30 Tuesday Jun 2020
Posted in Poetry
Many thoughts don’t find they way to page
Planning out life livin right sometimes comes with rage
Ready to give up,not feeling luck,only captured
In cage
Call all ya friends that say through thick n thin No matter if they Kin
Only turns out not to honor they ways
Why cry, if feels good to clean the soul for better days
Don’t be stuck in ways of past, life keeps it real we get better with praise
Love your people shed the evil
Earn greater each day
01 Tuesday Jan 2019
Better things come to those that work for it
It will not come to you unless you change
Crazy you think that everyone owes you when you are the beggar
Better believe new year new people will still be them
They don’t turn a new leaf over night
Need better oversight
Nothing comes overnight
I’m over letting people over step boundaries
Borders do not make us Bolder
But knowing what is better keeps us living until we are older
23 Saturday Sep 2017
Posted in Poetry
The feeling of a feeling that your feeling Stress builds heart spills body chills it gets real
Ready to be loved but the heart not ready to receive
When the one you miss and love
Diss and don’t miss you with love
Do you still feel that love was from above
When your hype is high
But they give you cold expressions
Is there a lesson or is that a blessing
Do you move on because of one miss arrangement
Do you love on and pray for engagement
Mixed feelings leading to endangerment
Even if things are great physically
Mentally scared in hopes of changing it
Saddened views extends the news praying a new day you to can be back to infuse
09 Sunday Jul 2017
Posted in Poetry
I want you to know just how amazing you are without me telling youYet I want you to understand what I’m telling you
I want you to know I have love for you without me telling you
Yet I want you to understand what I am telling you
I want my words to show more than actions that’s what I’m telling you
You are my queen but I want you to know without me telling you
Yet I want you to understand what I am telling you
The thrill of the hunt
Happy to see if you can catch the prey
Pray the prey get caught one day
Dangerous games many scared to play
Pride gets in the way
Why many are scared to entertain
Easy to break a heart
Hate to be turned away
Yet I want you to understand what I’m telling you
18 Thursday May 2017
Posted in Poetry, Spoken Word, spokenword, Uncategorized
There has been many reasons why I should cry.There are many times I’ve tried to cry.
What do you do when the well runs dry.
Can there be a space and place to keep me from being shy.
Staring into the mirror to make myself cry.
Wanting to be glad once I see that first tear fly.
Out of my eyes into my mouth so I can taste the salt.
Knowing if these tears are for joy or pain.
If it were pain wish it would halt.
If it was for happiness help me exult.
There are many reasons why I should cry.
There are many times I’ve tired to cry.
Lend me your shoulder as I try to explain why.
21 Saturday Jan 2017
Posted in Poetry
It’s crazy how the world changes.
Cool people become strangers.
Saving face killing all of y’all arrangements.
Able to take many paces.
People will turn on you just because of things that they don’t need.
They move slow or zoom pass.
It was said that they are only here for a season.
Seriously who do they think they fooling.
I’ve been fooled many times still feeling steps behind.
Find a way to treat with love even when drenched with hate.
10 Saturday Sep 2016
Posted in Poetry, Spoken Word
The look in your eyes gives a peak into your soul.
The tone of your words gives a peak into your mind.
The things unsaid are kept all inside.
Like if I could spread your legs east and west taste what you would call the best.
Slow tongue French kiss putting my lips on your lips,lick the drip, sip like hot tea then lick like icee’s.
You can rub the waves more than likely as I nibble but don’t bite hold my hands on the back of ya knees pushing them to your ears.
You gone say stop but the tongue deep inside puts an end to the fears.
Here is where it’s gets wild I’m on my back you on top my tongue I stick out as you proceed to mount.
One man said ride like a pony but you can ride the bull as I pull you more inside you can turn it into a slip n slide.
Why hide the feelings shown the bad thoughts you condone how bout you on all fours spread it open and take more.
Grab one hip and a shoulder slow stroke then speed up beat to the claps as I go deep and keep it going to beat it up.
You can use it like your fave toy cream it up and make it wet I wanna be the greatest or the best you’ve had yet.
20 Wednesday Jan 2016
Posted in Poetry, Spoken Word, spokenword
An hour,An hour glass,Sand
Sand,time,division.
Twenty four,sixty minutes, then …a day
Waiting on the time you return.
There is no love to lose just hope we go till we both in an urn.
Together of course when time will allow.
Old photos and memories stain the brain proud.
Joys of a sad heart small moments need to seep .
Sand in the hour glass leads me to believe we will never stop moving like sand in the glass .
Turn it over is like turn a new page we get a new start to keep right.
Thoughts of my San…
Wait you are the reason I put life in pencil Your Mistakes are the reason for the eraser .
I forget about them and keep the best for the pain on the paper.
Who can number the gains of sand in the glass.
Each grain can be a memory of the great things we have.
The tight space in the middle where it makes the sand fall slow that’s us holding on not wanting to go.
It may seem long to a person that doesn’t value time.
Like when you waiting one minute get off working to get work off your mind.
I wait for you patient like the minutes might rewind and take my mind back in time to when my heart could find.
Time after time division with more division I stare ever ready for your love that’s addiction .
Focused….. on..this…hour….glass.
An hour,An hour glass,Sand
21 Wednesday Oct 2015
Posted in Poetry, Spoken Word, spokenword
The truth is what you have you hold.
Hate to let go and be ready to never fold.
Forget the past stand strong and be bold.
Break the cycle of your parents be together until the days you grow old.
Only love that one the those get no acces code.
Create a lock on your heart and lock in on your goals.
Great to see things are still strong so stay on that road.
Ripe for the picking was her heart came together from the cold.
Controlled bad intentions warmed her soul now she bold.
Being able to speak her mind without the bind.
Lined the path to your soul so you both can shine.
20 Thursday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry, spokenword
Having a mental connection.
Having in mind the need for protection.
Wanting to have perfection.
The miles are crazy but the miles are crazy.
It’s too many miles away.
Can’t hold your baby or console your baby.
Does she love the same maybe.
The miles are crazy many miles from your baby.
There is only a mental connection.
Never seen in the physical but her words are strong close to keeping you warm.
From a cold world a few saying live on.
She knows what to say to empower your day.
Wants to know your deepest thoughts so you never think astray.
Played too many games in past as most men do not on purpose just new to what real love do.
The miles are crazy too many miles from a real lady.
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Thoughts Of Sand 