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

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

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

The Impact

I know I may be slightly late with this one but either way, Barack has inspired the entire minority world

During a starry night, cries can be heard
Screaming of injustice, of absence, and of neglect
The world has ignored these noises
They have even turned the volume up on thier telvisions
They hear those screams and they try to out shout it
Blaming their troubles on the ones in pain
Ignoring the fact that they have caused it all
The plans they set forth has placed misery in the hearts of many,while putting power in the hands of few

But all of a sudden, we see a glimpse of hope
A shooting star seems to be heading right for our homes
It burned brighter than anything ever seenIts light brings a sense of comfort, hope, and brings a break in the dispair
No longer will we have a success ceiling
Its light now shows the injustice that has been displayed
Shines on the hidden threats upon the lives of the "low class"
Now their oppression can be seen coast to coast
With their boots off our necks, we begin to make our way up
Our heads began to tilt, and watch that star come closer and closer to landing
Our hearts shed the weights of stress
Our children think higher of themselves and envision a new level of success
Some expected, this star to crash and burn
But to their surprise it landed with class, and its light still shines
We have heard stories of this star before, and now our dreams have come true

Wishing Of Love Lost

This one is about how you kinda fall for someone, and something happens and you just want to lose all feelings for this person. You just wish you didn't like/love them anymore. Here we go.....


Man, my memories of the love we shared leaves me floating in mid-air
The times we had lunch out on the field, as the wind blowed through you short hair
The looks we exchange as if we were trading baseball cards
No longer loving glances, my hearts falls and breaks into shards
of glass they cut my feet, to the white meat,
leaving me lying hurt, alone in the street

The smell of you in my favorite sweater
I hate it now, how I wish I never met her
Can't stand to see her beautiful face, so I'm writting this letter
I thought I was uncomparable, but she's found somebody better
As I'm writting tears fall, I ponder thoughts of one last call,
but I'm tired of being the only one giving the other my all

Its signed and its sealed all thats left is for it to be sent
I get in my car, and postal is where I went
Crazily I drive, windows down in this freezing weather
My thoughts run wild, as I envision your burden of all of this as light as a feather
All I want to do is loose this love,
last thoughts of us fitting like a glove
But I can't take it anymore, over this pain I am above

Where Are All The Good Men

What is the deal! I return to remind all the ladies where to look for the best men, (hint* ATL). Sike, but this is a reminder to all females....

Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!Wanted!
A few good men!
A man that opens doors, and pulls out the chair at dinner
A man that can hold his own, and enough strength to carry his girl.

A REAL gentleman in the steets
Puts love first, and homies second

They have searched everywhere
In bars, in clubsIn libraries, in grocery stores
In malls, and stores
Everywhere you could think ofexecpt for under our noses

The gentlemen, they get looked over and skipped
The nice guys, get stepped on and ignored
Many days they cry on these men's shoulders
About the men they passed over them for
These men hold the door open
And you thank them by goin for the same men that step on you

So is this still urgent?
Are they still hidden?
You complain about the dogs
And you skip over the men
You like being ignored, you like being hurt
This is the image you portray
This is what you ask for

This is the ode the gentlemen
An ode to the nice guys
You wonder where are the good men
check your friends

A Neglected Presence

This goes out to all my hood people out there.

In zones, in wards, in burrows we live, and strive to survive
you call them hoods but we call them homes
you fear to drive through them, while we wish to live through them
you glance at them and grimace with disgust, we stare at them and smile with hope
stars glamourize the dispair they faced while sitting in our shoes, our residents just live in it, making the best of our dealt hand

A house with 3 rooms is packed to capacity
a full size refridgerator is fully empty, it matches our stomachs
we heat the house with an applaince that cooks our imaginary food
head to toe we sleep, hand to mouth we live

We only dream of escaping this destiny of just enough
so we resort to means that would disgust most but encourage others
selling the ame thing that caused mom to leaves on the doorstep of grandma's house
slinging to the same group that broke in the house last week
defending to the death the same thing that is killing our brothers and sisters
we only see ourselves in the results and we ignore the ones we step on in our attempt to escape

We decline the help of those who hurt us
our family has been wronged and all we see is the equal reprecussion
again and again we step into somebody's trap
the only escape is looked over and treated as plan
We witness our brothers taken from us but nobody ever sees anything
we are taught to stay blind
a blind eye to what can hurt us and an open eye to our own oppurtunities
what are our other options, watch with open eyes
and share the same fate, someody must stand up



In theses zones, wards, and burrows we are bornand in these same zones, wards, and burrows they want us to die

Deeper

Just to start thing us I'm gonna hit ya with Deeper (which can be found on my facebook)

The sun rises to those whose backs bear wounds
from friends that come with missions that are shaded
that will soon lead to you being degraded, and embarassed
I rise and begin my day the same way each daypondering if my pet can solve my problems
Everyday I feel pain that medicine can't numb
A stinging that cannot be ignored

I lie in bed resting my mind and resting my body
But mostly trying to forget my troubles
No wife, no kids, even my pet wants to do me wrong
Hours of lying in self pity, I begin to drown
Swallowing the years of depression that continues to pour into my mind
I reach out wildly for the good memories
The days that my son would look into my eyes and tell me of his love for me
The times my wife laid in my arms until she fell asleep, and awakening in the same postion

But constantly they are outwayed by the times I showed my love with kisses
Kisses that left bruises on each cheek, and both arms
By the times that I visited my son lying in a bed
Motionless
Dead to the world, and me myself in a cage like the animal that I proved myself to be
These times flood my mind
I toss and turn as the sun goes down

Still I lie in the same position
But by now the bed is in a different condition
Surrounded by the sharpest of swords
Letters of mail that describes the feelings this land has for me
In each one they broadcast one common goalthis goal only me and my pet can solve

Finally I arise
Gently I pick up my petIn my hand my bird sits and perches itself
I give the world what they wantI hold my deserted eagle as it screeches in my ear
And with this I fly down my building to show the world exactly what they were asking for

The Opening Act

Dear Reader,

Good day and greetings. Let me just introduce myself, my name is Douglas Fuller aka Doug E. Fresh. I am a college student at ORU and I am a poet, retired football player (considering the fact that my school has no football team), semi-semi-pro basketball player, but an athlete none-the-less. I am in the pathway to become a fashion designer of my own clothing line which WILL come out this year.

But this blog is about me and my insight and anything that comes cross my mind in my poetry. I will try to post poetry everyday. You can find most of these poems on my facebook, so check those out too.

THIS IS IT, THE FRESH REVIVAL!!!

Sincerely,

Doug Fresh