Always

I've been up since about 2am. I have a serious case of insomnia so I decided to try to write. Lately writing has been come hard for me. I usually can turn out a new piece with ease, but I think it's because I need to get back to my novel. I keep saying that, but Eric has given me some mild inspiration. Well, it is 4:43am and I've finished a new poem. I hope you like it. 

Sing to me of ideas that lurk in the dark

Monsters that fear the light, yet yearn to be seen,

Sing to me of dreams that are peaceful and serene,

Healing the ravages of a reality that tears lives apart

 

Sing to me with words that are more than metaphor,

Similes that are not similar to past affinities

 

Dance with me with only our hearts for a beat

Synchronizing our steps as we harmonize our dreams for change

Dance with me under a new moon, full but fleeting

Spotlight for our insecurity and fears until they no longer feel strange

 

Dance with me while we embark on destiny’s path

Sing to me with a voice that sooths my nightmares

Dance with me as we create envy that is unparallel

 

Sing to me,

Dance with me,

Live with me,

Laugh with me,

Be with me,

Always.

I found the fountain of youth....

I found the fountain of youth,
and it resides in the eyes of every child of the 90's
look in the mirror and realize that your eyes hold the proof,
that child hood cartoons instilled in our subconscious,

If I had one wish it would be to dive so deep into the past,
reminiscing about times that have passed until I see images,
blurry figures of old heroes that have been killed rather meaningless...










And there were so many more shows on Nick: Hey Arnold, Rocket Power, etc. Disney had great shows too: Duck tales was one of my favorites. I use to love inspector gadget, power rangers, and pretty much any cartoon or childrens series of the 90's. Oh, Wild Thornberry's and as told by ginger were some of my favorites. Oh, and can't forget about recess.

P.S. Am I the only one who believed that T.J was going to become King of the playground
?

Seeds

I have not written a new poem in so long, and i've felt terrible about it. I was lost and lacked motivation. Well, my birthday is in 40 minutes, and I felt that it was only right to right a new poem to end 2008 and bring in my birthday. I wrote this straight through no stops so I hope anyone reading this likes it.

I was taught the pain of heartbreak in the year of 2008,

Tears of pain and joy washed away landscapes of immaturity

As demolition crews squandered time and energy,

and watched me as I took upon my shoulders their burdens.

Atlas’ last son,

I carried the weight of my hopes and dreams,

Building muscles and relying on the strength of my character,

Until I became a free mason and freed myself of the cracks in my fortitude,

Fortifying my determination and ascending to new planes of imagination.

Imagining myself as a hero that uplifts those within the void of heartache,

A void that shares similarities and connects hearts in the wake of destruction

An oxymoron that belies its true intent of forging bonds,

Words flow through the essence of those with the ears to listen,

Not just hearing but breathing in the antibodies,

that are subtle and masked in the shroud of words.

Losing sight of what ails me and embracing what ails society,

Blind to the fact that life blows through me like a maelstrom,

Searching frantically for the eye of the storm, and being disillusioned

By the façade that I use to fool myself that this is a fairy tale,

And has a happy ending.

Riding through storybooks without my red hood to hide me

from the eyes I see in the mirror that reflects only the heartache,

of loving so hard that my words are clogged in my mind

And can’t find the path to enlightenment that will grant inner piece,

to the puzzle that came without all the pieces.

Piecing together the pieces to a poet fragmented,

Scattered and thrown to the wind and like pollen,

Being used to cultivate the minds of everyone in need,

of motivation to flower, and one day succeed.

Tears of pain and joy nourished my desire to be happy,

Saturating the soil in which I planted my love,

Turning myself into a gardener and weeding out weeds,

that choked the seeds of progress.

Poetry is ....

...A bridge into someone's soul. 

I just had the best time writing a poem with my friend Serena. We each took turns writing one line over yahoo messenger, I wrote the first line and she wrote the second, and we just continued like that.  I feel the poem is great even though we are not finished, but she said she needed to go to sleep. Well, here is the part we did tonight. I hope you enjoy reading our love child as much as we loved making it.

I saw greatness in her, I saw my inner being embodied in a soul as deep as mine

Listening to such a beautiful voice as our thoughts intertwined

Waves of familiarity crashed upon me and washed away all doubts, leaving behind feelings of passion that were sublime, 

Walking along an unfamiliar path with only smiles and laughs, wondering if it was ok to call him mine

Rejoicing in the fact that she was near and I could hold her, cherishing her sweet aroma as I inhaled all of her time after time

Sharing a kiss so deep it wasn't long after that I realized the ecstasy that began to empower my heart at the drop of a dime, 

Uniting our heart so that we never missed a beat of each other's life, reaching a blurring of thoughts and colors that lines couldn't confine,

Realizing that it was the passion our hearts longed for and could no longer divide with those who we could no longer confide...in. 

