You are in the process of self destructing. You are severing your hands and arms Trying to hang onto someone who doesn't want you. Breaking your back Carrying relationships That give you little in return.
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.
I remember we would stand hip to hip Juxtaposed for these pictures. Conjoined in memory But not in destiny
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
In the past 22 years, I've felt nothing greater than your touch. My eyes are a slave to your beauty. That doesn't rhyme But neither does the clock We never measure time By each tick or tock. Instead the hours I don't measure your heart, Neither the love of ours. Because who can count to … Continue reading For The Last Time, Lets Make This Time Last
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
I know you've seen the way I look at you Like your eyes are the sky I'm trying to look into Could you blame any man for putting you on a pedestal As if every aspect about you isn't a spectacle More like ineffable Words do you no justice The definition of luscious No need … Continue reading All Your Fault