Little Poet Tree
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Charles FD ‘Tempting Tux’
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All I’m trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.
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I’ll be standing at your door knocking
Knocking
Nothing
No King…
Queen exiled from her on lands the
other
Boleyn girl
an external resilience but an inner yolk almost already cracked
She doesn’t fully understand…
When we were me I I I was so oh you
sometimes… why?
Distance we were me moved inwards oh you sometimes… why?
Need.
Love.
Gravity.
Vowels not consonant with our values
This shit is causing cognitive dissonance somewhere I can not locate
in my anatomy
Care?
I am now afraid of the cold.
Our we and my me were the first to go and it…
…it was a distraction.
BUT…
I will continue to stand firm in my love
My fight for we
My strength for you
Even in the darkest hours of your earth I’m standing
in the silver lining
of your outer space
What you’re reading doesn’t exist.
These words, these
eloquently paired consonants and vowels are just a hologram inference of an indescribable feeling…
In.
Not around neither heaven or hades
no no no hear me here
nowhere near, much closer
In.
Love.
Immersed,
emotionally exposed
My Pandora’s box has now contains your fingerprints
And the realness of it all is…
intense!?…
To describe it take every adjective your mind can fathom and add an exclamation for the passion
Basking in the elation of what is
Those blissful “hey beautiful”s the thoughtful “you remembered”s the reassuring “you’re all I need”s
those random moments those where amongst millions only two exist
Ain’t meant to be understood it just IS, and its everything
Write this in pencil and save yourself some dramatics because in reality
Sweetheart,
that exclamation will at times be a question mark,
an uncomfortable uncertainty of the unknown.
Oh yes if its real it will get uncomfortable
There will be silk but there will also be mud
Unscrupulous only if you can’t handle it
Pressure underwhelms passion
Leave an ellipsis in love
as if its His will the story ends in death, do us part
First time for a last time?
At the end of the day that feeling is as real as you allow
Endless intangible interactions when two souls intertwine
In.
Love.
Will you be my?
I know today is the fourth and im ten days earlier but forever starts in five minutes so
Please, will you (not be) my Valentine?
Its ok its ok its OK I come in peace cupid’s piece is safely tucked away
no gimmicks.
I won’t even wear red, unless…
Please will you (not be) my Valentine?
Cause then there’s the 15th, there’s two weeks later,
there’s Fourth of July
my Christmas Eve?
Anything but my Friday the 13th…
(you see what I’m doing here???)
Please will you (not be) my Valentine?
Funny, like how Chaka sang it?
I mean…
You can be my chocolates and my teddy bear
Wont even have to spend a dime…
Im tryna go deeper than that
Takes more than 24 hours and a Hallmark…
Time, mind
So?
Please will you (not be) my Valentine?
She will
She will
She wants
She knows
She coolin
She…
She… maaaaan
She will
She will
She tries not to
She understands
She giggles
She smh
She withdraws
She likes
She will
She shouldn’t
(should she?)
She will
She will
She dont care
She dont care
-_-
(She lyin)
She *screams*
She dunno
She will
She will
She wonders
She patient
She cares
She truly cares
She SO!
She will
Nah she wont
Yea she will
She will
She will
And he knows…
This is my blog where I’ll put all of my written pieces… I’m gonna start with all of the old ones and I promise to keep the new ones coming. To keep it interesting I’m gonna also randomly post things related to the arts: new music, book recommendations, photography, etc…
Enjoy ;)
My crown never sits crooked
Penthouse mentality
I reside
Top
Come for my spot if you want to
It’s not easy up here
This air aint built for everybody
Heir
Royalty in reality… it can’t get any realer
Organic; it exudes in my consonants
My vowels, orgasmic
There’s no need for me to even go any further, I’ll leave it at this:
Watch the throne.
*BACKGROUND TO THIS PIECE: So there’s a track on Jill Scott’s new album called “Le Boom Vent Suite” This song is so hot that a few of my friends said we were gonna write our own vent suites… this is mines.*
To “him” (cause “him” doesn’t exist). To… a few. To you.
Before i implode and this Colgate fades…
this is my Le Boom Suite Vent.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“What’s? Wrong?”
*BOOM*
*Boom* = the sound of a thinker’s thoughts.
Its grows when provoked by emotion… beats.
Beat, it gets tired sometimes, but “be not weary”
*Boom boom*
Honesty.
Honestly?
I meaaaaaaan… WHAT HAPPENED??
*Boom*
You made the first move remember?
*Boom*
(Made the last one too, so it seems)
*Boom… boom… boom*
But I find myself hitting the rewind button sometimes
You remember when??
You use to do all kinds of “i like you lil bit” type things and i liked it
a lotta bit
now however a lot of it makes me wonder…
nevermind. never mines.
*Boom boom boom…*
The honeymoon phase, we were engaged…
smiley faces, late night convos with batteries on low, insiders…
Yea… you got inside.
*Boom boom boom…*
Seriously tho, what happened? What did you really want?
Really?
REALLY???
