How much longer,
Until worries are a thing of the past?
How much longer,
Must I yearn for your presence?
It always used to seem so simple.
Make a plan.
Carry it out.
So many obstacles.
So much time.
Was it always this complicated?
Feelings are mutual.
Love in the air.
So how much longer,
Until I know whether or not,
I can be yours,
And you can be mine.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Sweet Venus
You and I are both well aware,
I don't believe in coincidences.
Whether it's fate or the planets' alignment,
That's brought you into my world
Is well beyond my imagination.
You are an opportunity,
A chance,
A blessing
To become wholly me.
Me and you are both conscious
That this love we share is essential.
Whether it be a phone call or a message
That subsides my worries that you'll be gone eventually
I leave my heart for the taking.
You are balance,
A splash of intellect
A pinch of corniness
That makes me feel your love while still miles and miles apart.
I don't believe in coincidences.
Whether it's fate or the planets' alignment,
That's brought you into my world
Is well beyond my imagination.
You are an opportunity,
A chance,
A blessing
To become wholly me.
Me and you are both conscious
That this love we share is essential.
Whether it be a phone call or a message
That subsides my worries that you'll be gone eventually
I leave my heart for the taking.
You are balance,
A splash of intellect
A pinch of corniness
That makes me feel your love while still miles and miles apart.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Flex On.
People die every day
That's what they say
That's what I say
The average Black man is lucky
Just to see past the age of 25
But why?
Why is it that my homies have to die?
I ask my father,
What happened to all your friends.
Either dead or in jail is his reply.
But why?
Is it because we're Black?
Should my roots and skin
Make me ten times as aware
Or ten times as oblivious
Just to escape reality
Just to live in my world
With my own rules, my own morals.
How many names will I have to give my sons,
Just so the memory of my friends will live on.
_______________________________________
Rest in Paradise
Damani Wiggins [10/18/2011]
David White [09/12/2012]
Jahshim Turnbull [03/10/2016]
That's what they say
That's what I say
The average Black man is lucky
Just to see past the age of 25
But why?
Why is it that my homies have to die?
I ask my father,
What happened to all your friends.
Either dead or in jail is his reply.
But why?
Is it because we're Black?
Should my roots and skin
Make me ten times as aware
Or ten times as oblivious
Just to escape reality
Just to live in my world
With my own rules, my own morals.
How many names will I have to give my sons,
Just so the memory of my friends will live on.
_______________________________________
Rest in Paradise
Damani Wiggins [10/18/2011]
David White [09/12/2012]
Jahshim Turnbull [03/10/2016]
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Concern
I could sit here.
Try to figure out what's going on.
How you are.
Where you been.
But do I really care?
Does it really make a difference?
Last I checked,
You're content.
Last I checked,
You didn't meet the requirements.
So does it really matter?
Am I really that concerned?
I could call you up,
Try to figure out what's going,
Why you lie,
What you're thinking.
But that's her concern.
Because it really doesn't matter,
And I'm not that interested.
Try to figure out what's going on.
How you are.
Where you been.
But do I really care?
Does it really make a difference?
Last I checked,
You're content.
Last I checked,
You didn't meet the requirements.
So does it really matter?
Am I really that concerned?
I could call you up,
Try to figure out what's going,
Why you lie,
What you're thinking.
But that's her concern.
Because it really doesn't matter,
And I'm not that interested.
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