Posts tagged poetry
Posts tagged poetry
sun kissed i
thought this up
in my sun kissed mind
being kissed by the sun
on an herb type h^gh
blow the herb to the clouds
and watch son shine
sun kissed black hair broad nose full lips
sun kissed the moors the slaves Kemet
sun kissed my mind my nigga don’t trip
my nigga get hip
since all that’s black, im black as shit
olmec shit
they ‘ont make shit this black anymore
not this or that but
black from before
where you see black amor
so you feel blacker more
now you feel black and sore like
all these niggas all these bitches
thinkin like men yall all ridiculous
think like Maya
think like hooks
think like Davis
think like Brooks
we real cool in this League come look
i’m the son of the daughters of the dust
dashed to these jewels in my mind
dug around just to find
the treasure of not givin fxcks
they mine
so i say what i want
i’m black i shine
i glow bruce leroy flow
baby take it to the flo
just a little mo
throw ya head back
arch ya back
say it i’m black and beautiful
I
ain’t been “ok” in 5 years
my big gorgeous smile
a facade for my peers.
“What’s good nigga?”
“Ain’t shit”, but my fears
still afraid to weep
due to the weight of my tears.
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I find it hard to sleep
with the tears( tah-airs) from the years
my heart was ripped the fuck up
and tossed to the rear
she movin on
and i did it appeared.
but i find it hard to sleep;
maybe i’m part of the weak?
but i’m still here.
i am l o v e .
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these 4-letter clothes
fit the root of my locs
down to my pinky toes.
apologies to those
women who were brilliant
thus lust my naked pose
women who were splendid
thus lust my naked prose
and my naked poems,
then dress me up like we got somewhere to go.
so I left…
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a trait I picked up from my father
gone, came, and left.
returned, stayed, played, and left.
and if that was with his kids
then how his sons’ gon live? like
“You good, babygirl go head and rock your crown
you’re my queen to be, but I can’t be around.”
So I left, like my pops
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and ain’t been “ok” in 5 years
my big gorgeous smile
a facade for my peers.
i’m goin through somethin
i ain’t in your atmosphere
dashboard, newsfeed or timeline
i’m tryna find my piece of peace of mind
piecing together the pieces
that were broken by lies
my peace comes in pieces i digest one at a time
til em belly full and em spirit be divine.
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i swo’ i was goin out of my mind
i lit the sensimilla for a recreation high
puffed 3 times and couldn’t believe my eyes
they heard what my ears saw
the almighty God,
she said,
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goodchild on a whitecloud
shine bright emit light
fight dark follow heart
and l o v e like you ‘posed to.”
i nodded my head
she kissed my skin and said “go boo.
do what i say; i speak truth.
if l o v e is the end
then l o v e is in you.”
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i am l o v e .
i am l o v e .
i am l o v e .
i am light.
black and under pressure shine bright
the fact the pressure dimmed my poems
but i lost vanity to release my bruce leroy glow
mental alchemy
turned prison bars in to gold.
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the spoils of my mind
could’ve spoiled in my mind
if fear continued to reside.
but that bitch got evicted,
now my whole spirit’s lifted.
this is the gifted
perpetual high
so when the herb’s lit
it’s augmented
bitch you can’t kill my vibe
you can’t steal my shine
but you can have my l o v e
transmitted through God given talent from above.
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sono a m o r e .
Tell me about the things you don’t speak about.
those things you bury in the creaky crevices of your psyche.
Try me.
Tell me those things your conscious lies about.
Deep down you fight and cry about
all on your insides. all in those places where you can hide,
from every one else
but your motherfuckin self.
Tell me.
what is there to lose? Your dignity is gone;
you live in a cocoon
built out of lies.
deep down
you hope the truth to breakthrough
to live your life and fly
but it’s too comfy to move.
changing lies into 1/2 truths
you learned the alchemy
of the blind-
hearted and unkind.
I Found heaven at your entrances
Your Smile, eternal and worthwhile,
Sings the 7th
Sings the 7th
Sings the seventh choral arrangement.
A diapason composed of digitized coital echoes and
Melodic runs of body language
Turnt up so it’s felt up.
