ELI

It’s funny because – i'm used to being creative with words, and having the right things to say. But then you come along and everything I had planned out gets whisked away. I don’t know if it’s the pure seduction that just drives me crazy, Or the thought of you being my lady. maybe. Im used to being creative with words, and expressing my deepest feelings. But then you come along, and everything I had planned attracts dust on the shelf. I don’t really don’t know if it’s your complexion that just drives me insane. Or the thought of you saying “yes” to a diamond ring. Im used to being creative with words, and making myself known. But then you come along, and all that I can think about is taking you home. I don’t know if it is just your charisma alone, or the fact that you are the prettiest woman That I have ever known.  And I met that in a figurative sense. I don’t know if you know what you do, but what you do drives me senseless, ins...

Wrestling with writers block; And he's winning. I haven't written in some months; Is my brain finished? Am I all out of thoughts? To process. The process, of a boy turning man; I try the best that I can. My life ain't beachy but it's peachy as I play in the sand. And kick rocks like I was sitting up in rehab. But know I'm sitting in the basement like big tigger; Reflecting on the old rhymes I wrote, I never got to spit out. When will I, get to, ever, be the greatest like Holyfield or mayweather. April weather May rain on my Parade but Rest soon comes when June show up and sun is shining on my back as sweat glistens. "A hard worker" As some say they'd describe me as. But shouldn’t the hardest worker get to find time to sit on his ass? And be lazy, at least for a moment? But then I ask myself "boy ain't this you wanted?"

Her slender fingers on those piano keys. I envy those , as they receive,   Her delicate touch. Each stroke raises heat & the sound she makes raises me... She plays chopins polonaise in E;  Her favorite key.  Her hair moves slightly ,  from the open windows' breeze.  Geez.  She appeases my every lustful desire.   And that's just off of how she plays,  So imagine if we played? -  We could probably go on for hours.  As she works through the complexities of the piece.  She motions me to move to a closer seat. Says "I think I'd be more inspired if you were close to me."  That's code for something ...  & Her body looks even lovelier up close, The wind blows and I catch a dose -  Of  pure seduction. .. The smell arrested me, Stopped me in mid-thought .  I smile at her mastery;  At the  masterpiece  - she just let me witness...

They don't even know what friends are. They don't even wanna hang out anymore. They just wanna be alone.  They got needs they wanna satisfy. Whatever happened to  chivalry ? Whatever happened to friendship?  Whatever happened to getting to know somebody? My generation just wanna love somebody. Everybody wants to rush to be in love... It's just lust though. Then hearts start to break and nobody knows who did it. And then everybody wanna blame somebody for something that was anybody's business. We all were a witness. We all seen them hearts fall down and ain't nobody pick it - up. What the hell?  What the hell is going on?  Hearts  are supposed to be  cherished , not played with and left alone.  And  love  isn't supposed to be just a four letter word like it is right now.

I just told her that I've been battling writers block for months and that I needed something to draw inspiration from. So she told me I can take a picture, Just so long as I ask first and so I asked her; To be my permanent model. And now I hold those words & that picture, close to my heart. whenever I'm going through , they are, she is, right there - pumping through my veins & eventually running straight through to my brain like a drug of some kind - A never ending recurring image of her frame; Not being stopped by time.  the main thing; Is, that she is my motivation . With or without her knowing. I'd get on my knees & plead if she were to leave. Like, "where are you going? You are the pieces, You are my rib, You are my finished puzzle. My unfinished body, God made you specifically to fit me." And she'd probably gasp & say something to the effect of: "damn, well I never knew you felt like th...

Here’s what our teachers never taught us: We are puzzles with chipped pieces that do not always fit. a game never to be completely finished, let alone won. 
 And, while the corners are always easily found,   you’re going to have to struggle   with the ambiguous mass in between only until you realize: 
 It did never 
 Will ever Should never; Reflect the confined picture on the box. You will fall in love   with a marvelous, ferocious, wickedly electrifying human being, 
 which will turn the wildest thunderstorms into light summer mists,   making you wonder   why you ever brought that umbrella at all. You will grow apart from most friends. More often than not your paths will never meet again. 
 sad truth. More often apart. 
 Yet, you will learn 
 the necessity of imminent & inevitable change. And maybe your tangled roots will cross again. Maybe, because lost roots always find each other again eventuall...

