NEW POEMS

Perhaps

Perhaps destiny has enclosed us in a space set aside in the near or distant future.
I would gladly accept destiny’s decision
and make you my home.
Times I think of you trapped beyond my grasp
and I compose schemes in my head, ways that
I would free you if only I were so brave and
lived lawlessly.
I am bound by honor for you, tormented by you being
the object of my affection,
yet the affect of my objection,
is that you are so far in a northern direction.
Perhaps our lives were meant to be intertwined
for the sake of God’s plan,
me your woman and you my man,
bringing forth the great flood of love upon this Earth.
Perhaps you and I are to be.
Perhaps we have already been set to music in similar
dimensions.
And stars twinkle to the tune of our love.
Perhaps this poem has been too corny for you to appreciate.
And just perhaps it has opened you up to the beauty and love
that resides in you and I.
Perhaps,just perhaps.




Beautiful
The struggle in daily battles of life`s war,
may be ugly,
but know that your will to keep fighting is
beautiful
Your failures that increase in numbers at your every attempt,
may be ugly,
But the strength in you that prevails after every fall is
beautiful
I saw a man so badly twisted and deformed,it looked as if his right
elbow was connected to his left knee,he was twisted so ugly.
But the power in his stance as he independently waited for the bus
was so
beautiful
So I give these words to you my beautiful friend in these times of
ugly situations,
to turn your recognition of ugly into the realization of your beauty.
You are beautiful!



Thank you for my freedom

Thank you nameless black man
that hangs from the tree
rooted in hatred and Mississsippi
in the year 1943.
Thank you nameless slave woman
who bore children way too soon,
from a master who whipped her
father, and took her young womb.
Thank you nameless black man that
suffered during the race riots,
Your voice was extremely loud,so that
mine could be quiet
Thank you nameless slave running
in the night to be free and healed.
And with his first step towards the
north,myfaith in freedom was sealed.
Thank you first black father who instilled in his daughters and sons,
that with faith in God all our battles have already been won.
Thank you to the first black mother,
who raged against time with a seed
and from her grew him,her,him,them,
him,her,us,and me.

Love like fire so good it burns
Why do we purposely,fall for those we know will burn us in the end?
Is it an attraction to
fire that we have always had even as children?
(you remember burning paper behind the garage or where ever your
spot was)
Why is it that we continue to love the chemical imbalance of fire?
Fire can cook for you, light the candles to set the mood,light your
way on destiny`s path,and
warm your heart,
but fire can also hurt you, scar you, burn your house down,and
creep over to your neighbor`s house.
What`s a pyromaniac to do?

Infinite one
Words that flow like rivers,through the spaces beyond
our realm he is alone,the art of time
He offers a never ending tune,sung like a circle.
Infinity he says of love,
Infinity he speaks of me
Infinite one
Wisdom,he releases,
upon my head like a welcomed african storm,
replenishing my fields with perpetual warmth
Infinity he says of faith
Infinity he speaks of truth
Infinite one
My passion for his time is growing impatient
with the antics of distance,
Infinity he says of time
Infinity he speaks of us
Infinite one,
He speaks and my soul needs not to rest,but
to go forth side by side his every spoken syllable
with ears concentrating on the rhythm of his drums
that beat beyond that myth of, the end of time,
Infinity he speaks of suns shining
Infinity he says of life
He is my infinite one, and I am infinitly dedicated

My love of love

I love love,it speaks to me
it gathers my attempts and cast
them aside,
and strengthens my pride,
love loves me,I cling
to it
I feed love my soul,and love feast like a king,
love is full of me,and I am full of love


Light house

My heart longs for my soulmate
I stand in the mirror staring at the face
that he will stare at.
gazing into the eyes that he will one day light up with his
presence.
And then I notice that the face is sad,
and the eyes,they are crying
not longing,but hurting.
The pain is immense
torturing my days,
and outright plaguing my nights.
Can’t my soulmate,can’t he feel
my pain?
My pain should be his beacon
his lighthouse.
Is he too far from my harbor to see my light?
My light shining so bright that it hurts my eyes.
Is he locked away in the dark somewhere only dreaming
of a lonely lighthouse,wondering the meaning?
My hurting should be his lighthouse
showing him the way to my shores.
Can he not feel my pain?
Can my soulmate not see the lighthouse
waiting to show him the way home?

