Dream Hard

I stunt on these niggas

intellectual

never front for no figures

sapiosexual

who loves a good figure

light brown skin

match my dark brown liquor

I lick her; I love her. I kiss her;

I light my best with her

And when she’s high enough

She starts to paint her perfect picture

Just so happens that

I’m in it

With her

in her

She drops some jewels in my ear

as we journey to her center.

Where it’s

cooler than your hottest summer

warmer than your coldest winter

Paradise is quite nice to be honest nigga

Foreign flicks

exotic spliffs

main characters of brown-er tint

plot twists and her hips.

Poems from passion-nets

She cast from her lips 

to my neck to my chest

to my fingertips

where my pen is

writing this along her walls

contrary to the song

it will never fall

my my my

Kemetic queen

my nubian baby doll

I saw you in a dream

And I decided I would dream hard…

if it’s a million miles to your heart,

I’d be sure to wear good shoes

And carry lots of water

Sipping on memories of you. 

I found sex personified as a person

I’ve met plenty of people

But none as pure with such potential

I’ve pushed past pulchritude 

B/c I preyed on her mental

B/c I prayed for her mental

Where I found peace and pleasure

Rather than the pangs that pierced

me in the past

I pushed powerful pros to paper 

to make it last 

I pushed powerful pros to paper 

to make her crash

to make her crash 

to make her crash

Lookin for my Carmen

Jones

I gotta jones for your lips soft like Charmin

Ohh

And so sweet we

Mid coitus exchanging body heat

And without the time signature

We move to the beat

Whether four four or six eight

I have you prostrate

Kissin your back

As my hands caress your face

The same hands that ripped your lace

Because passions has no manners

And you speak that freaky talk

The kind that

Sta- sta- sta- stammers

Incomprehensible banter

All hours of the night

Turned into hours in the day

It was just the moon, the sun, and us

As we layed in moments we called our own

That’s why I gotta find her

I’m looking for Carmen Jones…

I always looked at love

Through rose colored glasses

Because the rose color is the color of my passion
And blood

I got cut and it all came crashing down as the frames fell off of my lashes

@ school for 4 years and they never had classes
For this

But I could write a dissertation on your lavish-ness
And kiss

It was hit or miss, but we used to be so classic

But I was like e…pses and you were more like da—hes

I was more like a run on and you were more like a clause

Come around once a year then you never call

But when I’m in your presence, babygirl we have a ball…
Doll, I swear that

You said it all through your actions

You can be MJ just let me be your Paxson

Depend on me when you need anything to happen

You swooned me with your words
But doll,

You said it all with your actions.

You’re always yearning for what doesn’t really shine, but has a dull glow. You are always more lack than lust. But you loved to lust the lack there of, and it never was the overall entity. Rather, it was the moments in between here and the next smile. Her your smile never really shines; it glows below eyes that are sharp as knives Billy Mays sold. And they blinked on my soul…  

• There are many times
• in crevices of your mind
• where thoughts of me reside
• because in my mind
• I have that place for you

• Despite all the bullshit
• i know that it is filled
• with love smiles and thrills
• because that part of us was true

• And real, so the fake falls
• like love in the gutter
• where the rest of our excess flutters
• because too much of anything
• is never god for you, or us

• Excess like-sex and fights-mostly @ night
• so we could never see the details
• like how your insults cut me so well
• but i only bleed now that you’re gone
• or was it the scar on your arm?
• the beauty mark on your palm?