Steamy
Sinful
It was sinful, it was shameful.
It was not a game, it included no fame.
My mind has never been the same!
We met, we kissed, we joined ourselves.
Then we parted!
It was sinful, it was fun, it was lust.
It was painful, it was playful.
It was fast, it was slow.
It was OH! So sinful, so dirty, so cavalier, so
carefree!
It was dangerous, it was focused.
It was a flutter, it was felonious, punishable.
It was euphoric, it was dreadful, distasteful!
It was prophetic, it was rustic.
That meeting sabotaged my soul!
You were a saboteur, you were in control.
Will you please come back?
And give me some more!
It was sinful, it was shameful.
It was not a game, it included no fame.
My mind has never been the same!
We met, we kissed, we joined ourselves.
Then we parted!
It was sinful, it was fun, it was lust.
It was painful, it was playful.
It was fast, it was slow.
It was OH! So sinful, so dirty, so cavalier, so
carefree!
It was dangerous, it was focused.
It was a flutter, it was felonious, punishable.
It was euphoric, it was dreadful, distasteful!
It was prophetic, it was rustic.
That meeting sabotaged my soul!
You were a saboteur, you were in control.
Will you please come back?
And give me some more!
Piece de resistance
Making love to you is the
"Piece de resistance" It is
the Apex, of day & night. Making
love to you is charity to my
heart. Making love to you is a
dream come true.
What can compare?
A sunset? A rainbow? The morning dew?
It is a Holy Sacrament, the rushing
of all sensual conceptions. Making
love to you is the advent of my
Soul! It is the picturesque,
account of all things wondrous!
Making love to you is magic!
The creamery of my mind. It takes
me Higher! It is the involution, of
my being. It is the permanent,
joining of the stars. It is the
Sherbet filled dessert of my Universe!
Making love to you is the
"Piece de resistance" It is
the Apex, of day & night. Making
love to you is charity to my
heart. Making love to you is a
dream come true.
What can compare?
A sunset? A rainbow? The morning dew?
It is a Holy Sacrament, the rushing
of all sensual conceptions. Making
love to you is the advent of my
Soul! It is the picturesque,
account of all things wondrous!
Making love to you is magic!
The creamery of my mind. It takes
me Higher! It is the involution, of
my being. It is the permanent,
joining of the stars. It is the
Sherbet filled dessert of my Universe!
Lost Love
How Could I Let Her Get Away?
To my many lost loves!
I ponder on this, day in and day out.
Was I neglectful or negative in any
way?
Did I not play or pay?
Did I abuse her in any way?
Did I say, good morning or good night?
Did I let her out of my sight?
Did I kiss her at night, did I tuck her in?
Was I her friend?
Did I leave her alone too long?
How long would I stay gone?
Did we have fun, or was I a man on the
run?
Did I pray for us at night?
Did I always think I was right?
I ask myself each and every night!
Why did she run away?
Why did not she stay?
I must get on with my life!
Can't dwell on her flight.
To my many lost loves!
I ponder on this, day in and day out.
Was I neglectful or negative in any
way?
Did I not play or pay?
Did I abuse her in any way?
Did I say, good morning or good night?
Did I let her out of my sight?
Did I kiss her at night, did I tuck her in?
Was I her friend?
Did I leave her alone too long?
How long would I stay gone?
Did we have fun, or was I a man on the
run?
Did I pray for us at night?
Did I always think I was right?
I ask myself each and every night!
Why did she run away?
Why did not she stay?
I must get on with my life!
Can't dwell on her flight.
Window Conversation
She sat in the window!
Staring out, glaring out!
Seeking, the past! Holding
conversations with self!
Convincing self, that the boy,
the one who comes each
morning
by the window. Reminded her
of him. Todd! See, it was Todd
who broke her heart! Left her
at the alter! Try as she
would she could not forget!
She went to Istanbul, Europe,
and canals in the Mediterranean.
But every gondola, or café,
reminded her of him! The love
of her life! Day in, day out!
So, she sat conversing with
self! As Todd, long gone!
Taunted her, Haunted Her!!!
She sat in the window!
Staring out, glaring out!
Seeking, the past! Holding
conversations with self!
Convincing self, that the boy,
the one who comes each
morning
by the window. Reminded her
of him. Todd! See, it was Todd
who broke her heart! Left her
at the alter! Try as she
would she could not forget!
