Rae's Lyrical Perspective

The Birth (A Poem)

2011-06-23T17:51:00.000-07:00

Blessed with the opportunity to bear a seed
I could have re-plowed the ground and took advantage of another season
but I chose to reap this harvest instead

baby be born now
and he be good and fat and breast fed
like any other mammal clinging to his mother's breast
ears rested on my chest
my heart beats new ideas into his head

ones that'll prepare him for this brand new world
that seems like hundred of birth canals and contractions away from the amniotic sac he once called his lovely abode
that was 2 weeks ago and he ain't homesick anymore

when he gets older and his peers remark that his mother is a MILF
he won't entertain such banter
because he'll know the difference
the revolutionary blood that coats his veins got him destined for greatness
the product of mating with someone you can build with like pyramids withhold scams

I'd rather be one letter short of a MILF
Mother Lover Fighter some things that I am...and I am sure of
They can keep the "I" because I bear no ill fruit

My son be the ultimate ego boost
got me tooting my horn, ringing bells and blowing whistles
snapping my fingers because I know I'm legit

The truth is in the womb
like if each cell that composes the muscle tissue were an oracle
whispering odes of grandeur into existence through all 4 hours of labor
and then he was birthed

I Am Grade A Blackness

2011-06-02T06:51:00.000-07:00

I will not let you define me for me

big thighs, wide eyes, kinky hair, southern drawl
you love it
but because all of those have been deemed taboo
you'd rather try to hit it and quit it, rather than embrace my Queendom

You can't make me feel like TLC's Unpretty
and just because I know myself, for myself doesn't make me siditty or a BITCH

In college, I was told that I act like an AKA but I look like a Delta or a Zeta and I was like, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Then I realized that Greek organizations foster for European values
and it's quite obvious from the titles of their sects to the way they conduct business
that's Why I'm Me Phi Me, because I'm Black, and don't care to be Greek

I'm sick of sistas soul searching for their natural highs in the arms of white approval
I dated a white guy before & he loved my hair, my hips, my lips, my tongue
on the contrary his mother hated me...and to distinguish whether it was out of ignorance or envy is not my prerogative
but by being myself, for myself I was able to garner the attention of people that I never even sought the approval of

First class citizenship is not a myth or some unfathomed social ranking
it lies within the universe's energy, waiting on you to grasp it and claim it for your own
I do not aspire to be a model or an actress or a video vixen.
I'm content with being a student, nurturer, entrepreneur, philanthropist, and by all means I'm content with the color of my flesh
I am all hues of amber, marmalade, espresso, rich unsweetened coffee without the cream
I am cherry, mahogany, caramel and onyx
I Am Grade A Blackness.

Working Class

2011-04-13T08:22:00.000-07:00

I once live in a fallacy filled world of job security
but there is no security when you’re Black
and national security is said to have been at stake because of it for the past 5 decades
thus we began to embrace our own and became Black Nationalists

I’ve stopped crying over spilled milk
but have remained Unapologetically Black
by first finding first class citizenship in myself
I learned not to seek the approval of others

for they will only pay me their gratitudes in chitterlings and fried bologna sandwiches
because to them I’ll always be “mammie” or “Florence” or Kathryn Stocket’s main character in “The Help”
see I’m tired of the lack of reciprocation…
me helping you, and you helping yourselves.

Human Resources is a joke because they don’t protect us from the backlash and mistreatment of
rainbow collared jobs in these great states of America
and Great? How would one define that?
If the Grand Ol’ Party is to personify greatness then I’d rather be, less than…
I’ll forever be that anyway in their eyes.
their agenda doesn’t support the enterprise of my people, Black folks, and women
nor the teachers, immigrants or homosexuals

but if you’re a fetus, especially an Aryan one, they’ll fight to the death
but if you’re a nigger baby, you’re truly worthy of abortion
because then you won’t have to wade through the platitudes of working
and living and learning, and so on in an unjustly fashion, just as I have

2011-03-27T21:06:00.000-07:00

I know racism for myself
It don’t hide in the bushes or slither across the ground
It’s loud and belligerent and haughty

I know racism for myself
I didn’t have to read about it in a book
visit Civil Rights museums
or Google it,
But I did all of those things anyway

I know racism for myself
It’s not blunt
but rather piercing
and with lots of malice

racism throws change on the counter when you've held your hand out to receive its tender
it refuses to say "Hello" when you speak to it
and it also missed work and school the following day after Barack Obama was elected as the president of the United States of America

I know racism for myself
I loved its offspring
worked for it
supported it unknowingly
but when it made me see red
I then knew all too better

Mr. Boss Man

2011-03-27T21:02:00.001-07:00

Why does my boss act as if he’s doing me a favor when he instructs me to clock out fifteen to thirty minutes earlier than scheduled?

