Sunday, March 29, 2009

Paralyzed

I got another poem. Just about missing the touch and the presence of another person...

One night of bliss and a sense of selflessness
One gift given and returned is a smile that lights up faces and brightens days
Too many times have this trip been taken, but this is the first that will lead to a never-ending
Slight misses and obvious errors are disregarded because of the present company
These times have been dreamt but now they become reality
The ordinary ensues, and of course we know how it will result
And again steps are skipped but a hold is put up and this shall be continued later
Sitting in peace and awaiting the one moment
Mysterious channels are discovered and images become dreams in a conscious form
Once again the old starts up and this time it’s taken to its fullness
One drops and bows in a sign of adoration and appreciation
Love is spoken in tongues never heard of, but every word is understood and is appreciated deeply
Time and care is spent and in every motion
With no thought of reparations or the cause and effect
But all thoughts on satisfaction from this selfless action
Time passes and everything bounces back
Once again a gift is given, while again it is given without thought
The night continues as touches become better, softer, and more meaningful
Skin on skin becomes like hot oil to a sore back
Or as food to an empty stomach
As I sit and reflect on days past, and feelings felt
I become sick, and lifeless
My life is void of all substance in the lack of your touch
My life continues but I feel nothing
My life stagnant without your presence
Others cannot fill how you feel
I’ve been touched by some, but the feeling is numb
In your absence I remain paralyzed
Stuck in nothing, with you as my everything
Each breath is passed so I can find the one that leads to you
I ride along now with my hand out
Feeling for you

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I Knew Her Well

This one is about meeting someone and fallin' for them, and then finding out one of your friends is trying to talk to them

Have I met your girl?
Who is she man?
Oh word, I saw a girl like that.
Yeah man! We me last week
That nightclub down the street, I got to know her personally
We shared a dance and we exchange a loving glance
Our minds melded, and we shared breakfast the next morning
I took her home, but plans have been laid for days to come
Yeah, we been hangin' out all the time
I took her to the mall, she made purchases for me with a card with your name
so, I guess I should thank you for the Timbs

Have I heard from your girl?
Yeah! We txtin' right now.
I'm sendin' her messages with hidden messages.
She replyin' with the same, complimented with smiley faces winkin' and cheesin'
Tellin' me what she wearin' and what she wanna do.
Got me wonderin' where her mind at,
Cause she tellin' me where her hand is.

Do I know where your girl is?
Yeah, man. We spent the day together again.
Walked in the park holdin' hands and sittin' relaxin'
Lettin' our minds connect on a level that would rock an entire block.
She tellin' me your short comings, which I match with my strenghts.
So I just took her home, and told her to relax.
I took her mind off the nonesense and replaced it with common sense.
Don't stress over stupid when you a genius.
I took her back to the pad cause she missed her gym day
So we worked up a sweat together.

What's she up to?
Well she's my girl now.
Standin' by my side, warmin' up the passenger seat in my ride
Enjoyin' the mental stimilation, and lovin' the physicall bliss
While I enjoy the provoking thoughts, and the sensual talk
Can't talk now, we bout to go for a walk

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Music to My Ears

This is an ode to one of my loves...

After long hard days, medium boring classes, and short tempered friends
I come home to you and all you do is comfort me

My butts on the couch, arms behind my head, and my feet on the table
You sing sweetly in my ears, messaging my brain

I've walked through tired classes, restless drama, and comatose teachers
But you energize me with your radical rants and raves

Surviving the shouts of the ignorant, the whispers of the wise, and the silence of those who wish to know
Your screams ease me into the politics of life

I've lost my will to be patient, my lack of forgiveness, and the respect of my peers
And yet you bring to my realization how my life can be improved

In all aspects, in every situation, and each oppurtunity
With you in my ear, I conquer every situation

If I Could Hover Above

This is just about being able to attend your own funeral...

If I could hover aboveas they prepare my body
washing my skin, cleaning out every crevice
and as they dress me in the last suit that I will ever wear

If I could hover above
the moment I am rolled into the sanctuary,
watch as they place flowers around me and my box
and turn as they place the microphone on the stage and do the sound checks

If I could hover above
them as they prepare the hearse
vaccuuming the seats, and filling up the pockets with mints
shining it up, and placing the "funeral" flags on the front

If I could hover above
as teary eyes drag in
momma barely walking on her own as it begins to really kick in
daddy unable to hold his composure as he weeps

If I could hover above
while the seats fill up
and when they are filled its standing room only
and watch as tears stream down every face

If I could hover above
memories I have created are relived
smiles come, but they only come for moments
as the eulogy is given, it becomes more and more evident that I'm gone

If I could hover above
and witness them getting their last eyeful of me
"it doesn't look like him"
I would hear silent shrieks and cries pour out of hearts and souls as the door is closed

If I could hover above
as I'm carried away by my uncles, brothers, and my fathers
as I take my last car ride
I become the pace car in a race that starts at my ending

If I could hover above
as ashes and dust are poured over my last home
the flowers float ever so softly down to me
they land, and give me their last goodbyes

But I can't hover above
I'm just a statistic of a drive-by
a young man at the right place at the wrong time
in my obedience, I am harmed

I can't hover above
So I lay instead