Writes..."Nicole Simpson Can't Rap...And Neither Can I...XX"

"apparently to some i come off as conceited;
overweight ego 'cause i constantly feed it
humility is a disease; i don't need it
what color ribbon worn will show that i beat it?
be jealous of this dick; in fact, those can eat it
scratch that...don't need no dudes reaching for the cleated;
hands on my zipper, with intentions to free it
perhaps a brown ribbon will show i've been treated,
for an illness eventually defeated
'cause i shit out arrogance; my ass secretes it,
every time i'm on the throne, the king is seated"

Writes..."Penetration"

her: "i've felt you inside of me.. you're amazing! word for word it felt amazing! you have made me feel literally what no other man has ever made me feel."

 

me: "uh, you do know who this is right?" 

her: "the only man that can penetrate me with words."

 

"then she said my name; told me what i used to do;

how good i was at alternating rhyming lines...

when i wrote a's through g's, in ten-syllable lines,

penning my mind the way william shakespeare used to...

 

'cause she's seen who i am, through words devoted to,

one worthy of more than a few elegant lines...

and she's seen how i feel, what's in my heart's confines,

times that i'd given her elegant lines to view;

 

times that she'd found herself described in one or two;

on paper, her beauty and my brain intertwined...

a perfect collaboration in every line:

they were equal parts who she is and what i do...

 

she still inspires 'cause what i've penned remains true,

it's just now i've evolved to twelve-syllables lines...

in every piece adjectives and verbs still combine,

with pronouns like "she" and "i", the way they used to;

 

and i display the same sentiment i used to...

my heart on the page, bleeding out in every line;

my pen to a page, trying to "word" her to be mine;

each one intented to show we're a better two...

 

she and i, would share something known by just a few;

be the answer when people ask how love's defined...

but if i asked her a question, this would be mine:

"will you allow more than words to penetrate you?"

 

or "do you think on scenes of me loving you;

a tryst where i'm filling you with more than just lines?"

i do; i think on times when more than words are mine;

and "inside" of you means i owe that side of you

 

imagine words replaced by a finger or two;

perhaps three inches that'll inch closer to nine;

all put in the same places, with the same design:

to keep that "amazing" feeling running through you...

 

i'm asking for a chance to do what my words do?

you say i've "been inside", so i'll just use your line,

as proof that you believe we've already combined...

why not connect on a physical level too?""

Writes..."The Sweetest"

for taba...10-19-13

 

"today's special...but not 'cause other people say,
"it's sweetest day" since you're the sweetest every day
your heart-shaped box is filled with more than chocolate
you possess a love inside loved ones don't forget;
and ones once loved are pained now that it's gone away,
wondering daily how to exist without it

no, i don't need those who talk to get me to say,
" today's special"...'cause being with you makes everyday
special... and extraordinary... and exquisite,
'though more than those adjectives would easily fit
i guess my point is it's 'cause of you, every day's
twenty-four hours of time i'll never forget"

Writes..."Secret Garden"

“she’s celibate but what i pen’s making her doubt,

the reason she has for keeping pen-ises out

my words relevant, what she’s been dreaming about,

in dreams she views scenes of someone turning her out;

turning her on; when the switch is off, lights are out

‘cause in the dark, it’s my lines she’s thinking about;

and in the dark, it’s my lines that are eating her out;

every adjective and verb takes a direct route,

to a place now flooded that once had seen a drought

when she “cums”, it’s how i think that’s making her shout

i plant myself in her so the rooting can sprout,

through seeds i create to show her what i’m about”

Writes..."Opportunity"

"it's in that moment when two pairs of eyes connect;
the opportunity for connecting's perfect
i mean like "me in she" since i'm being direct;
the opportunity..."me in she" is perfect
and in being direct i can say i suspect,
it's not hard for her to imagine me erect;
or herself on her knees waiting for me to inject,
my erect...never mind, let me change the subject
well, not change as much as show a lot more respect,
when i "nickel and dime" the act, i disrespect
the opportunity for us should be perfect,
so i need to better word the way we connect

let me start again..."when two pairs of eyes connect;
my brown ones seek to make her brown ones the object,
of my desire"...nope, it's back to disrespect;
opportunity means she is an object;
and opportunity means she doesn't object,
when i tug at her nipples to get them erect
only moans escape times i take an indirect,
path directly to the spot where her legs connect
i guess what i'm trying to express in effect,
is that each time i think of her as a subject,
i think of opportunities we can connect;
"connecting directly"; seems that wording's perfect"