Maybe it’s that dogmatic capitalistic aura that’s got a mean ol grip on him

or rather he’s just sick of seeing my face

but whatever the reason my bills don’t pay themselves

and cutting my seconds, minutes, and hours got me nickel and dimin'

and scraping the bottom of the barrel

AND this is why I refuse to be a minimum wage earning, commission dependent retail sales associate for the rest of my life

The Truth

2010-04-22T16:34:00.001-07:00

I have resisted for far too long
denying myself of this belated blissful security
they say ignorance is bliss
and well if that is so
then why do I only feel ashamed while graduating to hindsight?

I am now in fellowship with the truth
and though I may not know everything
I am most certain of what I DO know
like:
my savior's name is Yeshua
NOT Jesus
black folks don't bear Greek offspring
and anything offered to me by a descendant of a cave man
will be dissolved

because since truth and me
now be in communion
all knowledge is resolute
and any proposals to dilute it, I decline
let's just agree to disagree on it's insoluble properties
and I don't need church to get right
because my cognizance of the truth
keep me and God closer than the overlapping fibers
in any article

woven...
into my being is a sense of identity
and even if you killed me you couldn't snatch it
in my prior uplifting of being piss po, street articulate and ratchet
my heart still remained humble... mind steady

your monotheistic views
are not the same as mine
see Abba Father has many parts
my soul is down with being washed in the plethora
of God, Allah, Buddha, and even the black man

I am an Earth
molded with imperfections
yet seemingly Mother Nature's perfected rays of sunshine beget me
my growth she is rewarding
because I don't run and tuck my tail
I know the truth ya'll & I'm gone tell it

Ass Backwards

2010-04-01T09:17:00.000-07:00

this country's backwards
like egg lay hen
like blue grass and green skies
like water to quench hunger
and food to nourish dehydration
we can't feed the poor
but we can fund a war
like fucking for virginity
and one proceeds infinity
I know lazy folks living it up off government aid
and some don't qualify but they're getting laid.. OFF
like run before walk
I'm disgusted!
broke and busted like the rest of middle class America
they don't call us the working poor for nothing
like slavery before kingdom
we pay right when the cut off notice comes in the mail
because that's all we can afford
like the filthy rich should starve for one day
meanwhile vagrants and beggars are feasting in their places
annually property values rise in this land of the free
but shit ain't free because...
to live in a new subdivisions costs ten grand
and they're all comprised of cookie cutter, zero-lot, cribs
literally the size of a crib
only big enough for you to roller over in
like insect trapping spider in a web
and when the white folks leave we follow them
what happened to Harlem?
like slave whipping master
what happened to making "them" leave and then not following?
or Black Wall Street?
you mean to tell me that we couldn't rebuild it?
like reconstruction before destruction
we built pyramids, plantations, this nation,
hell, we built the whole damned world

this country's backwards
like still sitting in the back
even after we've won our right to come forward
and everybody wanna be a nigga but nobody wannabe a nigga
we fight amongst ourselves
sell arms to countries
just so that we can wage war on them
like a militia not using gorilla warfare
we're wide open
we'll arrest a hungry thief
before a crooked politician
this shit is backwards
like Satan in heaven and God in hell
like my president is black
but he belongs to the Illuminati
c'mon son!
this shit is backwards

TO BE CONTINUED...

