Old, old, OLD Stuff

Current mood: relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry



These poems are from 1992! I just wanted to gauge where I've come in all those years. I need input on these compared to the new stuff.



World Hear My Silent Cries

The sullen Giant, standing among small trees
Watching life; please, let me in, please

Bending down to listen or admiring a flower
My enjoyment and pleasure last less than an hour

Forced alone away from the world
If only my hair wasn't so dryly curled

And could have a nice wave
Or even lay straight
Missing memories I'd like to save
Hope I'm not too late

So is weak; not a good ending
In short, in brief are better conclusions
To express the message I'm sending
I don't care about ignorant dillusions

It ain't over; no not just yet
I'd like to tell you; I like a bet
Lucky dice; I have two sets
Best of luck, I never let them see me sweat

Got many lines just need one gut
To stop feeling sorry and eyeing your butt
Trip on my tongue and hear you say - what?
If life was a movie I would say - cut!!!

Gained so much wisdom it caused me the blues
Integrity and honesty are not good virtues

Those who like lies and deceptions
End up alone in their natal conception

Unwed with child and small income
Missed the bus to Kingdom come

But even still he's so fine
He don't even need a mind
Not important to be real kind
All that matters is a cute behind

Trapped alone in solitary confinement
Nothing to do but enrich my mind with;
Books
And looks
Learned how to be a crook
Count all the stuff I ever took

Now lets calm down with a final resolution
Think its time to come to a conclusion

Love of my life
Will be my wife
Yet fear of rejection cuts like a knife
'm looking forward towards jobs and domestic strife

This is the end
Are you my friend
Now hear the message that I send
Beware of boys who act like men

See! I warned them! All the way back then. I was still a virgin and everything. Not even in High School yet. I only have these two poems by luck as I lost an entire notebook filled with poetry in high school. (Westchester to be exact) I know some LaDera niggah was gettin much lovin from my stuff. But I won't dwell.

Here's the next one:

Love #1

There's a place in my heart
Where all my valuables are set apart

It feels so good when you touch me there
No not there, above my underwear

Somewhere just below my chin
Somewhere deep, deep within

I might let you in, but you must swear
Swear on love, say you really care

Once I let you in, what're you going to do
Are you going to love me, will you be true

How long will it last
Will it last more than a few days
You don't even have to ask
I can love you a hell of a lot more than 69 ways


I actually got an A on the first one. It was for an english class. The reason I was sitting all alone is because I was on punishment for not wiriting the poem on time. Well, that was a fun trip down memory lane. Tell me what you think guys








You asked me to comment on one of your blogs, so here it goes. This is a poem I wrote not to long ago for a special friend. I think Imma post as a blog on my page. Let me know what you think.
But be nice. In the words of Erykah Baud...I'm an artist, so Im sensitive about my shh...




Before I slept
I spoke your name


Barely audible
Only a whisper


My lip moved slightly
less than a pulse


The faries and love angels
very nearly caught the wish
heard the prayer


Before I closed my eyes
I thought a thought
not quite a thought
dare I dream of you anymore...


All but hope I retire this night
less than a dream
in a drift


each night less and less




Before I slept...
I spoke your name
but this time, just barely.
Keep on writing. I really am feeling Love . 1. If only...


Peace & Blessings Digits