The understood was understood AND explained AND i tried to explain that i understood… I
tried to explain but your *boom… boom… boom* took precedence
and i understood that too
Gotta be secure with your insecurities…
I’m going to lie straight to your ears and say that i forgot about it and you and THAT (THAT »») and the fact that sometimes
i stare at my phone like… RING SHEESH!!!
But… hey.
*Boom boom boom… Boom boom boom… Boom boom boom…*
The sound of a thinker’s thoughts.
Perpendicular thoughts set at 90 degree right angles
what’s left?
Stand in the mirror and the “you are’s” become “I am’s”
get it?
Redundant.
Got got
Got goodCause the good gave prematurely and now the focus is as clear as a kalidascope
on acid.
As is
Blame you
Blame WHO???
Redo, retake
Why even bother
Premeditated from the very first…
Easier to blame than to shame right?
Right.
Complaints filed after hours
you mentally, physically & emotionally snoozed
only proving to fool… yea smh
Smart move
Stupid.
*Setting: the club. Me here. You over there (and I’m killin ‘em in this dress!)*
iSee you…
pupils dilated from the hazed filled room,
you’re a blur so iMove in…
… Closer.
music loud as the bass conquers over all
but iJust want to stare
iBold??
Not so much…as this little black dress hides all of my intentions
you have ALL of my attention
iWant you.
Observing your fluid moves on the dance floor
you KNOW what they say about a man that can dance
(he can fix a bomb steak… silly!)
iLove a man that iCan just inhale his presence;
who presents himself as if it were Christmas presents…
iNot wrapped to tight right now…
cause… whew Lawd he’s fine!
*fans self*
iWonder what his hello sounds like…
*Written December 1, 2010
Write it down
Ball it up
Write it down
Ball it up
Thinking of you
Write it down
Ball it up
Nah not you… you
Why even bother?
Write it down
Ball it up
Easier to go back to black… and write… right?
Write it down
Ball it up
Right.
Write it down
Ball it up
Not eeeeven that serious tho, seriously
Write it down
Ball it up
Throw it away????
My King, your Queen.
No other players matter on this board.
Skin color American copper
Mental wealth worth all of Africa’s gold
Bathe in lavender and eucalyptus… Glow
Our touch is a spiritual enlightenment
Heads held humbled to the gods and hands open to the people
My King
Power personified
Son of a slave his hands work
Calloused, a necessary accessory as he builds his legacy
Appreciated by man, a scholar- his intellect captivates all with 50 miles
He understands that he is Adam
Respect
He plants his seeds on this earth but maintains his crop
Precious jewels
Man, boy tendencies disseminate early on
Your Queen
Who cries at night for the world
Adorned by royal purples and blue
Her role is understood, she is Eve- of his rib
Core; she is a Mecca,
From her life forms
Beautiful beautiful beautiful
Her power is viperous
But her love conquers
My King, your Queen.
No other players matter on this board.
They have the love of Boaz and Ruth
Of Malcolm and Corretta
Of Barak and Michelle
Who pledged allegiance to longevity
They are covered by the blood
Passion infinite as they reign
Please don’t be offended but I changed your name to Ah Oooooooh
cause- to be honest- that was all I could say
No need to swallow an ecstasy pill
you sir are a
living
breathing
aphrodisiac
Hedone watches over us as we lay
“Put you to bed?” #dead
You were an explorer and I had the ultimate
pleasure
of being your findings…
*exhales*
You had dinner on the kitchen table and then went out to eat
on and on and on and on and on and ooh and omgrightheirhairpullmylegsmyleeeeeeeeeeeeeeegsahh…
I mean, it was Domino sugar sweet
I’m about pack a bag and will be there in an hour.
Trouble.
Dickens wrote Great Expectations
Indeed.
(Oh, and by the way… was that your… or your…??)
I woke up this morning with your hand on my thigh, eyes
wide shut, mind fading into the light, might…
just lay here until forever ends, bend…
my thick thighs intertwined with your long legs, beg…
of thee just…
relaaaaaaaax
Find me a little blue bin for my emotions
Reduce reuse recycle
take em out on a Thursday morning,
there will be more by Monday
Or what about a yard sale?
Where “everything must go”
The good, the bad, and the ugly all for purchase…
Take em away.
Let em go on a three hour tour
Gillian style
Lost at sea would be a perfect place
Cause clearly…
African Elephant
African Golden Cat
African Lion
African Painted Frog
African Penguin
African True Toad
African American Woman
Endangered species…
If she just had five more minutes in a day she could end the war
she could cure AIDS
she could impact society
and give you a kiss
all before dinnertime
Women’s history
Stress
she holds a lot in for the sake of sanity
once a slave, she is now a domestic,
her family, her finances, her job
imploding
Women’s her-story
there’s a part of her that wants to scream
the world knows it as her smile
she’s mastered the art of emotional intelligence
sweat. nah… she glows
Grows a human species inside of her womb
Beat that corporate America.
Allow her to reorganize herself
recreate herself
reintroduce herself
to become what she was meant to be.
Woman.