Love of My Life

2010-03-21T11:17:00.000-07:00

I cannot imagine life...
without this big breathing mass of a man accompanying my existence
for mine lies in his
broken from him rib
as it is written & drawn out on God's atlas
I have no problem kneeling before him
let him be head of household
as I bear children from this threshold therein
it's nothin
nothing for me to surrender my all
while entangled in his sweet romances
pheromones oozing from sweat that his glands can no longer brace
so I embrace them, as they rain down on me
and no, it’s not just the physical attraction that has me immersed
I actually like the mental fuck better
when we connect mentally we fuck better
his understanding of me is deeper than that which lies in my plump, succulent vulva
and I adore his balanced views on morality and the plight of his life
slightly more than the business I have with his phallus …at night
unity is the single thread that kitted this quilt we call a relationship
and it's stronger than any ship wading the icy waters
of the Atlantic during the winter time
we're unsinkable
and others loath us because the trust that we instilled
into this union has helped us reach heights unthinkable
and even after I've painted all of this vivid imagery
you still can not fathom my ideology: life does not exist without him

TO BE CONTINUED

Inner City Boy Blues

2010-03-17T10:37:00.000-07:00

he wants to become a senator
so that he can stop the corruption up top
but making it past this big sand box of a jungle
that they call the hood

is something that he will never be able to accomplish
that's what his teachers tell him
but he can't hear them
because the heavy tunes of his Gil Scott Heron albums drown them out

and he be getting uplifted
when he visits the library
feeding his hunger for knowledge
and becoming steadfast on his future
because college is an option

and though being black and below the poverty line in America
might give him two strikes
there's still time to redeem himself before he gets his third
and he ain't trying to be barely making it, living pay check to pay check
or government checkin it on the 1st, 3rd, & 15th for the rest of his life

he's still a virgin
so young girls be eye'n him
but he doesn't have time for them and their babies
he's just a baby
trying to become a man
and he can't and don't want to be nobody's daddy
not right now, not just yet

images of a big house, with plush green grass adorning the yard
enclosed by a white picket fence
crowd his mind
he wants to grow old with some security
we talkin social security, mutual funds, stocks and bonds
not 65 years old walkin around talkin about he needs some weed
so he can escape it all
that's nonsense

he's going to be 20+ odd years older than his children
and 40+ older than his grandchildren
oh he wants to take life back to the good ol days
prior to the crack epidemic that swept and molded his neighborhood
I mean murdered this neighborhood
removed the neighbor and left hood to stand on its own

but how long will it stand?
he's afraid that gentrification will
shatter his residence
push him back further into a darker corner of the city
making it even harder for him to see daylight

but as long as he be toting those Glenco and Prentice Hall textbooks
alongside "Lies My Teacher Told Me" by James W. Loewen
while singing "we were scholars long before colleges"
and not getting caught up in that gang shit
he'll make it

but let's just pray that a stray bullet don't "off" him
before his destiny manifests
because then he'll just be another lost soul that's a victim of his surroundings
PLEASE STOP THE VIOLENCE!

Outside of a Finger Tips Reach

2010-03-06T18:16:00.000-08:00

This piece was an assignment for my English 205 - World Lit course. It's outside of my typical genre(s) so bare with me. The instructions were to write a "courtly love" piece, where you are the protagonist and the antagonist is the one that you desire, but the two of you are not allowed to be with one another due to societal class separation. Here goes:

My love for you escapes boundaries known only as carnal
your well being lays the foundation for my daily agenda
you mold me
and yet as my limbs outstretch in efforts to mimic Adam
and his stance aloof the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
You are God and I an not worthy enough to share the same energy as you
Fingertips always yielding

I am enveloped in your pulchritudinous aura
and handsome physique
but to my dismay you dare not rebel for love
your vibes' offspring have been known to captivate many
leaving me left in a line with countless others who too pose a hope so lost
effortlessly you taunt us
we are yet noble maidens
and you are destined for the throne
a young king to whom my heart will never belong