She went to Istanbul, Europe,
and canals in the Mediterranean.
But every gondola, or café,
reminded her of him! The love
of her life! Day in, day out!
So, she sat conversing with
self! As Todd, long gone!
Taunted her, Haunted Her!!!
My
People
and
me
People
and
me
Thick Lips
Do my Thick Lips, offend THEE?
Does the deep voice that echoes,
outward, cause concern?
Hate?
Cause, I not look like THEE?
At one time these Thick Lips,
offended even ME!
Cause I didn't know who,
I wanted to BE!
Think I did not like ME!
Was under the misconception, I
would never be FREE.
But now, I Proudly say.
"These Thick Lips, belong to ME,
Black Man I AM,
Black Man I WILL BE.
There is absolutely NOTHING WRONG
WITH ME! Transplanted African King,
That would be ME"""!
Do my Thick Lips, offend THEE?
Does the deep voice that echoes,
outward, cause concern?
Hate?
Cause, I not look like THEE?
At one time these Thick Lips,
offended even ME!
Cause I didn't know who,
I wanted to BE!
Think I did not like ME!
Was under the misconception, I
would never be FREE.
But now, I Proudly say.
"These Thick Lips, belong to ME,
Black Man I AM,
Black Man I WILL BE.
There is absolutely NOTHING WRONG
WITH ME! Transplanted African King,
That would be ME"""!
In Natchez
As I sat at the antebellum house.
Thinking of my ancestors, baking
in the sun, working Plantations.
Visions of them running towards
swamps, to escape, pure suffering,
came to me. Visions of Natchez
where the French came in 1716.
Did they know, that my people
would not be free? Would not,
be free until Civil War &
Emancipation came, then
Reconstruction. Could they
conceive descendants of Africa
on street corners, dealing dope
and death! For What? A Thick gold
chain. More importantly did I,
understand the symbolism.
Gold chains, replacing rusty
ones worn during Middle Passage.
As I sat at the antebellum house.
Thinking of my ancestors, baking
in the sun, working Plantations.
Visions of them running towards
swamps, to escape, pure suffering,
came to me. Visions of Natchez
where the French came in 1716.
Did they know, that my people
would not be free? Would not,
be free until Civil War &
Emancipation came, then
Reconstruction. Could they
conceive descendants of Africa
on street corners, dealing dope
and death! For What? A Thick gold
chain. More importantly did I,
understand the symbolism.
Gold chains, replacing rusty
ones worn during Middle Passage.
The Soul
Misunderstood
My words twisted,
thoughts misinterpreted.
Heart of mine, Misunderstood!
All resounding of my voice,
become conditions of astasia.
My yes won't stand, my no gives
no demand.
An assortment of assumptions, my
requests have become.
Heart of mine, Misunderstood!
Discern what I say, listen to the
way, the way the words are sent
forth. Then you will know, then
you will feel.
Heart of mine, Misunderstood!
My words twisted,
thoughts misinterpreted.
Heart of mine, Misunderstood!
All resounding of my voice,
become conditions of astasia.
My yes won't stand, my no gives
no demand.
An assortment of assumptions, my
requests have become.
Heart of mine, Misunderstood!
Discern what I say, listen to the
way, the way the words are sent
forth. Then you will know, then
you will feel.
Heart of mine, Misunderstood!
Plugged In
A warm sunny day. A cool
breeze upon my face. Smiles
and laughter in the air.
And, I was plugged in. Plugged
into the universe. Plugged into
my feelings, the sensitivity of
my fellow man. There was not
a thing, my soul was missing.
It was an outstanding day!
I was connected to her and him,
you and yours. My heart full,
of compassion, not reaction.
I could smell, life itself.
I felt human, I felt good.
I was Plugged In. The world
was once again, my friend.
Happy was I, joyous and Free!
Glad to be alive!
A warm sunny day. A cool
breeze upon my face. Smiles
and laughter in the air.
And, I was plugged in. Plugged
into the universe. Plugged into
my feelings, the sensitivity of
my fellow man. There was not
a thing, my soul was missing.
It was an outstanding day!
I was connected to her and him,
you and yours. My heart full,
of compassion, not reaction.
I could smell, life itself.
I felt human, I felt good.
I was Plugged In. The world
was once again, my friend.
