Humility

i wish i knew love enough to write about it
the story of my life
as it pleases
love goes in and out of it
teasing me
subtly appeasing me
as it sees fit

im not an old man
still a baby in this thing called life
and if a wise man knows his ignorance
than is it correct to admit my ignorance
as wisdom??
am i getting it?

tough concept to crack
but as a writer i do this daily
crack concepts in half
life philosophies
id never skip that class

im just getting a little older now
love realizes this
bed feeling a little colder now
messing with these random chicks
i wish
i knew about love enough to write about it.

when we were younger it was so simple, wasnt it?
it be that one chick
one dude
who made you think about no one else
for a time
oh she's a dime
i might wife her
now jay-z is married with kids on the way
funny how life is
if
i could just get her a powder blue rock-a-wear suit
white nike her...
it would be simple right?
if all love was like high school love
passing notes left to right
staying up on the phone all night
rebelling against parents that just want your schooling to be your only sight
yea right
that was high school love

im older now
with these grown man hands
im making grown man plans
i got grown man demands
demand grown woman sands to wade through
simply nice smiles and big butts wont due
but a woman of substance
a love like this
im into

i wish
i knew about love enough to write about it
but really
a lovely lady of substantial virtue
would always do
no one perfect
but one who strives to better herself
therefore as a couple, we improve
complimentary
like the sun and moon

lets make stars together
a new universe
pure creation
hand in hand
a love like this
i wish
i knew enough about love to write about it
no
i wish
i knew enough about love to talk about it
no
i wish i knew enough about love to be about it
to be about you.
i wish
i knew
you

JustWords (To Mckenzie)

She came in rain
Divinely out of routine
I could tell y'all how beautiful she is
But that would be absurd
Because when I told y'all...
It would be
Just words

She came in rain...
Like mother nature does
to bring nutrients back to the earth
Spreading life
Good fortune
Heavenly wealth
I could tell y'all how beautiful she is
But it would be just words...

Because she came in rain
A sweeping motion of love that god sends
To tired waters
And hungry grounds

Replenishment
A family of matriarchs just got one more

Absolution
We prayed
We.swayed back and forth
Asking god to bless her with wisdom's girth

She came in rain
Couldn't have asked for a healthier frame
She came
In rain
Opened her eyes one time to see the world
That should call home
To see the world that she would condone
To see the world that would house her throne.
She blinked
Simplicity
Ethereally

Of grace
Of god

She came in rain
Integral to loveliness
Amazing personified
She was given to the world
A true woman to exemplify.

I tell you this day...
Of when I saw the queen.
I could tell you how beautiful she is...
But that would simply be absurd
To tell of her beauty
Would basically be
Just words.

And they are not enough.

Green

its only right her favorite color is green
i can relate
the bite of her lip
the sway of her walk
her style
her beauty
her grace
not to sound cliche
but i can relate

its only right that her favorite color is green
its growing on me too
time spent apart
to a momentary embrace
inhaling her scent
that will linger on the tip of my nose
the rest of the day
i can relate

its only right that her favorite color is green
another thing we have in common
now
the brush she paints her toenails with
the washcloth she washes herself with
her belly button ring
that little bastard
continuously attached to her frame
im green
and its only right

dont judge me
because its my choice to be away
and even if that doesnt make sense
that doesnt change how i feel

and its only right
right?