Your whispers

This song on the radio makes me dream of you.
Think of all soulful things we need to do.
I hear it and the whisper becomes intense.
This passion have for you makes no sense.
Stop your torture of my
heart.
It helps none when you speak,we are so far apart.
I think of you often.
you consume my thoughts and,
I am misery all alone.
I am misery with you not on the phone.
I am misery when this
song plays and you`re not here.
I am misery without your whispers in my ear.


I wanna be made love to pleasingly
arms holding me,love squeezing me
lips and tongue teasing me
I wanna be made love to
I wanna be loved made to
do things I never thought I`d do
like you do me and I`ll do you
on a plane to peru
or at home would be fine
we could take sixes and nines
intertwined
your legs wrapped around mine
leave a window cracked
scent of apple blossoms and lilacs
sandlewood oil rubbed on my back
I wanna get broke off
like Jada in "set it off"
Jada in "jason`s lyric"
love through one`s spirit
Jada in "menace to society"
Jada gets hooked up don`t she
I wanna be made love to gently
eagerly,tenderly,and exclusively
I wanna be made love too with whispers in my ear
speak dirty or speak sincere
with no inhibitions,no fear
I wanna be touched everywhere and nowhere
like here, there,here, and ooh not there
I wanna be spun like thread
made into silk sheets on the bed
love so crazy,leave me touched in the head
I wanna be made love to like a night breeze
stroking leaves of willow trees,
on summer`s eve
I wanna be made love to
love that sounds true
like oh,um,hmm,ahh,ah,uh,oooh
don`t wanna hear oh sh!t,oh sh!t
not too quick
that sh!t,gets yo azz kicked
inscence and candles
I wanna reach pinnacles and steeples
when you kiss my ankles
i wanna bite you and me
pull my hair,grip the sheets
I wanna scratch the wall and your back
maybe a little azz smack
I wanna do all that!
but I don`t know what I wrote this poem for
I don`t know of any men who make love anymore

The Unh-unh man
I try to walk right by
No urge to catch his eye
But he turn,he stare
I mutter and swear
Throw a mean glare
So, maybe he`ll know,
in that direction to go,
but no
Maybe if I hurry some
Ahh damn here he come
"Hey baby how you doin"
I say fine until my day you ruined
"Ahh ahh baby where you from
you fine as wine and then some"
Thank you excuse
"Ahh baby you can`t refuse me,
I think I got a bit of a crush"
Yeah but I`m in a bit of a rush
"Slow down can I talk witcha"
unh-unh
"Wait a minute can I walk witcha"
unh-unh
He`s now blocking my way like there`s some toll for me to pay
He`s persistent
and though resistent
I stop, I breathe
okay brother please,
what is it that you need?
"Gimme the time I`ll show ya"
unh-unh
"I jus wanna get to know ya"
unh-unh
"What you gotta man?"
unh-unh
"Ooh you gotta girlfriend?"
ugh unh-unh
"I`m just playin damn,
but uh you makin me wanna fall for you,
you think maybe I can just call for you"
Man! What is it?Is he not listening,not paying attention?Can`t he see
I`m not interested? I`m saying unh-unh before he finishes
sentences.
My tolerance now thin
I slyly grin
Sure you got a pen
I hand him some digits on some scrap paper
He now smiling like he the mack of all playas
"Yeah baby I`ma holla atchu lada"
So later as I`m preparing for my slumber
I reflect on my day and smile as I wonder,
Just how his face looked when he heard,
unh-unh, wrong number!

Up and coming with God's help

I have just finished writing my fifth book. I am trying to get them published through Paper Tigers.Pray for me. Thank you.