Her

2010-03-02T10:10:00.000-08:00

she awakens sweat drench every morning
yearning for a new feeling that always seems out of reach
and the breach from hell that she poses in hopes of a better future
is accomplished when she parts stem from seeds
and exhales green grass vapors
oh how great it feels for her to be able
just for a moment..
to get away from those eviction papers
nailed to her front door
and though WIC gives her monthly installments of food
how long do you think that shit really lasts?
and the thought of making more babies to receive more aid
crosses her mind on a daily
but hell, she can barely jungle this one baby, as is
making below minimum wage because she can barely read
and has no negotiation skills
so her employer downplays her and she takes it
and folks know not to ask her where is the child's father
because it's pretty apparent
that he found him some new tail to victimize
while he's sitting in the back of the club acting like he's so pimp-tastic
you know damn well those jewels 'round his neck are plastic
and this new Ms. Thang he's ushering in on his arm is enveloped in greed
though the fortunes she seeks will never come fourth
however it's inevitable that 9 months later her ass will be bearing this nigga's twelfth child
and I hope she doesn't think she's any different from his other baby's mothers
he doesn't want a wife, he's too keen on variety
because he's a rolling stone
a stoner just rolling
and he be quoting Drake saying, "he gets high just to balance out the lows"
but he creates his own demise so that shit is irrelevant
especially when he wants the mothers of his children to network
like Tiny, Toya, Nivea, and Lauren
but that's just an figment of his imagination
because broke women, trying to making to make it
for their children and themselves ain't bout to fake it
and I have pity on the next chick that comes in contact with him
because if she's screaming "where dem dollars at"
instead of reading between his lies and bullshit
she'll become a variable in his equation
wishing that she too would have dismissed him
and it's a system
because you know damn well that fool didn't teach himself to be triflin
and reckless on his own
BET -Bogus Entertainment Television...
makes our young black men a mess
and these little girl growing up watching movies with drug lords and their dames
have crippled themselves, by allowing such images to define their roles
and we turn the other cheek to make ourselves feel better
because it's something that we can't seem to digest
I suggest... that we stop this cycle
IT'S A FUCKING SHAME

Mother Afrika

2010-02-13T17:20:00.000-08:00

My Afrika is not spelled with a “c”
and it is not all black
you see kente cloth covers it
and like the colors that composes it
a hue exists that represents the reflection of the pigments
for each individual
that calls this land mother
my mother land is much of a mother board
she educated the ignorant
adored the gifted
and fed the beggars…
who in turn fed her to the ill spirited and lazy willed
my mother land
na, this is my mother, man;
breast fed the Adams, Cains & Abels
whose namesakes are still in question
amongst my people’s fables
she hand crafted the term “unconventional”
and denied usage of such an adjective as “monotony”
yet produced no savages
the real savages were those who ravaged and pillaged
through her townships and villages
taking captive artisans, blacksmiths, painters, teachers, cooks, and midwives
and you tell me I ought to be grateful?
had I not been brought to this land
this place that you call an America,
my happy ass would be prancing around naked
sing joyous tunes in a tongue that I know is my own
not subjected to being objectified
or defiled with your smug standards
and I would know not this language spoken by my captors
those who gave us “their version of Christianity”
turned my brothers in breeders and mother fuckers
(I digress from the term "mother fucker" because of it’s origin, see in being taught how to breed they were made to “fuck” their mothers)
I repeat..
turned my brothers in breeders and mother fuckers
when they were destined to trot in the foot steps
of their fore founding doctoring, philosophical, mathmaticious fathers
and they were momentarily stripped of those possibilities
due to our captors
I do not for give you bastards
and my heart’s pain does not yield
my mother land!
seeing her raped and robbed for millenniums
instills resent that my heart cannot amend
and let us not pretend that the scars planted on the souls of our ancestors
will fold
no baby, they will lament
and I too shall take part in commemorating my mother land
yo, that’s my mother, man!
because we all know mother Afrika populated mother Earth

Queen Nefertari

2010-01-10T22:36:00.000-08:00

in regards to my current display picture on various websites

he noted.. "Of course I'm probably the only one to notice things like this...but in this picture you have some similarities to Queen Nefertari"

and this is my reply:

thanks and adoration be unto you
for finding qualities in me
that point to such a majestic woman
who's beauty and charm
ruled not only The House of Harems which her husband possessed
but political aspects
she too assessed
and "Great of Praise" her name insists
and that is why young men like yourself..
are even able to identify with her essence
some call her "Sweet of Love"
and yes it can be fathomed because
we as black children know first hand that there's no love
able to out weigh the kind produced and distributed by a strong black woman
be she comforting, correcting, or caressing your soul
"Lady of Grace" it has been said that she is also
and her eloquence must have been profound
I mean... "how can a lady who's just a number to a man work her way from the bottom, to the top?"
perhaps she gave birth to a son who's face outshone the sun
thus making her the bearer of upper echelons of gods
or maybe she packed a hearty insight that was able
to smooth over the inciting of riots
and from the pits her grace took her to heights that superseded the ceilings of the great pyramids
that surrounded her
and a Great King’s Wife, his beloved, we already know her as
because through the research I've waded and concepts I had to grasp
in efforts to write this poem
every fact whether forefront or underlying acted as a sealing
to the stamp that her being bore
she was the "Lady of all Lands"
and still is, as far as I am concerned
because someone was able to see her in my me
and I'm pretty sure her reflection is present in other black girls worldwide
I agree with those that have said she was the "Wife of the Strong Bull"
because there's no telling how much shit she had to put up with
but I'm sure she took it in stride
transposing life's ills, turning them into nothing but good fortunes and prosperity
grabbing life by the horns as she took her ride
fearless and daring
and in conjunction with them who say she's "God’s Wife"
even our great creator has probably been moved by her
if not then we'll settle for the fact that he moved mountains in her name