Runaway with me. To a place where we can be alone, At peace. Fuck this city, it's getting so cold. And all I need is you with me, To keep me warm. Runaway... Runaway with me. To a place where we can be alone, So far from home. I know you got family, so do I. But we're grown and they can live without us for a while. So, runaway... Runaway with me. Runaway from this crazy place. I know you don't wanna leave, But I also know you don't wanna stay... And if I can do better, You can do better too. So runaway with me, In this city we have no use.  we gotta move; on. Runaway,  with me.

‘#CityLeftFloating’ I measure every grief I meet with narrow eyes, That’re never dry because tears well every time. I wonder if their pain’s like mine, just a larger size. Pains deep like the ocean - How a city’s left floatin’. On tears for a man that was only twenty one years old. They did that man wrong, man that was so cold. Are we the next Chicago?  DC? Or Philly? I remember when DE used to not be so chilly. But people’s hearts turn cold though; They don’t care, no, they don’t care. He had a family back home but they wanted him gone… These are just my thoughts, finally getting organized, Don’t know if someone gon’ feel me. but this is how i feel inside.  Heard everything has a reason, Heard that time can heal me. Will it? Cause I feel the same way I felt when I got the memo and my heart melted... I don’t know the heartbreak that persists behind your smile. I do know no mother in the world ever wants to bur...

"Away from the comfort zone" Going away from the comfort zone of home; I roamed, the world, restlessly / relentlessly wanting a change, and now that it's come, I want things to remain; The same. Grown accustomed to being here in this city. Stuck in this same place since birth, Its gon hurt when I leave it; Like a gash from the glass when I was so stupid and stepped on the fucking table. Foolish. But that was life as a kid. "You gotta live, love, & learn." Playing with fire, bet you gonna get burned. Or playing with glass better know you gonna get cut. Crazy, my brain still got the wounds no matter how much I try to patch that shit up. Leaving home. Far from the streets that I've roamed. To a place where don't anybody know me.  I'm all by my lonely. 16 hours away; missing family like cray. But I know deep down, really I can't stay. I gotta go. I gotta go. I signed the line. I...

                                                                       New vision. Who vision? Blue vision. High vision. Sky vision. God vision. Dirty vision, Clean vision. Dream vision. Leader of the new school. Cool kids, chuck vision. Racing against time, got runner up vision. Black vision. White vision. Got precision, like Mike vision. Tryna live right, but this damn night vision. Make you see things you never see in daylight vision. Tryna keep it honest, got that Abe linc vision. never been violent, that's my Martin King vision. But Get it by any means, that's that Malcolm lil' vision. Been a product of the hood, but i ain't got the kill vision... Nah,

Encountered some chances I've passed up. So unequipped for love; Afraid that I'd mess it up. Is it true? It could be you. Have you felt the same? When you're alone, by yourself, you think of my name? Cause I do you. Whoever knew? Love could turn all of your grays blue. And all these thoughts in my head – girl they’re all you. So if I get a chance I know what I am gon do. So what we gon do? Gotta believe in second chances. I pray I encounter some extra chances. Cause if you dare to ask me; I really think I'm ready...

To love or make love? Both are what I pray for. But there is no ring on our fingers. That's like having sex with a stranger; This is “fornication” understandably. But then there's the temptation just radiating off your body, how it's glowing, I just cannot contain; myself. Damned if I do, Damned if I do - not! Cause if I do they will be like "yeah nigga! Yeah nigga!" But if I don't they'll be like "you lame, how could you ever pass?" For time’s sake I just focus on that ass, sip from this flask, raw Hennessy putting my mind at ease. Cause: me-no-freak but damn; the freak-in-you makes me wanna; get freaky too. Nice & slow, Throw - you on my silk sheets, caress your mocha skin while confessing my love for you which has been building for years. These tears; They have a legitimate justification. I see you in my dreams and it just feels as if it's real, every single night. It's like living in the clich...