Writes..."Brown Eyes"

“i gaze upon her face, to find brown eyes gaze back
at brown eyes magnetic; i find brown eyes attract
my brown eyes to her own, they keep drawing me in;
i’m drawn to them the way moths and flames interact
i continue to stare as her brown eyes stare back,
knowing i should turn from them but nothing distracts;
nothing else exists in the world that we live in,
just she, i, and the tools we use for eye contact
i know the sight burns into my mind in the act;
searing; to see it will endure times all is black;
when my brown eyes are closed, her brown eyes are open,
proof the connection between them remains intact;
proof her regard has had its desired impact;
see, she wants brown eyes to remain after the fact
a lasting reminder ‘til i see them again;
the last thing i see when i see no more in fact
i return to her face, to our gaze still intact
‘cause brown eyes hypnotic means nothing ‘round distracts
the truth is they mesmerize; i can’t help but spin;
i can’t seem to get my train of thought back on track
it’s in looking straight in her eyes, my mind’s sidetracked;
only i find a direct path through the same act
brown lost in brown, for me serves as inspiration,
each time i have words inside i need to extract”

Writes..."Fibonacci Poems"

"love" (7-15-13)

"love
means
loving
all of her
loving all she is
with everything inside of me
and maybe, just maybe, having the same love returned
love is she and i giving all of ourselves, in all that we do, to ensure this lasts forever"

"desire" (7-16-13)

"she
i
coupled
forever
is what i most want
'though i've never wanted before
us together is the only thing i desire
our existence being one my love for her is surpassed only by my bond with her"

"waiting" (7-18-13)

"she

stands

waiting

patiently

for someone she finds

worthy of the love inside her

she knows only someone who sees what’s inside of her

is someone truly deserving of loving everything that they see on the outside"

Writes..."Promises"

“she promises me a white dress; a purple band;

something elegant, perhaps of vera wang’s brand…

a tiara with a veil; a long-running train;

a bouquet made up of lilacs held in her hands…

i promise to have an intimate venue planned;

some secluded place possessing a view that’s grand…

plus, an afternoon absent the presence of rain;

on a bluff overlooking both ocean and sand…

she promises that day she’ll walk to where i stand,

confidently knowing each step’s one she’ll command…

the path taken without any issue of strain;

without any aide to provide support in hand…

i promise myself when she reaches where i stand,

i’ll receive her with tears that we’ll both understand…

we’ve both, having experienced heartache and pain,

sacrificed; as tribute finding true love demands…

she promises her life when she offers her hand,

through the symbolic exchange of two golden bands;

every thought, of feelings she says will never wane,

is easily believed ‘cause i’ve felt them firsthand…

i promise her… i promise her…

i promise her my love until my dying breath…

i promise her my love with every single breath…

i promise her my breath…”

Writes..."My Heart"

“i believe i’ve found my heart in another one

the most “me” part of myself in another one

every heartbeat from her: a reflection of love

each mirrors what mine would; only now i have none

see, i’d lost my own long before we’d even met;

‘cause i’d shed past emotions through both tears and sweat,

and blood too; having once possessed loving thoughts of

those who made the pain from loving hard to forget;

those who allowed me to live my life, chest exposed;

with a hollowed-out space ‘cause no heart was enclosed

then left me that way, after seeing and reading,

a man’s guts spilled by his own hand in telling prose

but in her i’ve a reason again for penned lines

expressing in every one, sentiment that is mine

per adjectives and verbs; letting all of them; bleeding;

they’re displays of the passion i’m convinced defines,

who i really am; times i’m who i am really;

a glimpse of the person i should be ideally

i grow closer by means of words used to devote

to what we are now and what one day we will be

a closer two; we’re intimate through feelings shared

“we’re” confirmed to me every time i’m naked and bare;

transcribing thoughts to paper, she knows my heart wrote

maybe one believed lost is one we merely share”

Presents..."My Love" by Sethlina Amakye

"hush...listen - let me tell you what it means when i say three words

i love you.

it's so much deeper than a reaction to your body

or the stirring of my heart to the gentle way you treat me

it's the knowledge of no limit to what i would do

if ever you neede me to...