TO BE CONTINUED

My Mane

2010-01-03T23:55:00.000-08:00

I was first introduced to this poison at the tender age of 3
and my mother unknowingly...
applied it atop my crown to thin out that which dressed thee
my hair was way too much for her handle, or was it, really?
truth be told in present she "really" didn't want to bother
and I knew no better than she did, for I dreaded the combing of my mane
it was thick, bushy, curly and always insanely tangled
like vines that twine and grow in a not so uniformed fashion
and before this poison was introduced to me
little girls in day care had their minds fastened...
on making it their mission to make me ashamed of my bush
and I, a little ignorant black girl, not knowing any better
took my daily walk of shame down that center aisle
and from one stretch of the room to the other I swear it felt like walking 10 miles.. and then some
and had I known then that when I turned 8 years old, everything that poison touched would wither and die
die, like I wish I had when those chemical burns engulfed my scalp
like California wild fires feasting on middle class residences
but even after that I had a standing appointment with a hair dresser
who's hair was much lesser than mine.. blind!
the tint in my eyes was so heavy that it could not have been less than 6%
me thinking that beauty could be attained with a comb and yellow bucket with purple writing that housed a white cream
was unconscious...
me thinking that beauty could be attained with a comb and yellow bucket with purple writing that housed a white cream
was senseless, idiotic, and superficial
me thinking that beauty could be attained with a comb and yellow bucket with purple writing that housed a white cream
a cream that made other little girls scream and squirm in those beauty shop chairs
yet in my benighted state I felt lucky because when administered "perms" only made my head itch

My Mane (2)

2009-12-22T10:41:00.000-08:00

those inquiries you make about my lack of hair
well lack of the processed..

never seem to stroke me in an ill fashion
I can only claim to be indifferent
because my brain refuses to transmit processes that will allow a synopsis of this plunder

I am ashamed that I have even catered enough time to acknowledge the fact that
your ignorance is enthralling, yet sickening, all in the same
and every time you part your lips allowing your vocal cords to surge
I have an undying urge within me to gut you

how dare you ask me why I cut my hair
or look at me like I committed mass murder
are you a mad man!?!?!?
I'm the one who has right to claim that they've been offended

I don't care about how sexy I once was to you
because I'm no longer that plastic, cookie cutter, mass produced chick you once knew
and you wonder why I'm irate
and screaming at the top of my lungs
because my hair isn't something I wear with shame
it's not to be maintained or flat ironed every day
yet you want to retain and covet me

white women approach me on the regular
complimenting and seeking hair like mine
and I smile and simply say, "baby, you've gotta have genes like this"
it's quite frankly the only way
no need for me to expound because they know exactly what I mean

I came out dark as I did
not because of my mom or dad's phenotypes, but because of my mom's lineage
mama's mama's mama and daddy were blacker than that which pooled from fountain pens
thin.. I can't identify with
my blood is thicker than the bark, better yet trunks of the great oaks and magnolias we once hung from
I have yet to find a picture of a corpse the same color as me with straight hair, strung up by a noose
no it's not sensible
my hair screams in a tone of it's own
proclaiming it's rightful position in this world

I'm nappy and this heritage has everything to do with it
but being black, brown, and almond skinned has nothing to do with sin
so I shy away from and turn my nose up at all chocolate foods labeled "devil's"
how clever of you marketing bigots
bending the perception of the consumer to think that anything rich is evil
but when you white devils are pointing that finger
often do you stop to recognize how many are pointing back at you?

and to that guy that said I was "fuckable" but not date-able
only because my hair wasn't permed
any "so called" facts you pack in efforts to back up that..
all that good shit
na, nigga that's just some shit..
some bullshit that I do not discern!

see I can fro this shit
twist this shit
braid this shit,
pick, shave, fade, nick
or ever butcher it!

