Fallen Soldier

Since Veterans Day was only yesterday, it made me search deep in the archives and retrieve this poem about a friend.  May he rest in peace.

21 guns salute

For your life, it aint no substitute

Soldiers bleeding for their country

Lifeless bodies due to a nation’s dispute.

Since we really don’t know what were fighting for

                   It has to be something minute.

It’s hard to believe that you lost your

Life for that dude.

Curious “George” had you in camouflage

Hiding in a “Bush”

Already close to the edge,

Behind enemy lines their weapons of mass destruction

Gave you a push

Into that infinite hole where many souls go

No train tracks, but the crossroads

Your body stretched out on the ground

What was once warm blood instantly turned cold

The windows to your soul, your bodies’ peepholes forever closed.

I’m just sitting here, can’t get your demise off my mind

I try my best to be a man and be strong.

Like N-Sync the truth remains you’re gone

No longer here in the physical form.

I wouldn’t be composing this if you would have came home

You were just a soldier on foreign land

Hoping that you’d see you wife and family again.

I’m tired of writing “R.I.P,” Rest in Peace Poems

I’m just tryna “L.I.P,” Live in Peace from here-on.

I’m too pissed to reminisce

Too against how this sweet land of liberty handles its business.

You died for a cause, not just because

But maybe the wrong cause

If your last moments were a tape

I’d press pause

Right before

You became a statistic of war.

You were Dog,

I know we didn’t grow up together playing freeze tag

But on my neck is some dog tags

That I wear so you’re more than a memory

It might not be no bling

But every time I step on the scene

Your name will be seen

Followed by Rest In Peace.

Its understood that every living thing has conflict

Or encounters issues

I gather my thoughts on paper

Because it beats singing the blues

Or crying until I run out of tissue.

21 guns salute, for you life if aint no substitute

It’ll never be a substitute.

One love

Missing Diction—–A Haiku

Vocabulary
Words lacking, always absent
Love and trust; exempt.

Public Affection

This was written in the voice of my character Tamika.

Public affection isn’t allowed

Shh…We can’t utter names aloud

Kisses…Lips that should have never touched

Every move has to be Hush-Hush

Deep love or cheap lust?

Body parts that should have never became acquainted

Doesn’t every leaky faucet need maintenance?

Feelings surfaced

Even though that wasn’t my intended purpose.

You hurt me

I’m faced with a ton of emotions

Jealousy, Envy

I hate you like an enemy

Time heals all wounds eventually

Revenge I want, revenge I seek

Revenge is what I’ll get, You’ll see!

 

Thesiz

Kiss

It’s a feeling that can’t be explained, unexplainable
My thoughts are wild, untamable
I want to line you up
Get our heads tilted in that perfect angle
Bend down and close my eyes
Make our lips collide
Give each other a soothing surprise
So heat can arise
From our bodies
Lips are the only required supplies.

I want our lips to dance all across the room
While we stand still
The passion will be 2 strong 4 either
Of us to move
I’ve longed for so long
Imagining what it would be
Or possibly could be
Hopefully, our lips are compatible
Nothing forced, everything’s natural
Kissing like they do in the movies
No movie screen, reality
Reality that I’m attracted to you
Mentally, physically, sexually, and socially
Is that enough reality?
Dreams, fantasies, or just day dreams become present
When is the right time to go for it
Is the question?
My mind and heart are finally in sync
The feelings weird
Hardly do they ever agree.

The way you lick your lips
Makes them hard to resist
I’m really not a kisser
Your lips are attractive
Let ours come together, become active
Intertwine
So that tingling feeling can travel down your spine
My tongue sliding inside your mouth
Lips locking, Saliva swapping
Like theirs no other option

Can we peck the night away?
Leaving a smile on my entire body
When the smile fades or erase
We shall
Kiss again so that feeling can come back in place

Please accept
Don’t neglect or reject my request
Can’t wait till our lips connect
I’m so….impatient
I want them to touch, feel, and converse
Catch our breath for a second then
Put the gear in reverse

Will I stop?
I suppose
It depends on how the connection goes
If it goes well
I’ll prevail
Kiss you from head to toe
Like I’m following a trial
This isn’t a tale I tell.

As I compose this
Off the dome it hits
Then ricochet off the wall
Like bullets do
No bullshitten,
I crave you.

Picturing magical moments being in effect.
I just wanna kiss, caress, and sexually bless
Just lay low, play low
Give our lips the chance
To spend time together
Like kids and play dough.
Just because I’m on stage
Doesn’t mean this is a play though.

When it finally happens
I’ll savor the moment
This is only about lips
So imagine how deep it can get

I want a kiss
Need a kiss
Can I have a kiss?
A kiss to make me Total
Kissing you is all that I’ve been thinking of.