Happy was I, joyous and Free!
Glad to be alive!
Darkness Overcomes Me
Darkness is here inside me.
I see no sun, I hear no bird.
I feel only dread and terror.
Lunacy runs amuck through my
being in a murderous frenzy.
My soul is lost, somewhere
in time. Somewhere in days
of youth, I lost my way.
I took this wicked path.
Is it too late, to travel
the road of sanity?
To whom can I turn?
Whom can I trust?
Myself? NO!!!!!!
Committees of devils
dance in my mind, nightly.
Fever and suffering overcome
me. I am lost.
Darkness is here inside me.
I see no sun, I hear no bird.
I feel only dread and terror.
Lunacy runs amuck through my
being in a murderous frenzy.
My soul is lost, somewhere
in time. Somewhere in days
of youth, I lost my way.
I took this wicked path.
Is it too late, to travel
the road of sanity?
To whom can I turn?
Whom can I trust?
Myself? NO!!!!!!
Committees of devils
dance in my mind, nightly.
Fever and suffering overcome
me. I am lost.
Grief
Take Me to Mary's Grave!
Take me there,
I need to see.
I will not stare,
tis where I need to be.
Near her resting site,
seeking, wanting.
Those walks at night,
soul pleading, taunting.
Eyes digging into ground,
hoping, praying.
To hear her voice, her sound,
to touch her as she is laying.
Never shall I gaze,
upon her face.
She is but a haze,
Earth and I have lost her grace.
To hold again, my love.
My friend, my dove.
Take me to Mary's grave, please!
I was her slave, twill put me at ease!
Take me there,
I need to see.
I will not stare,
tis where I need to be.
Near her resting site,
seeking, wanting.
Those walks at night,
soul pleading, taunting.
Eyes digging into ground,
hoping, praying.
To hear her voice, her sound,
to touch her as she is laying.
Never shall I gaze,
upon her face.
She is but a haze,
Earth and I have lost her grace.
To hold again, my love.
My friend, my dove.
Take me to Mary's grave, please!
I was her slave, twill put me at ease!
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If I
If I could make, the rivers flow.
Catch, a falling star. Cause,
rain to fall, or wind to blow.
I would, for you!
If I could make, the sun rise and set.
Or cause life, to have no regrets.
I would, for you!
If I could make, mountains come alive.
Or conceptualize, prose and poem.
I would, for you!
If I could transverse, the universe.
Deport or banish, yesterday. Or cause,
Icebergs to sway.
I would, for you!
Fore, Love has come my way.
And if these powers, I did possess.
If I could, I would, for you!
If I could make, the rivers flow.
Catch, a falling star. Cause,
rain to fall, or wind to blow.
I would, for you!
If I could make, the sun rise and set.
Or cause life, to have no regrets.
I would, for you!
If I could make, mountains come alive.
Or conceptualize, prose and poem.
I would, for you!
If I could transverse, the universe.
Deport or banish, yesterday. Or cause,
Icebergs to sway.
I would, for you!
Fore, Love has come my way.
And if these powers, I did possess.
If I could, I would, for you!
It Was You
To My Mother and Father
As I look over my life,
The good and the bad, even the
sad! One analogy is amplified,
You have always been on my side!
There were times, when the fusion
in my life, pointed to confusion.
Complicated delirium and delusion!
But, it was you who insured me
this course, would not be my
final conclusion!
When I
perceived egg on my face!
It was you, who would not concede,
in the face of what appeared to
be, irreparable, irrevocable
disgrace!
It was you, who embraced,
and encouraged me! To erase the
error, to have no terror, with my
mistaken endeavors! So, all I can
do, is return the love to you!
To let you know I LOVE YOU SO!
To My Mother and Father
As I look over my life,
The good and the bad, even the
sad! One analogy is amplified,
You have always been on my side!
There were times, when the fusion
in my life, pointed to confusion.
Complicated delirium and delusion!
But, it was you who insured me
this course, would not be my
final conclusion!
When I
perceived egg on my face!
It was you, who would not concede,
in the face of what appeared to
be, irreparable, irrevocable
disgrace!
It was you, who embraced,
and encouraged me! To erase the
error, to have no terror, with my
mistaken endeavors! So, all I can
do, is return the love to you!
To let you know I LOVE YOU SO!
Love
Family
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