no one will ever know for certain what I am to do with it.... next
but I can guarantee you this
my hair can grow back
but once you've lost your dignity, it's gone

ja'dore

2009-12-20T00:32:00.000-08:00

He's in love with my lofty use of linguistics
and I adore the fact that he rules with an iron fist
this...

be it miles or micrometers in our distance
mutually understanding that what's between us is real
consummates this

Manifestation

2009-12-07T08:17:00.000-08:00

I'd like to think that I'm Plain Jane
but the crescendo in my genius is too abrupt
therefore to be deemed as such
I'd have to revert to degradation, something my conscience will not allow

I used to cache away my differences
in attempts to become a more mellow me
but the end result produced what was nowhere near me ..not at all

I'd like to think that love is as candy coated as flamboyant gay man's personality
but the pot holes in my heart have yet to be permanently patched
therefore to find it at picturesque..
I'd have to count my blessings and disregard my falls
and by all means those falls did cause worse scars than some ol nick or scratch from a childhood bike wreck

I dreamt of marriage as a child
playing games like MASH and house and letting my imagination run wilder than all get out
in present day my soul searching motivates me
knowing that he will eventually find me and there will be ni rushing or stalling because we'll be sure

so sure that the day our legacy is birthed
the contractions and downward movements of the seed will be just as sweet as the day that it were conceived
and thereafter shall follow two or three more

I want to experience and be a witness to motherhood...
in it's full extend
and exist jointly with a he who is equally yoked to me
is all that I seek

and with that said
I could never be Plain Jane
for my visions and aspirations are too in depth

2009-11-29T22:42:00.001-08:00

the truth is such a wonderful work when inoculated into the mind
a much needed vaccination we are seeking from the infestation of the lies
like a vine wrapped around our cerebrum
hindering our thoughts & making us immune to the freedom
which we could par take in if only we opened a book

oh how the lies bleach our intellect & secretly influence our dialects
inciting riots & rampages leading us into the New Dark Ages
and World Wars...
we went from "We are the world"
to "You don't want to go to war with me"

Sensual

2009-11-13T20:11:00.000-08:00

Sensual

I long for someone to kiss the small of my back as I arch it
giving way to my half shank.. I mean quarter shank ham that will be bent to the yonder
seeking someone to invade the lower cavity that it entrusts

my yearning for fullness
I mean, me full of you and your physical bliss
Though we don't acknowledge it, we like to indulge in the most sinful act
seeing that we lack a wedding bands on our fingers

TO BE CONTINUED

Antagonism

2009-11-04T20:03:00.000-08:00

there's a place within me where kudzu grows and vines twine;
and it houses a dichotomy between thought and action,
making their contradictions to one another even more vague as time passes.
oxymoronic emulsions beget one another as well, therein.
My void is no longer a void, for it now has something to occupy its vacancies
but they are destitute in their occupations as well.
This place's aforementioned contents yearn to expel themselves from captivity,
but all I can do is retain them, in hopes of saving the world

Kitchen Sink Fling

2009-03-03T22:38:00.000-08:00

as I washed the dirty dish
you decided that you were going to help yourself
..to some of the platter
no need to place the pussy on a platter
but atop the mouth of the counter which ran down into the sink
where our juices would surely leak and splatter
those heavy thrusts and stomach crunches that occurred in that position
left me no regrets even after all the excruciating physical disposition
I liked the way you shoved it in my gut
and the way those sweet moans escaped my lips
but what mattered most is that we were home alone and I could be as loud as I wished
to be as if the neighbors cared to hear us
or do they ever
oh but fuck them
it's not our faults that the walls are not insulated
or paneled thick enough to isolate the melodious
tunes of the ooohs aahhs shit damns and fucks
I just like it when you buck and thrust
as if you are a wild beast of some kind
and I don't mind the whippings or raps at my behind
for my back door is yours to sneak in whenever you please
because to feel your dick inside me
brings much ease to me
and uh this ease helps scatter disease
not like that of bacteria or some viral strain
but the disease that is when I'm mentally disoriented
for moments at a time
zoning... out!
into another screen on a midnight's matinée
sex sells in Hollywood but nobody knows about our tricks and flicks
it can not be presented to the public
for with their naked eyes
what we do is not something they could ever enjoy for it's true meaning
there'd just be plenty of jerks jerking off
to your erect posture that you pose as you come and cum and then go
after joe, peter, pee wee, and wee wee are all no longer erect
and well I must snap back into reality
because those 15 minutes of fame
were nothing more than our own shared personal glory

