’t sweep you off your feet You see I’ve been with too many to settle down To picture you in a wedding gown Perfect picture posture Kodak moments fit ya proper Selfies … Continue reading Play On Playa
You can have my broken heart as a souvenir Its in need of a few repairs. And the motor needs to be replaced. A couple scars and battle wounds can be erased. Are you willing to put the work in? You can say yes, but I won’t know for certain Pain built up after a … Continue reading Souvenir (Love Is A Battlefield)
The pain is adding up. We've seemed to focus on being divisory. Eventually emotions become derisory, the love replaced with misery. Where do we go from here?
You were never jaded Never worn down Or torn after all these years Artwork standing intact Workmanship like you is slowly fading extinct Ever since sixteen candles decorated your cake You've reminded me of the Sistine Chapel You were pristine battles where bullets of sweat and paint landed exactly where they were meant to. Finding … Continue reading Pristine
Taste is relative. Life gives a perfect balance of lemons and sugar, you have to create your own juice. A man between life and death, when given more than enough rope to survive will make his own noose Choices can take your last breath.
To love and have lost is better than to have never have loved at all. But if I never tasted chocolate I wouldn't know what I was missing. If I never had sex I would still be satisfied with kissing If I never took a breath I wouldn't care to go fishing. And if I … Continue reading If I Never Met You
Does the juxtaposition of the words "Black” “Lives” &”Matter" make you upset? Black bodies hanging from poplar trees, would you have wept? When a black child is murdered by police, Do you ask "why" or "why didn't he get on his knees" When armed shooters with lack of color Are still allowed to see their … Continue reading How To Raise A Black Boy
Each time, i feel we grow & come back to what we know. More than just the highs and lows.. Don't get caught up in the moment, moments always fade. I'm not trying to go forward to look back like "damn, I should have stayed." I could keep pictures to relive the memories but I'd … Continue reading Stuck
As I transition from child to teenager, into young man with no plan Into grown man to old man into a corpse that’s cold I want to be able to look back at all the forks in the road and be proud I chose the right path Evading evil temptation Spoon-fed to this generation. Will I … Continue reading Corpse
Have you ever been defeated So many times To the point where it depleted you Almost deleted you from existence Me either. I guess I just lied to the reader Lied to myself as usual I've filed down my nails to the cuticles So i can no longer cut myself How is it, i love … Continue reading Silent Pleas