I told the moon
my secrets
as the world
watched and did
the same
Poetry is in motion...
I'm inspired by poetry a new comer to the scene but it has lived in my blood all my life and now not only does it run through my veins i live and breathe it. Consistently using the quote " Poetry is in motion" as a flame on to the widespread of thoughts that evolve inside my head allowing my inner thoughts to lead to spoken word and hopefully history. I am happy to say I'm ready for the new found journey that poetry just might take me on. To anyone that follows I promise to do my best to keep it interesting and continue to make you eager to read and evolve in your own personal knowledge and find the inner poet in "You"!
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May302012
10PM
Your words
no longer carry meaning
none of them
hold the significance of truth…
10PM
The Left Shoulder…
the fool
that sits on your shoulder
is no longer
a voice of reasoning
his darkest thoughts
harbor the worst intentions
for the remembrance
of your life’s legacy
he’s spotted your strength
through actions
that the human eye see’s as weakness
and has pin pointed
the perfected time of kicking
you while you’re down
May292012
Your Truth Lays Bare At the Alter…
there were illustrations of dreams
images of wanderers looking for a lost art,
alone at a dance waiting
for someone to create hand in hand memories
in that moment of significance
as I took aim through images
of shattered glass reminding me of my youth,
a young boy spooked by silhouettes of his father
from behind his broaden shoulders,
he never knew the feeling of a world baring down on him
he never knew how to hold steady under pressure
while a household going afloat depended on him
staring down a path altered
by mistakes
having thoughts about a past
i couldn’t remember
things that i remember
i still want to forget them though i can’t
no longer can i hide behind
this veil of sanity
there is turmoil here
I came prepared
using my mouth as a gun
and my tongue as a trigger and
with words i become trigger happy
shooting you with truth at point blank range
as rationalized faults
come gushing out of broken windows
the soul is revealed,
your truth is laid bare and those memories
that haunt me every so often
cross over to the other side
becoming peaceful moments in an
unforgotten eternity
May242012
Separation
Him? He wears a mask
during the day only showing his
true face at night, the darkness
knows him by familiar, the light
knows him by the son of no one
as women perform the rotation
of things recycled
Her? She wears her feelings on her sleeve
in tattooed form, no stories are being told,
she just likes the attention it brings because
she’s misguided and needs someone to follow
Him? He sleeps past seven when he promises
to wake at sunrise putting all his feelings
through text, he’s no coward, but no one listens
when he uses the art of verbal conversation
so he continues to use what works for him
Her? She’s a vision of beauty although
she thinks no one see’s the appearance that she see’s
as she wipes away the steam created upon bathroom mirrors
she continuously hopes the world see’s her right side up
and desires her mind more than her cave
He never says I love you
and wonders why love continues to pass him by
She stays where she’s wanted but not where she wants
to be, old things become distant and new things become familiar
she stays for the feeling of familiar as she dies for the feeling of love
They both have learned to be liars and truthful at the same time.
8PM
Sexy, Black, Bold, Strong, Awesome! This had to be reblogged! #FullFiguredWomen Sex!
(via onesmartblackboy)
May152012
Get Out Of My Hair-Bilal (by AlexisFather)
12PM
Do Away With Your Broken Grin…
she entered
my home with this
broken grin
i didn’t recognize her
even though a kind
act was committed
it went unnoticed
not at all because
anything has changed,
just because there is a sign
that says welcome
right outside my door
and there was no reason
to enter without a smile,
so from now on
if you dare attempt to enter
with a broken grin
the sarcasm behind
your gestured mask will
no longer be welcomed
on the other side.
12PM
MARCH 15, 2012
YOU HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT US,
(I THINK)
YOU HAVE NOT LEARNED TO BE WITHOUT
THE TOUCH THAT REDEFINED YOUR FEELING OF LOVE,
AND ARE A LITTLE AFRAID OF BEING ALONE,
TIRED OF A LOVE THAT WON’T/CAN’T LAST,
SO NOW…NO LOVE LEAKS FROM WITHIN,
YOU ARE DRY.
SO AM I.
THE DAYS SEEM UNFILLED
WITHOUT YOUR PRESENCE.
AND FOR THAT I WILL REMAIN
OUTSIDE THE BOUNDARIES OF MY
OWN STATE OF MIND.
12PM
Listening When Wisdom Speaks…
the air is cool
broken hearts make
it feel frigid
somehow there is still
life here more than ever
there is nothing to run a way to
if there was, someone would’ve
found it by now
someone would’ve told
the heart there is refuge
and if i only knew what
being alone during the Summer meant
swollen tongues off words
not used
like, I love you…
like, I miss you…
coming to a fork in the road
I’ve learned to sit there
being still trying to listen
to those voices that speak to you
between a bird’s chirp
and a gust of wind
yes, silence is when wisdom
speaks the loudest
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