I think it's time to face the facts. You're bags are packed; You're leaving & you're never coming back. One text just ruined it all. I shouldn't have called that girl, I shouldn't have called that girl. I knew she was no good. I knew. But still I failed. I fell in lust. You've had enough. I just wish there was something more I could say. Takes a lot to even own up. I planned to lie to just get you back but then that wouldn't be very grown up. Got to face the facts. Your bags are already packed. You're about to leave and you're never coming back. One text just ruined it all. I should have called that girl; I should have called that girl. Only though, to set the record straight. With tears in my eyes I write this; With regret flowing from my pen. Because I thought what we had was ‘Love’, Was 'Fate'. I ain't think it would ever end. Now you say you hate me; ...

everyone believes in something. everyday life would be nothing without the exercise of BELIEF , TRUST , and DEPENDENCE . for example; when you're driving you have BELIEF that the signs are telling you the truth, you have CONFIDENCE that other drivers are trustworthy, and you have TRUST that when you're light is green theirs is red and that they will stop at that red light. faith is commonplace at the ordinary level of living. but, it is also exercised higher up. the significance of faith can not be overestimated and should not be underestimated!  But, what is faith?  [webster's definition:] "the allegiance and loyalty to a person or duty." , the second definition: " the belief & trust in and the loyalty to God,"  Faith: believing that something you've been told is true. the conviction that it is true is based on the source of the information being trustworthy. trust is placed in that which is believed to be true, to such a degree that...

                 I have yet to discover what my path is. I have yet to understand my own emotions, my thoughts, the reasoning behind my actions and reactions. For self-satisfaction I just act happy; Whenever they start asking I simply say “it’s all good.” And it is half the time, currently my life is situated between ‘ okay ’ and just FINE . That’s decency; And I know sometimes I do things indecent , see, we ain't perfect but i'm finding it funny how some people are always expecting me to be. And I joined the military for the specific reason; they don’t look down, they won’t try to play you. I felt like maybe for once I could probably fit in, find a sense of belonging somewhere other than where home is. In search of a piece of me; inside of all these beautiful people I seem to see something close to whatever I’ve been trying to be. Its strenuous work, trying to find REAL yourself in a time where FAKE is all they...

All I have is a voice To undo the twisted lie; Kids in my generation live in streets, Where they can’t go nowhere without guns & knives. And I don't wanna see them live like that. Where every second they gotta look behind their back; Or everyday just to get by, they gotta sell that crack. *gun shots* Gun shots & sirens. They killing each other, Isn’t this why Martin preached? Isn’t this why Rosa sat? Isn’t this why Malcolm fought? Just to get some hope, back. Seems we lost it all, again. Because they; just wanna be heard. Just as I do, that's why I write these poems. That's why I be in my feelings knee deep with these words. And I cry so much you could probably take a lap in my tears. Come and swim with my dreams. Come and see what I fear.

DAMN! Ok girl I see you. With yo high heels, And ya black dress. What a lovely sight, You the model type You the lover not a fighter type Hope im right. Girl when's ya flight? Because I’ve been dying to meet ya Heard about that show you put on last night, And the outfits that were featured Raunchy, but Beautiful, so I respect it.            Every shot that was taken My memory cannot recollect. But the cameras were rolling, so bet, we'll never forget. Beyond compare I can never compare you to another, Look at you. Look at you in the mirror. So special Strutting, down the run way With your head high Confidence is a sexy sign. Wonder woman. Ooh girl I wonder woman; Will you be my wonder woman? For the night, or perhaps for our life? Its whatever I see that smile upon your face, I know my words are clever. Cleverly getting your attention I realize now why some women env...

Time is not rewinding. Seasons are always changing. We're all growing older. So what's you're motive? What do you live for? Don't tell me "nothing". Because we all have something. Someone or somewhere, We fight for, we shed tears. So, what is your motive? Are your visions, in motion? Do you dream with your eyes open? Or do you sleep? Do you keep? A close eye on the bad guys? Or are you one of them? Are you easily influenced? Are you under the influence? What are you living for? Living for today? Or tomorrow? Living for happiness? Or sorrow? Do you let it get to you? Do you let it stick to you? Or, you let it slide? What is your motive, or you tryna hide? What kind of sides are you tryna hide? Split personalities never make a melody unless you got a bill Bellamy player in your head, how to be a player, just to get yourself a Melanie. What's your motive? The girls? Or the world?...