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."

Writes..."What I Want...In 36 Bars"

"tired of fuckin' around on some other shit…
sick of the same b.s. where the things that i get…
i've deemed just as crappy as the things that i shit…
dropping kids at the pool, er, a bathroom toilet…
i've already referenced shit three times; aww, fuck it…
my mood is shitty; thus, words an asshole would spit…
if it dumped on paper; an explosion of shit…
sprayed on a page, it's lasting; so one not forget…
my heart scripted in brown's nasty, so let me quit…
this thought's on what i want; i'm off the point of it…
a guide on what i need to do for getting it…
like i said before, i've been on some other shit…

let me start with the "cliff notes" version of my side…
i feel i must vent, so through writing i'll confide…
i've never asked for shit and i've not been denied…
'cause i've tended to get what i've sought when i've tried…
but the thing i wanted the most i never tried…
the release of my seed when her legs were spread wide…
a mixture of the two of us growing inside…
see, i want kids but i've found tunes already tied…
thus, my only wish for this life has been denied…
me as a father, a couple kids at my side… 
ones that i've fathered; lacking's proves i'm justified…
having no offspring reason enough to decide…

i can no longer let those chicks slide anymore…

ones with kids, still deciding if they want any more…
"fixed" 'til i've broken them at their maternal core…
and they realize 'cause of me they want to have more…
through mine she'd birth a fifth, she's already got four…
all girls: a set of twins ten, one seven, one four…
even if her words ring true, my heart does implore…
for me to move on 'cause i've heard that shit before…
why take a chance on a chick who's already bore…
more fruit than the local corner grocery store…
thirty-three means i can't compromise anymore…
thirty-three means i can't waste my time anymore…"