beyond the knowledge i know

because most of all love is what i show

when i know how i feel, but can't find word that say so

i love you when i'm enchanted by your mind

when i long to climb inside... your thoughts

when i brush your skin but feel your soul

everything i do with unmasked affection

my undivided attention - all for you

my love's real when i can list everything i love about you

on demand, whenever you should ask me to

i love you when i let you see my faults

when i remove them from dusty vaults

with fresh incentive to try to work them through

and i do, without ever trying to hide me from you

i love when i think only of the best for you

leaving my own interests untended

knowing if ever you were threatened or hurt

i'd protect you and bear your wounded body back to safety

and suffer the pain for us both

if i could

if i tried to save you before you drown

and saw in desperation, your struggle pulled me down

i know i love you because i wouldn't let you go

i love you when i write this

while i'm not sure where you've gone

and i trust you as i fervently hope you won't stay away for long

my mind dreams only of reuniting with your soul

i don't think to pull in reigns or tighten my hold

best of all my love is free and freedom to be you with me

and constant assurance that my love will always be true

i mean all of this when i say

i love you."

Presents..."Words My Way" by Sethlina Amakye

"sorrow is sometimes a refuge for those who hastily speak words of avoidance.

the truly sorry find their home in houses built with bricks of guilt,

and sometimes they themsleves are the architects.

have you ever passed through these doors?

the mortar runs slow, the concrete settles, be careful not to let this foundation harden.

what we believe is discovered and not chosen.

"only do, there is no try."

i find beauty in the rising suns where heaven and earth become one,

where still waters become as mirrors

inspiring introspection and slowing pulses.

i find beauty in rolling fields where lonely dogs salvage bones

and maybe a friend.

the beauty in pain.

the beauty in nonsense.

1 + 1 = 3

what is real about the real world?

i find only facts constructed from remnants of desolation with fear as their inspiration.

i live guided by silent sounds telling me i'll be okay.

the living dead come to me at night with two intentions,

one to seek the other to destroy.

i see their guarded duality and i am compelled to reach out my hand

when it's returned to me

i find only a bloody stump with thier teeth clinging to my sacrifice.

i am a mirror and i am lonely.

will they return?

hopefully in time.

when they do i'll greet them the same as before

and know what was lost

will be returned to me.

including the love of my life, a human sacrifice, and my soul.

mummified in my own fear, with haste i begin in the unraveling.

i find i can only go so far.

stabbing knives draw lines in the sand daring me to cross,

i find i'm too weak.

you have ears to hear, are you listening?

jumping the gun where no bullet is found,

rumors fester into facts.

undisturbed i run to meet you halfway

find me where i am."

Presents..."Untitled IV" by Sethlina Amakye

"time seems to come to a standstill, as we stroll together hand in hand

with sand squishing under our feet, i turn and gaze into your ebony eyes

my heart seems to beat faster, rising and falling in time with the sound of the ocean tide

the warmth of your love overwhelms me as our lips meet in a kiss

feeling you trembling in my arms, soothes my soul and sends me into erotic bliss

the beauty of the setting sun pales in comparison to your radiant form.

i give thanks for every moment we share and pray, from you, to never be torn…

a passionate kiss filled with the harmony, we share

i seek and find peace of mind in the knowledge that you care.

your sweet lips send chills that rip to the depths of my soul

with a tender hug, i'm intoxicated as if under the influence of a drug, your love has taken its toll.

your tender caress, i must confess, is beyond anything i could ever dream.

expressing a tender sigh and wiping a tear from my eye, you will never know what your love means."

Presents..."Untitled III" by Sethlina Amakye

"when i close my eyes,

my thoughts still remain.

and as i hold my pillow tight,

my mind drifts farther away.

darkness sweeps over me,

and holds my body down.

it ignores my plea,

so i lay there still bound.

i'm trapped there through the night,

no matter how hard it gets,

i struggle and fight to open my eyes.

i don’t want to dream the dream,

for fear it might come true.

and as i sleep, my tears stream,

with arms outstretched to you.

why must i go through this?

why must i feel so sad?

the outcome is always bad…

i end up alone,

just the sheets, and me

shivering from the coldness of my soul.

when can i feel the happiness,

of a dream i just had?

my dreams are always the same.

a little girl is left in the dark staring at the ceiling,

wondering who is to blame.

i stare reflecting upon her blazon face,

i see the hurts of hatred, which cannot be erased

wound so deep they've left a stain.

in her heart i discovered a pattern of my own pain,

realizing her concealed ones of my own shame,

i stare as each tear falls from her lonely eyes.

i scream out in desperation to his lifeless body,

just because i forgave you,

doesn't mean i have forgotten things you did.

all those nights that i've lain awake at night,

afraid of my own shadow…

no, i could not, cannot

ever develop amnesia.

excuse my need to feel secure again."