Lost pt 3

i am lost
i am logistically and unequivocally in a place i thought id never see again
and ironically i cant
for darkness fills the space where i camp
but
its the warmest
most accomplished feeling of absence of light
like a beautiful night
no stars, no moon just
a beautiful night
what me and you have goes well beyond sight
so light i dont need
or eyes, for that matter
to see
that i am lost
im kinda lost in you
like
waldo in those activity books
girl im so hooked
this is so true
like a remix hidden in the last track of a beyonce cd
im simply difficultly lost in you and me

see
for the longest you were so coveted
and to keep it fresh ima invert it
so now ill say lost am i
you are my best girlfriend award nominee
and yea
you know to get with me them other chicks may try
but you are my only needed utility
my endlessly large flash drive
my re-writable cd-rom
so i guess messing with them other girls is a waste of my damn time
my feelings live on

i call you the monopoly
in my mind
you own all the properties
board walk all the way around to park place
and you own all the utilities so i guess that means
when you land on me you get 10Xs what on the dice
lady you right
in every sense of the word
so its never absurd
to say lost am i
the affect you have on me starts at the tip of my brain
and goes all the way down
filling chambers with blood along the way
getting me aroused so i have to sit down

see
when we touch
the other cells in me get jealous of my skin
each one of them would endlessly perform meiosis and mitosis
just to feel you again
this feeling cant be a sin

you're what i know i deserved
you are so deep in my heart
heat it up
no longer frost
in you
im so lost.

Lost pt2

you are the sun in my universe
with you, my mind, constantly cursed
you know this of course
and a thought like that isnt bad
but im tripping cuz its something i never had
before you
and its true i made you wait when you wanted me to be your dude
but at the time my heart was withered
i had to consider a change in my attitude
to be with a lady like you
of your amplitude?
i wouldnt wanna take that lightly
the choice i had to make rightly
cuz you been through too much
too many bad things
guys doing your heart like the wreck of a train
acting like they are all supreme
like they stepped out of your dreams
acting like they are all-supreme
that ends with me

see
i had to make sure i was ready
to be with you faithfully and steadily
on my mind heavily
cuz your so heavenly
Aphrodite
your beauty
so mighty
like eons ago
your essence was frozen
encased in a capsule hidden from humanity
traced through the centuries
and now it is ethereally
unleashed upon me

and now i am so lost
like, like like, like
trying to find the 186,000th root of infinity
i am lost
in a jumble of numbers
processes and algorithms
i am lost
from here till the end of the century
i am lost
i am so lost...
i am lost

Lost pt1

im kinda lost
in you
and its crazy cuz i kinda want you to know
that im kinda lost in you
i have lost
myself
my intermediate yet subtle way of not trusting people
i have lost my inhibition
my hesitance
my appalling
my uninspiring
disbelief that happiness can be found
in you
i have lost
myself
my trigonometric belief that there are three sides to everything
like
his side/her side/the truth
beginning/middle/end
parents/lovers /friends
sky/water/sand
for us there are no sides
just you and me
in 2-D
mathematical rays
aligned along the same plane
stretching on in one direction
endlessly

if what we had was a tooth pick
we couldnt be any skinnier
and if we are rays i guess that makes us co linear
like the midnight ride of paul revere
i couldnt be more sincere when i say
im kinda lost
in you

PoetryScorned pt2

*part 2 of poetry scorned. read immediately after part 1*

dont call it writers block.
im passed all that.
past 6 months my pen been gaining weight
now its fat
not so simple to just pick up and write anymore
im wack
seems poetry was mad at me and took my pen out to eat
a lot
now i learn my pens been cheating on me with all the poetry it got
reason behind it being so heavy

it dont care about keeping it tight any more
its found a love more unconditional
more complete
more hardcore
what ive come to know as poetry scorned

so dont call it writers block
im past being lazy.
my pen being cheating on me
with poetry
now they're having a baby
called scorn
so now im listening to poetry's confessions
and im asking

poetry? how could you go?
around and hurt me so?
i tried
so hard to please you baby
but i just cant seem to, baby

and im heart broken
or broken-hearted because my pen and poetry betrayed me
i thought they'd be my future
them id always see
so now im stuck past writers block
past off my game
past saying "ill write tomorrow"
past being called lame
past watching 8mile
or listening to a black ice cd
past not being a poet
past wishing i was half as good as i used to be
stuck between looking at all my poetry books
and simply not writing anymore....
dealing with this
poetry
scorned