Entrusting my dreams in the hope, of us, realizing that I've found someone who can read between the lines of my heart and see not only where I finish but where I start, 

Hoping that this erupting passion that has opened to our horizon finally brings from within a new life that shall never end, 

Fusing my love for creativity with her love for life until we give birth to a union that is devoid of pain and strife, cherishing the thoughts of where our passion will send us, 

Through the thick heaven clouds a love so strong would certainly unfold, 

Antonym of yin and yang, but still complimentary to the point that when I breath she breaths, and in our breast we hold a greatness that to others we refuse to divulge. 

Summer Night's Dance

Creation, 
Union of thoughts and action
Rapid heartbeat
Reanimation, 
Chances to touch beauty
Jumping,
All for me
None for him. 
Devouring,
Kissing all you have, 
Rekindling your spark
So deep 
I can feel your heart, 
Simply overpowering
Unison,
of the physical
and mental, 
together grasping at 
more than carnal
creation,
spiritually essential.

As I said in my previous post its caking season. I think this poem embodies that sentiment exactly. Caking is more than physical it's a mental experience too. Experiences that transcend the normal manifestation that attractions may present. I love to be sensual, caressing and holding a woman is one of the best experiences ever. At the moment I'm lacking a caking buddy, but hunting season isn't over, like Eric said we have time. Maybe someone will come around worth our attention. :-)

Couple's Couplets

Basking in eternal sunshine my eyes clear, 

Waves of the sea, cleanses me of fear

Seeds of the past flourish in my heart,

Souls connect and can no longer be apart

Paths diverge into the void of heartbreak,

Pain that is real and cannot be faked

Eyes are stricken blind with images of you, 

Praying for the day, that we are made anew

Skin on skin radiates euphoria and bliss,

An infinite pleasure, from a subtle kiss

Reincarnation of forgotten beauty, 

Hidden in the folds of life’s cruelty

Cherished cherry blossoms flourish

Love does too, it just has to be nourished.

I tend to write a lot of poems free verse, just writing and implementing line breaks where I see fit, but with this piece I felt the need for structure and thought that couplets would be fun to play with since I rarely use them. Today I'm in a romantic mood. I watched Wall-E and it was great. Well, I think its wonderful that two semi-mute robots can fall in love. Crazy that the robots can somehow break all the barriers that plague their existence and make it work. I mean Eve was an uptown girl from a nice neighborhood, space, and Wall-E was from the bad part of town. He had no proper upbringing, was basically built for a low end job with no chance for advancement. He was the epitome of someone experiencing the glass ceiling affect. Still he worked hard, followed her home, and it was by being himself that he eventually won her over. She had to realize that he truly cared and see what was right before her eyes. 

I wish a lot girls could see what is right in front of them. Today me and my boy was talking about girls in general and how as of right now it seems that the women we know want to do them, and in the process leave behind the men who have their back 100% percent. Now I can't fault that, but I believe that some women feel that a good man will be there when they're ready to come back. Hell No! I'll be damned if I sit around and wait for a woman to come back while she's out doing her to the fullest. I'm a caring, loving, nice individual, but I'm not so love struck that I'm foolish. Waiting for someone who doesn't want you now, but will when they're ready is foolish. A woman will not set me down and pick me up like a child's plaything. I'm to good for that, and am one of the few men I know who don't play games with people's emotions. When I care and love you thats it. No questions to be asked. 

Now I will not be stereotypical and say all women are like that, but some right now that me and my boy know are, and its irritating. Even my ex is like that. Ahhh she thought it was sweet. She hit me the other day on some I love you and miss you type stuff. Saying she miss the friendship, but nope I don't want to be her friend. I can't just be her friend, I would do to much for her, I've done to much for her and I would want more from her than friendship. So for the moment I'm alright with the random spurts of text message conversation. I'm alright with not seeing her, even though she is 10 minutes within driving range. I'll live, because when I was trying to be with her I was slowly dying waiting for her to come around. So I'm done waiting, and she's got me to the point where I'm done trying. 

The sad part is its officially cold and thus caking season has begun. Whelp, I'll be alright. Hope you enjoy the poem. 

Tokyo, Paris Remix Squared

Passport, Check

Pass me the passport so I can inject my life with life support
Resuscitate and invigorate my sense of adventure, 
As I venture into unknown terrains, 

a cornucopia of euphoria
Inhaling the tantalizing aroma of versatility, 

Devoid of familiarity, 

I succumb to the void, 
Flailing, 
Helpless to avoid 
the gaping expanse

Tickets, Check

Destination is wonderland and I see the Cheshire Cat, 
Smiling, 
Luring my down the rabbit whole so I can’t turn back
Tea and crumpets with the mad hatter, 
Two options,
Stationary or evolutionary, and I choose the latter

Luggage, Check, 

Crossing into new planes, and when I return I plan to lose my baggage, 
Returning brand new and completely changed, I hope I can manage, 
The kaleidoscope spins and like it, I transform from beginning to end
Well versed in the languages of the world, not verbal reveling in the linguistic, 
Yet,
Mentally futuristic. 

Think.Act.Be

I wrote this post after reading one of my bro Eric's post. It was a refreshing post that you can find here. Eric was the one telling me everyday that I needed to set up a blog, and curse him, now I'm addicted. Well here is the poem that Eric inspired. Hope you enjoy the ride.

