Wednesday, September 4, 2013
The Truth Of My Empty Glass
Ingredients to take me on a high,
Drowning the pain after I'd fail to try,
To release my thoughts from within,
Trying to follow my heart but I keep sipping on Gin,
I feel the addiction and affliction,
Close to overdosing with no prescription,
My mind looks for ease but I'm just running from time,
Well reality, since I'm paying for the crime,
Made a drink with no lime, Vodka has led me to deception,
Of the truth of being guilty for conception,
With the women in my life, I can't see who is better than the rest,
Life's business lesson on how to invest,
Tequila tasting just to test, she's cooking to get to my heart,
While another was there with Rum at the start,
So this one does what she needs to make her mark,
If only I could see what this other does in the dark,
Then there's the one with that deep, deep, deep scar,
Oh how I wish I could find out who you are,
Since she hides who she is or who she wants to be,
The memories keep her caged but her stories sets her free,
A love like war, I want to suit up for the battle,
Take a walk through the landmines that make her world rattle,
But I'm distracted by this angelic soul,
The one I don't think I deserve but will make me feel whole,
Or so I believe, wants to make my heart fill relieved,
Yet my pride won't let me journey on to be deceived,
Takes sips of the Whiskey,
I'm not sure if its a front when one says that they miss me,
So I give thanks of the admiration, as if it were a dissertation,
Although I lack physical emotion so its seen as if I lack appreciation,
Oh how I've learned from the past,
With the temptations, friendships and things that won't last,
Hopefully the next time opportunity decides to walk pass,
There's some understanding to the truth of my empty glass,
Friday, October 19, 2012
Tomorrow Without Her
Why does she stay? I often wonder,
What made her fall for me? I begin to ponder,
Purifying her essence to follow my direction,
While fantasizing off of a mental erection,
She's just having fun I guess,
Allowing her feelings to flow freely, relieving her stress,
Especially if she lays on my chest,
I'm assuming the sound of my heart beat must speak her name,
And the warmth of my body must fill her frame,
So she becomes lost in the moment,
Searching for ways that she can own it,
So momentarily my thoughts of freedom she condones it,
Just wanting my company she makes her displays,
Until I began caressing her mind with my words slightly changing her ways,
Not caught up on my waves when they choose to appear,
Or even my small sense of style when I'm choosing my gear,
So she's liking me for me, for some reason I doubt her,
Hopefully that can change before I'm living in a tomorrow without her!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Crimes of Passion
Ms. Lady, let me murder your insecurities,
Insure there is nothing more for me,
Make love to you in front of the world,
And endure the hazing of what's in store for me,
May I caress your body and enjoy your high,
Steal your heart, uplift your lows until they all fly,
Rob you for your misfortunes, polish the shine on your pearls,
Demolish your sad memories, become an arsonist to the things that make you cry,
Roll up your unhappiness and smoke it,
Find the climax of your smile and provoke it,
Hijack your emotions and make your smile be the cost of the ransom,
Hopefully I can give you happiness and never revoke it,
Let me go insane from thinking of you lately,
Since you torture my thoughts, but you're the only one to save me,
Won't you toss your love bombs in my direction, become my terrorist,
Make sure of our love and do away with the maybe,
Can I break into your heart shape vault and steal the love you would ration?
Then change my single style like you're the police of fashion,
Ms. Lady, all I'm asking is that you take an interest,
In me and my crimes of passion...
Insure there is nothing more for me,
Make love to you in front of the world,
And endure the hazing of what's in store for me,
May I caress your body and enjoy your high,
Steal your heart, uplift your lows until they all fly,
Rob you for your misfortunes, polish the shine on your pearls,
Demolish your sad memories, become an arsonist to the things that make you cry,
Roll up your unhappiness and smoke it,
Find the climax of your smile and provoke it,
Hijack your emotions and make your smile be the cost of the ransom,
Hopefully I can give you happiness and never revoke it,
Let me go insane from thinking of you lately,
Since you torture my thoughts, but you're the only one to save me,
Won't you toss your love bombs in my direction, become my terrorist,
Make sure of our love and do away with the maybe,
Can I break into your heart shape vault and steal the love you would ration?
Then change my single style like you're the police of fashion,
Ms. Lady, all I'm asking is that you take an interest,
In me and my crimes of passion...
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
The Lips of A Moment In the Past
I kissed the lips of a moment in the past,
Reminiscing stories created a memory made to last,
The weather was 30 degrees while it felt like it autumn’s eve,
Her beauty glowed, but I had to leave,
I left her smiling andI knew how she felt,
She was overwhelmed with happiness that allowed her heart to melt,
A fairy tale ending became reality for two broken souls,
Dreams became visions and no longer goals,
I kissed the lips of a moment in the past,
Changing an old endeavor to a moment made to last...