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Emotions vs Logic

Insecure, not sure
Heart tells me one thing
Mind tells me otherwise
Tired of the silent cries
It’s hard to cope with our demise
When love goes wrong
A part of self dies
No rekindling
Never returning
From the grave
No reincarnation
Just a combination
Of grief and frustration.

A constant battle
Emotion vs. Logic
Emotions tend to get in the way
Making a certain someone
Hang like clothing
In my minds closet.
Logic tells me to unplug thoughts
From loves electrical socket
By keeping EVERY relationship platonic.

My emotions say…
Call her
Try to rekindle.
Logic reminds me
That love is blind
Partially complex, partially simple.
My emotions say….
It’s not that easy
She was a perfect match
Logic believes that love is for monkeys
So I keep in hanging from the branch.

It’s like Steven Urkel vs. Stephen
One is
Laid back
Mellow
Smooth
Never blowing it’s cool
While the other is a clumsy nerd who follows his heart
Knowing that love rules.

My emotions are an addict
Longing for that four letter word
To roll off someone’s tongue
The perfect melody when entering my eardrums.

Logic isn’t one to ignore the obvious
Brain power,
The little voice inside called conscious
That badmouths love
Always labels it as being retarded
Saying it belongs on the curb with Monday’s garbage.

Emotions believes
Love is therapeutic
Logic lacks romance
Candlelight dinners
While listening to soft music.

Logic holds my emotions at gunpoint
Daring them to show their face
If they peep outside that window
Logic threatened to cock back
And eliminate waste.

Many believe emotions have a way
Of impairing your judgment
Like an intoxicant
Drama inside of self
Internal conflict.

Heart vs. brain
Body parts at war
Trying to gain control
Similar to
Tug-of-War.
Like feuding parents trying to
Get custody of their offspring
Former lovers in divorce court
Fighting over material things.

Logic believes that Cupid
Is stupid
Real gangsta’s don’t shoot arrows
They load bullets.

Feelings vs. Reason
Passion vs. Judgment
Sentiment vs. Common Sense
Emotions Vs. Logic
Which does one pick????

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Morning Breath

Things aren’t always about sex
Companionship- laying next to someone special
Breathing hot breath on their neck
Body language speaks volumes
Nonverbal communication
No words needed
Smiling your way for a morning salutation.
Good morning sweetie
You still look sleepy
Did you dream of me?
Last night
We were intimate without sexual contact
Bodies relaxed
Like they were recently graced by the hands of
A massage therapist
Every time you inhaled, I exhaled
Breathing in your scent
Blowing out your smell.
Body heat is the best source for warmth
I repeat
Body heat is the best source for warmth.
Powerful is a woman’s touch
Loving the way I clutch you in my arms as we hibernate
Human contact
Feeling your temperature without a thermometer.
Last night
You were the last sight seen
Before closing my eyelids
First sight seen when my pupils reopened
Once the sun showed its face,
When light appeared
Familiarity is recognized
Vision locked on beauty worthy of being idolized.
Things aren’t always about sex
Companionship-laying next to someone special
Blowing hot breath on their neck
Rolling over laying your head on their chest.
I don’t wanna see you for a second or two
I wanna wake up next to you….with morning breath.

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Broken Hearts

Where do broken hearts go?

Do they all travel down the same road

Looking for a shield that’s made of gold

To forever protect the shattered pieces

So they can once again be whole.

Where do broken hearts travel?

Do they all meet down the street

To greet and give each other treats

Hoping they can delete the handed defeat

From the person

Who once made them feel complete?

Unlike merchandise from a store

You can’t hand anyone a receipt asking for

Your heart back.

Can broken hearts comprehend or understand

That they weren’t always twins?

Do they know that they weren’t always

Broken in half or separated

Drugged up with love & emotionally intoxicated,

Confused with millions of thoughts

That’s too complicated.

Will broken hearts ever be the same?

Is it possible that they could ever be sane?

Will they ever be able

To add fluid to another flame?

Can broken hearts heal

Without ointments or band-aids?

Or will they forever feel lonely and twisted like braids?

Dream On

Dream On, Dreamer

This is 4 the inspiring

Actors, Artists

Nail technicians, Musicians

Cosmetologists,

That high school student

In the driveway dribbling a ball

Praying for a scholarship

Cause his parents cant afford college

That little girl who dances in front of the television

Mimicking moves from her favorite videos

Hoping one day she’ll be famous on stage

Wearing pretty clothes.

The future belongs to those

Who dare to dream.