I think therefore I am,

Mirrors can only reflect my outward appearance,

But my internal reflection marks my physical disappearance,

And the reappearance of my ethereal existence

Covered in the sweat that comes from persistence

I hunger for my thoughts to define my subsistence.

 

Playing hide and seek with myself,

No teams or partners to help,

Running around in circles,

Chasing my mental health.

 

Actions speak louder than words,

Yet, I want to scream loud so my words are heard

Actions are often fake and hollow

imitations of the truth that only the naïve will swallow

Rather my words speak for themselves,

Tests of authenticity they never fail,

against society’s rules I’ll prevail.

 

I think outside the box,

Reality is a triviality that I refuse to see,

My mind is a truth that the world can’t believe,

An ideal that you are unable to perceive,

A signal your antennae can’t receive.

Yet, society will try only to be deceived.

 

I think with my heart,

 

My third eye is uncanny,

Way of above the norm of the many,

Poets, rappers, writers galore,

Whose work is logical, rational, mainly a bore.

No use of simile or metaphor I find that I need more.

 

More of the mental ambrosia that makes me feel divine,

More of the creative euphoria that makes me feel design,

A work of poetry where words play and creative juices spray.

 

Act out your wildest dreams,

Gone are the days where the world was silent and pristine

Now is the era where silence is no longer serene,

The world is ready for me to use my words as a source to lean,

Going on and on like a Badu song.

 

To be or not to be that is the question

I choose to be and learn life’s lessons,

Shakespeare pointed me in the right direction

Action was the key to Romeo’s resurrection

he died but he succeeded in Juliet’s deflection

So I’ll be active and hope for Hamlets motivation.

 

Be all you can be, smile and model for history,

Not a repeat of past endeavors

But a conundrum a mystery,

Embodiment of a dynasty,

One voice, one body, one mind

Standing the test of time.

Train Ride

July 10, 2008, 10:08pm

Thats the date I wrote the piece that inspired my blog's URL. I am a poet first and foremost. A writer who uses words to dictate my reality. I was looking at the description in my header and realized I'm not sharing to much of my poetry. I had another poem in mind to share, and even thought of a whole post just for it, but I decided maybe tomorrow would be better. So here's my poem entitled train ride.

All aboard for the midnight train
Destination, nowhere,
Wheels squeal as the train speeds on,
Towards the end of the line.

The track falls into an abyss
And my thoughts tumble after
Flailing helpless against the onslaught of the night,
Mares infused with the need to be released and roam free.

Two minus one equals me,
Yet divided I’m still whole,
What once was one can never be undone
Seeds bloom in the night or with the sun.

I hope you enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it.

I Use 2 Love H.E.R

Am I biased?

Being from Chicago has made me appreciate true hip-hop. True artists who strive for greatness and even though most do not achieve commercial success, they do receive a huge amount of respect. Common is one of my favorite artists. His word play transcends the scope of the average thinker. He sparks a urge to go out and react to the world and not just let the world react to you. 

The song that inspired me the most was I Use to Love H.E.R. This song has always been a link to me and hip-hop. Scratch that. This outstanding song has related to my life in so many ways: relationships, jobs, and my struggle to understand myself. 

Recently I have written a poem with this same title, and am now willing to share it with the world. So without any more procrastination here it is: 

I use 2 love H.E.R.

 

I use to love her

the way she made me feel was completely effervescent,
refreshing,
takin’ me back to days of puppy love that 
supposedly,
faded with my years of adolescence 
reborn was I in her, a union like pen and paper, 
music and keys, lets just call it a love that started at my heart 
but weakened my knees. 

I use to love her,

Her smile brought out the best in me, 
Her tears made my world cease to be
Melody of her voice made me wish time would slow down
wish I could rewind, 
To the moment that her words became mine 
I can still hear the sound,
Of our hearts becomin intertwined.
Not one being but the result of using no 
Contraception on the mind, 
Manifestation of words, tone and emotion
DNA and formula to a creative explosion
Not detrimental but pure elemental 
Not on the table rather something out of a fable
Relying on imagination to spur this sensation

I use to love her, 

Walk into my world from beyond the haze
Her touch made my vision clear and I found 
Myself focused out of a daze
Of loneliness,
walk-in hand in hand 
With the embodiment of my better days.
Sliding down memory lane lets me recall 
Where I came from and where she brought me
Far from the noise of the city, 
But into her abode,
A place of sensuous love I felt myself not being held,
but lovin havin someone to hold. 

I use to love her, 

Stimulation of my senses
I found all barriers being wiped away
No place for walls and fences,
I let her in and felt that this was the end, 
Of my days of starvation, 
I was being fed more than I could handle
Yet I clamored for more
I was addicted to her touch and I found she had me
Craving, 
The elation that our relation was raisin’
I was reachin my peak, coming to an eruption
Of pure adoration.

I use to love her, 

I use to love her and I still do, 
Married for life she is my wife, 
Union of yin and yang
We continue to do our thing, 
She is my muse, the fuse that empowers
My craft, I call her “ a force of creativity” 
The epitome of a unity of two forces
Unrestricted and in motion 
Love that continues flowin.