Legs Wide Open

2009-02-25T23:14:00.001-08:00

open legs are not the key to my heart
though many females like to let that sacred tunnel lead their heads and then their hearts
I'd much rather see open legs
for what they are
legs are simply inferior limbs that separate to reveal..
something that was once placed on this grand pedal stool
only to have reached my day and age and be deduced to a couple of rounds of fun
and you see I had fun with legs wide open
but I forgot that the quickest way to some people's heart is their stomach
and well I can't help but feel you poking me
ever so eloquently your stroke
filling me up with all that goodness

Foreplay

2009-02-16T06:35:00.000-08:00

I can no longer be your foreplay
for I know that I'm only a warm up who competes with the full work out
my sex is not just some appetizer that you can indulge in
while some other deep dish is acting as the main course
I will not be picked over just as that of a light dinner roll and some water
AND until you realize that I am the Fillet Mignon and I must be accompanied with wine
as I travel down to your soft spots, filling you up, making you whole and ready to retreat to slumber.
there shall be no more of my sweet romance, never again in this manner

Variety

2009-01-23T21:40:00.000-08:00

I'm not confused nor is my reality misconstrued
I just choose to fight restlessly with the snake and kiss the kitten while it purrs
to be queer is to be strange or odd
and I digress from that stereotype because I'm quite threadbare and conventional
so much as to have metamorphosed into a new inception
you see, I don't like my food to touch around the edges
so a manage trios is as far from fetched as far fetched can get
I like an assortment of playgrounds
yes, I fucks with the monkey and the bars
with that said I am only bisexual on paper
and I'll no longer give that assumed answer when asked about my sexual orientation

NOTE TO MY READERS

2008-12-03T22:31:00.000-08:00

NOTE TO MY READERS

Throughout my blog, you will find that a few of these poems are old, outdated, and do not refer or relate to my present day life in any fashion. No I do not duplicate blogs. Therefore, my blogs here and on other sites are hosts to varying content that differ from one another. However, one or two of the poems displayed in the [November 2008] achieve are about recent thoughts and feelings that have been conjured. I will never reveal whether or not a poem is about anyone in particular. In the mean time, you are free to assume whatever you like. Moreover, I like to leave people wondering :) Yes, I pulling your leg!

[un]officially

2008-11-29T13:26:00.001-08:00

we lie together as couples do..
you say she's your ex and your actions proclaim it
but you heart hasn't let go officially
therefore I understand that I'm just
the other woman.. [un]officially.
you need not say it because your forward motions imply it
you like me but you love her
and I like you also..
we have 4 year pasts with other people
so why are we even [un]official?
why not just let this thing decease..officially

The Official "No" To Letting Go

2008-11-29T13:21:00.000-08:00

I deceived you into thinking that I was naive
that you were getting over on me with your con-artist mechanisms
and your chauvinistic, condescending persona as if you don't bleed like the rest of us

super-human, you are far from
and I can only wait for that day when you are completely honest with me
like I, with you

we hold not emotional ties because we're just hanging out, chillin, kickin it all up in the bedroom... unforeseen sex scenes
no time to waste so we don't worry about escaping between the sheets

but you still have ties to her ..there's no doubt about it
your heart she holds and even if she has let you go

you go after her silently sounding off the official "no" to letting go
the official "no" to letting go
the official "no" to letting go

you don't let go because
she still holds your heart

and all I can do is dearly depart
after our sexcapades

Fabricator

2008-11-29T13:20:00.000-08:00

LIE to me like you mean it
"habitually"

kiss me and make me blush... again
grab my love handles and watch me twitch this-a-way
tell me you love me and dare not to demonstrate it the second go 'round

look at the bold/underlined word!
that is all you are to me.. from now on

I wish not to trade gum anymore; saliva.
similar to you your spoken words
and my time... wasted

Runaway Love

2008-11-29T11:50:00.001-08:00

fleeing from life in every direction

refusing every hand that out stretches

and acting on emotion rather than impulse

I cringe

to feel lonely by choice

rather than deal with love; tempermental

to preserve one self; not for purity

but from hurt and insecurities undelt

on a quest to escape the ultimate quest

of life lessons and blessings

temporary or not...

I run from love; because love is not