In concert you
Fluently deliver the metaphysical
In a way only your hips can articulate
In a way humans barely appreciate
But angels praise.
Moving in the time signature of forever
And rt the fuck now
Curly auburn tendrils adorn your crown
As we mortals, await anxious, for the slip
Of your sound.
Off your skin kiss
Sugar Brown
Rather than sip of the sweet waters you perspire
I choose to drown. Excess never felt like this.
Turn excess in to forever by the time the herb twist
Puff once for love two for trust and three for truth
And may we cease to exist and let the low lying smoke
Be our only proof.
Taken by the wind
Free from sin
Wanderlust took our wonder love
To places we have yet been.
We stayed we came we went.
No longer searching for each other
But vacationing to peace.
In the wind we fell from the glint
In the eyes of the fruit
That hung from the hemp
But we were bound to rise again
Nurtured by the skin of Mama Earth
Whom took the time
To bless me with Her tint
It’s a gift not a curse
The crux of evil men
Is for them to rule the earth
And destroy the Heaven sent
But what’s survival of the fittest
When another is committed
To destruction and derision
But we still came up out that ig’nance
And we’re livin and we’re livin
We are shining like Bruce
Leroys of the future swingin
Swords of holy truth
Hatori Hanzo how I do
Crafting this for us to use
For slicing ma’fuckers
Still reaping stranger fruit
You see…
We the seeds We the seeds
We the seeds that fell from the poplar trees.
Watered by the tears and spit of the families. And we grew strong toward sunshine.
who tries to capture the wind?
it comes and it goes as it pleases.
rather
lean in to its touch,
fall in to its kiss,
whether it be gentle or passionate.
cherish the moment(s),
l i v e i n t h e m
f e e l i n t h e m
l o v e i n t h e m
if only for a second,
for they are as fleeting
as the wind itself.
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.
Did I ever cross your mind?
Make me understand
Bc all I have is time
Put me in your plans
You said I always cross the line
Baby, I’m a man
I heard you tried them other niggas
they can’t love like I can
You say I’m always on the run
I told you come with
And we could run to the sun
Be on our n.e.r.d. shit
But you were stuck in your cool
That absurd shit
And it was worthless
Cuz them cool people never scratched your surface
‘But we were urban intellects
Musing on music, books, and the internet
And it was heaven whenever we entered sex
Because we never left, unless
Breakfast came to interject.
Remember those good times?
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
Lyrical lust leaves lonely ones satisfied
As my verbs thrust and nouns caress her thighs
Similes kissing the neck of her
I found her spot. I got her locked, verbally sexing her.
My coital conjunctions corrupt her functions
Because I predicated my poetry to play on her potential.
Just think, with a pencil I can provide for her mental
A sensual place to get in to.
And arouse her intellect with my erotic dialect,
This will be a night we’ll never forget.
As I undress her stanza by stanza,
This here is lyrical lust,
Next time I’ll romance her.
Living to exist or living to make an impact? Living in a lie or was she living in the exact?
She always made time for her crazy fuckin ex that
Never really cared he was always just there
@the write right times when
Her confidence was spent
And she was vulnerable to the world
And this nigga cashed in
Like selling her dreams for ninety nine cent
and I said that her confidence was spent
But She wondered where it went
Well, We knew it all along
Us nerds that observe the “cool people’s” goings on
We heard then saw all of him doing wrong
And then cursed @ her for her going along
Cuz she never stopped to think
“He’s never here when I need him.
And it seems I always need him.
But I dont really need him,
cuz without him I have freedom.
He’s restricting and demanding.
And in this pool of love
I am the only one standing.
And he comes up for air just to say my name, ‘Brandy?’
So he can keep me on the hook
Stole my heart up his sleeve
But I am feeling like the crook.
Like if I up and just leave
then his feelings would be shook.
So much time we put in
I resided in his skin
He said he lived for my kiss…”
And that is where she missed.
Tragic love opera
With lumps in our throat we quote this soap opera
She was lost in his cool
And we were always on the outside
Wanting to feel it too
All the hurt and the pain
just to feel the cool…
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…