Presents..."Untitled II" by Sethlina Amakye

"how
 
often

i've cried out

in silent tongue

to be saved from myself,

in the middle of the night

too afraid to move.

horrified the answer

may be beyond

the capability

of my own hands

so small…."

Presents..."Untitled" by Sethlina Amakye

"aching

in your constant absence

-the emptiness of silenced passion-

i crave and burn for you

our bodies had one outline

i brave the night alone

-what else is new?-

the darkness hides my joy

-------------------------------my shame

but i fail even myself

know this:

i will be satisfied

without you"

My Favorite Poet...Sethlina Amakye (Konadu-Agyemang)

""sethie and i go waaaay back and her work's been phenomenal since the day i met her. check out her blog @ http://whateveritisletitbe.blogspot.com. if i was anybody i'd tell people she's easily my biggest influence in writing.""

"i remember writing this three years ago and the crazy thing is, despite time and distance separating us, she's still my biggest influence in why i pen. i may not write about her the way i once did, but i know i only really started writing because of her. she could put words together...and i could too; and our sabbath exchanges of the prose we had created during the week formed a lasting bond between us.

i still have the "butterfly box" she gave me with her poems in it, and with her permission (of course) i'm gonna to post a few.

thanks ska!"

Presents...3 Years Of Blogging

"today i hit 3 years of blogging. still "peeing onto paper and then leaving the mess all over the monitor". yay me!!!

Writes..."Reckless...One 12-Syllable Line At A Time"

“i tell her i love her but she’s not feeling me…

and by not feeling me, i mean literally,
no part of her is touching me physically…
‘cause tonight she isn’t where she should really be…
and her breasts and ass aren’t where they should really be;
one in my grasp, while the other’s concealing me…
i find no hands on my body revealing the…
parts of myself that i’d expose appealingly…
truth is the distance between us is killing me;
“us” being our “sextin’” parts what’s i really mean…
i can’t think anymore, the strain is killing me,
i’m so hard, i’d piss only to be spilling pee…
my dick’s a pole: steel but curved like the “phillies p”;
and my testicles: as blue as a “phillies p”…
so i say fuck the hand that life is dealing me…
no girl, no kids; a fucked-up hand’s reality…
in life i’m forced to fuck my hand unwillingly…
and risk the chance of future children spilling free…
i just shot the next black prez at the ceiling, see…
‘cause i have to do that since she’s not feeling me…”

Quotes...Me...VIII

"they said eventually the feeling will fade but i want the "butterflies in my stomach" that i get when i think of her to remain there forever."

"what exactly does "real talk" mean and why do people feel the need to emphasize what they say by using the phrase? i'm not really one to waste words, so know if i'm speaking at all that shit is as "real" as it gets."

"life's always been a bitch...i just discovered i'm not fucking her right."

"the world's full of assholes; i'm the laxative that makes their shit tolerable."

"nipples don't get fatter."

"i wish women would stop echoing my feelings. i'm tired of hearing the things i say merely directed back at me as original thought."

"nothing gets my dick softer than a woman that lacks confidence. well, other than ejaculating in a woman that lacks confidence."

Writes..."Az Yet"

"she's chosen to be become a better person because of him, not because of him." - me

"i am an asshole for saying that, or, i could be an asshole for saying those words and i'd be ok with people thinking that if that's what they think. sometimes that's the case when i express how i feel, and i've already discovered if you choose to feel anything about anything you have to be able to accept that folks will probably feel something about your feelings. even if the majority may not agree with me; hell, i spend my life as a minority as it is (bonus points for wordplay). but it's cool either way, it's what i believe. just know that i'm not an asshole for using doublespeak in my quote because i didn't say the same thing twice. well, i did, but i didn't mean the same thing twice.

"she's chosen to become a better person because of him, not because of him" - me…again

my point is merely this…

she says she does this now, and she's trying to stop that; and i can see that she's making great strides to "be better" than she's been in the past. but she says these things and while i listen to her talk, i don't hear any of this effort to be due to the overwhelming positive influence her partner has had on her. i don't know, perhaps this bothers me because i want to believe in "overwhelming" and it just isn't the right word to use. to hear her tell it, "nonexistent" would be a more accurate adjective for describing his affirming qualities. so not "because of him", or the uplifting presence he instills in her, the changes she's making in her life can be attributed to her realization that there is no positive and that only by working on herself can she attempt to find some sense of balance between them...well, until she does those things because of him. 

but people don't change, look at me. i said i was an asshole and this thought serves as proof."