Dream on Dreamer

Be determined, discipline

When your dreams talk, listen

Pay close attention

Be driven

Dreams are the vehicle

Your actions are the ignition

Drive cautiously, buckle up

Expect no one to understand your vision

Let em laugh

Let em talk

Remain positive

Stay strong by walking a humble walk

Dream on, Dreamer

Everyone has dreams

Not all pursue

Everyone has potential

Not all use it

So having it is useless

Some neglect their talents

By not taking advantage

The worst thing in the world is wasted talent

Never back down from a challenge

Strive to be extraordinary, not average

Dream on, Dreamer

Most wouldn’t understand what it means

To have a passion

Follow your desires,

Be a verb by taking action

Dreams become nightmares

When you don’t take action

I’d rather go out knowing I tried

Compared to being the:

            Should have

            Could have

            Would have type

Separate yourself from the typicals

Be your own individual

People who neglected their dreams are miserable

Dream on, Dreamer

Dreams are real

All one has to do is believe

Have faith in self

Don’t half step

Climb the success ladder

But Watch your steps

Watch your back, watch your left shoulder

Snakes disguise themselves as friends

Ready to attack like cobra’s

Dream on, Dreamer

 

Regardless, people will always talk nonsense

Plan, Strive, then accomplish

Set goals then pursue

Be on a mission

Your only weapon being ambition

Just do it like NIKE

Following your heart is doing the right thing

Ask Spike Lee

Isolate yourself from negativity

Give yourself room to breathe

Feed your dreams

Don’t let them suffer

By dying of hunger

Dream on, Dreamer

Be the person you see on the television screen

Be the person you read about in magazines

When they ask you how it all started

Tell the world it started from a dream.

This is for Dreamers

Wishful thinkers

Escaping into a world of fantasy

Hoping it can magically

Transform into reality.

The future belongs to those

Who dare to dream.

Dream on, Dreamer.

Fatherless

 

Dedicated 2 everyone who grew up

In a household that was fatherless

Complicated trying to remain positive

Residing in a poverty stricken neighborhood

Drug spots every three houses

Can’t ignore the obvious

Sperm donors are either anonymous

Or has a full time job at breaking promises

Said he was coming over

So you got a bag of clothes hanging from ya shoulder

Sneakers laced

Coat zipped up

Watching time on the microwave

Praying he show up

Eventually doze off to sleep

Waking up in a rush

So you can make the school bus.

Maybe if pops was there

We would have a better way of thinking

Knowledge seeking

Nope not us, we’re steady sinking

Beefing with my fellow brother

Over material and colors

Instead of being lovers

We’re some ignorant suckers

Chasing money and legs under bed spreads

With a fluffy pillow and comforter.

Juveniles running wild

Pushups got his chest poking out

Grades start to slip

Going to school not learning

Mastered the art of copying papers

Detention, too many absences, next comes suspension

No balance, unhealthy household, craving attention

No direction, hard headed

Headed to a detention center

Professional sinner

Surrounded by dropouts, gamblers, thieves, corner store hustlers

Who fight over customers

All of our role models

Passing Hennyesee bottles

Blowing smoke out of their nostrils

Maybe pops could have molded us

Told us to

Chase our dreams instead of nuts

Puffing blunts, our thoughts are preoccupied with

Getting more money than a Milwaukee Buck

We treat every female like they’re a slut

They’re worth more than cigarette’s

But we still

Hit it a few times then

Throw the butt.

Treat em like they’re worthless

Never knowing their significance

Until we see our lil sisters with her heart broke

Or tears flowing down momma’s eyes cause

Her boyfriend just put his hands around her throat

Dedicated 2

Everybody that didn’t get a chance to be a child

Forced to grow up premature

Grown because of age

In a corporate world we’re immature

Can’t complete a sentence speaking proper English

Specialize in ebonics

Instead of getting goals accomplished

We go to job interviews smelling like chronic.

Females are affected too

Father figures, please stop treating everyday

Like Halloween

Come from under that costume

Some fatherless females

Learn at an early age
That the riches from a mans wallet
Could easily be transferred into her pockets
If she let them explore the goldmine between her thighs.
Her main concerns are fashion, gossiping, and getting high.

She’s more in love with a mans finance
Compared to the feeling of romance.
If you don’t look like money
She won’t give you a chance-
Won’t look your way, not even a glance.

She never had a father figure and it shows
heart colder than an Eskimo
Given the right amount, she’ll kiss you from head to toe
Like Christmas season under a mistletoe.

She desired a boss, baller, shot caller.

Didn’t understand that

Hustlers don’t receive benefits-
No dental or medical assistance.

If Pops was there maybe her current mind frame

Wouldn’t be in existence.

What happened to condoms and birth control?

Unprotected relations

Premature ejaculation

Leads 2 daddy taking a lifetime vacation

Leaving a woman raising an fatherless nation

This is dedicated to everyone that grew up

In a house that was fatherless

Keep your head up even though

It’s hard trying to remain positive>