When I See You
When I see you, I see a delicate flower,
Blossomed in May, nurtured from April showers,
I see beauty in a pure form,
A ray of sunshine, the calm to any storm,
Something that would be a figment of my imagination or hard to explain,
In which would engulf my attention and make me want to obtain,
Whatever makes you smile, whatever stays on your mind,
Whatever makes you want to open your heart and create a new bind,
If your love is lost I would sign up to search for,
What’s missing, restore it and search to give you more,
Of what you deserve,
I ask your interest so I can work to invest,
Time and patience, so you won’t receive less,
Than what can be offered at any given moment,
So when I see you smile I remember your happiness that I seek for so that you can forever own it!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Something To Think About
They say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure,
So I guess one man’s ex is another man’s forever,
One can have many to choose from while another can’t measure,
So I guess that’s why good or bad deeds can be one man’s pleasure,
See I’m blessed but I’m blinded by stress,
Trying to create a physical happiness,
But mentally corrupted so it happens less,
Then I’m reminded that life is just a test,and I can’t be like the rest,
It isn’t possible for a man to achieve his goals living like another,
Like its impossible for a man to respect his lady if he doesn’t respect his mother,
Or at least love her,
Show less resistance and show more feelings,
But pride stands in the way, making any vision of a future less appealing,
At times I feel like an angel with broken wings,
Searching for the good in all things,
Experimenting on my own for personal relief,
Just to find out that I can’t do it on my own with a personal belief,
I just hope I don’t Lynch myself on the dope of a theory trying to cope,
From being hurt when I should use my anger for good combined with hope,
Then turn around and say it didn’t mean anything when the moment comes to an end,
But the world can see my failed attempts of trying to pretend,
And they can have it since I have one love,
That gets me by every time I look above,
So now I’m just playing my role no more being easily exposed,
So unless you read my book of rhymes my heart seems closed!
So I guess one man’s ex is another man’s forever,
One can have many to choose from while another can’t measure,
So I guess that’s why good or bad deeds can be one man’s pleasure,
See I’m blessed but I’m blinded by stress,
Trying to create a physical happiness,
But mentally corrupted so it happens less,
Then I’m reminded that life is just a test,and I can’t be like the rest,
It isn’t possible for a man to achieve his goals living like another,
Like its impossible for a man to respect his lady if he doesn’t respect his mother,
Or at least love her,
Show less resistance and show more feelings,
But pride stands in the way, making any vision of a future less appealing,
At times I feel like an angel with broken wings,
Searching for the good in all things,
Experimenting on my own for personal relief,
Just to find out that I can’t do it on my own with a personal belief,
I just hope I don’t Lynch myself on the dope of a theory trying to cope,
From being hurt when I should use my anger for good combined with hope,
Then turn around and say it didn’t mean anything when the moment comes to an end,
But the world can see my failed attempts of trying to pretend,
And they can have it since I have one love,
That gets me by every time I look above,
So now I’m just playing my role no more being easily exposed,
So unless you read my book of rhymes my heart seems closed!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Trying To Put Freedom In Sight
I'm a man trapped in a body blinded by color,
Living after a dream to bind together one another,
That dream wasn't mine but before my time,
To bad people still wait for someone else to resolve the crime,
Of ignorance, or lack of delivery,
Separated by our differences, attitudes and imagery,
Forgetting that many generations have died for the education,
While my generation worries if their name is used for a lyrical ejaculation,
Verbal masturbation, I've developed a dying patience,
I sit with a crying patient,whose heart is looking for maintenance,
While my mind tends to search for a way to shine,
Or just a way out of this psychological bind,
And before the end of time I look for the color of right,
Whether its black or white, I just need a visual in my sight,
Can someone explain how a race can ask for aid,
Someone made it plural and said their debts were paid?
So they got aids from asking for aid,
All the money endorsed for finding a cure is really the money to keep the wealthy paid,
As apposed to helping people before they're all dead,
We separate and forget we all must have blood shed,
To build a nation whether it's rich or poor,
From one bedroom apartments to having the world at your front door,
I'm sure by now there's a way to feed the world twice,
Without paying the ultimate price, so to my future I will sacrifice,
My mind to be educated, my body to be given strength,
Hopefully it can withstand the changes in width and length,
Then I get a little OCD because I'm never thinking deep enough,
Show my people hard love and I hope that I can reach the rough,
Teach the tough and hope that we can get it right,
But the only way to put freedom in sight, my generation will have to see the light!
Living after a dream to bind together one another,
That dream wasn't mine but before my time,
To bad people still wait for someone else to resolve the crime,
Of ignorance, or lack of delivery,
Separated by our differences, attitudes and imagery,
Forgetting that many generations have died for the education,
While my generation worries if their name is used for a lyrical ejaculation,
Verbal masturbation, I've developed a dying patience,
I sit with a crying patient,whose heart is looking for maintenance,
While my mind tends to search for a way to shine,
Or just a way out of this psychological bind,
And before the end of time I look for the color of right,
Whether its black or white, I just need a visual in my sight,
Can someone explain how a race can ask for aid,
Someone made it plural and said their debts were paid?
So they got aids from asking for aid,
All the money endorsed for finding a cure is really the money to keep the wealthy paid,
As apposed to helping people before they're all dead,
We separate and forget we all must have blood shed,
To build a nation whether it's rich or poor,
From one bedroom apartments to having the world at your front door,
I'm sure by now there's a way to feed the world twice,
Without paying the ultimate price, so to my future I will sacrifice,
My mind to be educated, my body to be given strength,
Hopefully it can withstand the changes in width and length,
Then I get a little OCD because I'm never thinking deep enough,
Show my people hard love and I hope that I can reach the rough,
Teach the tough and hope that we can get it right,
But the only way to put freedom in sight, my generation will have to see the light!
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