The world is slowly going illiterate. And not by force but by choice.
His writing is a delight,
As you pronounce each sound
Soon enough, it will be found
The circle of love going round and round.
So is his love just a circle of sound?
Which sings of love this time around
Whispering in a constant astound
A lovers music that stopped too loud?
She spoke of love in pure melody’s oud
But he tried too loud with his forcing sound
To change the powerful abound
In circles that rotate around.
Now his shame hangs as a could
As he hears his lover’s sound,
In a past time when his love, wasn’t loud
And it filled a heart, with one simple sound.
The light turns on
Her life moves on
She dreams tonight
Her future bright.
She’s loved thousands of men
One of them a gentleman:
By the name of Ben
Whom she met back then.
In a dream that was
Anne remembers now
In her soul he was
Mr. Ben Ow.
” Why have you come?
I missed you so
Please just go!
But don’t take my glow!”
He ran tearless
Anne stood still.
She cried after him: It is all a dream!
You are not supreme!’
Her own words she wanted to retrieve,
What could she do to live?
In that magic world
Where young brides dresses twirled!
Dodging a fist in a dream
bring unpleasant motion sickness. The cure is
a sweaty awakening with an erection hard enough
to rip through whatever hopes you had of
being good – the underwater sun time glory that arrives
on time.
It’s got the Brooklyn-bound four train beat for sure.
She can’t wait to see what else is out there. You thought you were staying in. Wrong is wrong.
Success can be divine but here where it cries
for its mother’s milk; the breast beats fast —
I can’t keep pace with it.
Or slow down just the same.
Feel free. Live as prisoner. Take chances before they take you.
So it’s tempting for me to deal
When I can really think about is putting
a rush on the thoughts that put the money where the mouth is.
Honey, at the end of the day comes from imagination.
How much meaning can a summer have?
One kiss, a glance that was all it took and from there we never met eyes again.
The breeze fades,
light ruffle on a shirt sleeve,
a staccato pace when the rain followed…my champion anyway.
The way he said you oh-so-slowly pulled down your cotton underwear like you didn’t want to, but all you had to give came after and fast – a collaboration that needed no editing. Satisfied,
I walk away. I was right about you.
Why am I so stubborn in the night halls of my former flame dreams? You cared for that split second. I killed the clock and forever lost count.
Poetry right now
drowns. No more reason to be clever
than it is to remove a finger. You look
to where you sow.
The sun does not play favorites
You have no idea if what you know will make
use of helps the world spin. To be
called and asked to sit down again take the fight
out of the day.
A lingering kiss puts the heat into night. So she
goes
Sex drifts like a web of clouds. You push through it so you come out wet on the other end. The moisture hid, a child’s bright eyes playing peek-a-boo…
A throb here, a lub-dub-dub there.
The heart slows down. You dress, then say goodbye.
I like to read yeah that’s my style,
These words I eat then I make’em worth while,
I compile many thoughts and memories,
Review my file like Yo’ remember these,
Chill’n with my homies and you know we blow trees,
Fantasize about the promise land and what it’s gonna be,
The haters they be on us man and that’s alright with me,
I just try to keep it honest man cuz that’s the way to be
I gotta military mind with a refined game plan,
Kill it every time that I rhyme it’s the same plan,
My rhyme so cold that I dress it in layers,
Twelve years old I felt the power of prayers,
I’m speak’n to my God yo I hope he cares,
They try’n to go public with my private affairs,
Mom, I’d like to thank you for all that you do
On this special day we come together to celebrate you
Today I will lift you up in praise
Humble and caring; sincere through out your days
Every time I think of you, my heart is filled with joy
Remember Bagma Mary! Mamma’s little boy
Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve a mom like you
Doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and encouraging too
All the days of my life you gave me love and support
You’d be the greatest athlete in the world, if only love were a sport
Few things I like more than an empty house and a stack of books
The way I steal the wisdom from these words some may call me a crook
Rightfully so, knowledge stolen
My eyes beat that book! Pages swollen
It was a friendly duel; duel indeed
I used to cut school, go home and read
Once read a whole book while sitting in a tree
It was a small book but great to me
My eyes are heavy
But my thoughts are light
My past is calm
But my future excites
No job, no classroom to attend
Inked paper, my most trusted friend
Always here through work and play
My notebook hangs on each word I say
Her pages always remember my words
Some wise, some kind, and some absurd
Always here, always here, always here with me
When I look back on her pages, it’s me I see
She is a wonderful reflection of myself
My frozen thoughts now live on a shelf
Page after page, after page I’ve filled
Book after book, after book I’ve killed
