Have You Ever Had regrets For Giving Up On Someone Or Something?

Closet is not clean,
Skeletons are hiding
and time is a demon
like a child without discipline.
Like gasoline,
the closet is toxic
and the skeletons,
need to get rid of them.
Put them in a coffin
and finally close it.
Love and pain is blinding,
emotions leading to crying
but for different reasons.
Different like the cells
inside the semen.
Still blinded from emotions
so I don’t see men
that can provide motivation.
The ones who hearts aren’t decent
are warriors for the demons
inside my closet.
Personalities are foul
like the smell of garbage
and negative energy
travels like sewage.
Can’t have love without pain
So subconsciously
fell in love with pain
when I learned that
falling in love is painful.
It’s pitiful
being trapped in your own closet.
Remaining still, suffering
while time is moving
like a old man driving
while it’s raining.
No umbrella but withstand the rain
that make puddles
near the drain.
Thoughts run like a drug addict’s
nose from sniffing cocaine.
Mind is racing
but my body is at ease.
For so long I wanted
to seek peace.
Like a homeless man that
wants to eat,
I beg and plead
for these demons to leave me.
It’s like a submissive wife
being abused by her alcoholic husband.
She is nervous and sweating every waking moment.
She loves him but is petrified
of the horrendous beatings.
Is she in love with pain?
Does she stay with him
becuase she believes
she can’t have love without pain?
This type of thinking is insane
like a section 8.
Like a parents reacting
to their teenage daughter getting pregnant
on the first date
is the type of feeling where I can relate.
Frustration and fear is a bad combination.
A pitbull and an American bobtail in the same yard.
A mile away I can just sense the tension
and these demons are staring at me hard.
In my own backyard, I struggle with my demons.
like a man on steroids struggle to maintain an erection.
Need to elude so suicide is what I am contemplating.
An easy way out is to let my demons have the closet.
Need to end my worrying which is destroying my mind
like a earthquake to a building.
Tired of being out numbered and fighting
alone without friends and family
so I will do myself a favor and put myself
inside the coffin.

It will be at least 2 weeks (maybe even longer) before I upload my next post.

Comment below if you think this is a good poem to recite at a open mic!

Comment below if you ever gave up on something and end up regretting it!

Next post I upload will be continuation to this poem of me being in hell and having regrets of committing suicide!

God Bless You All

Prisoner In My Own Life

Trapped with no escape
at the place where I hate.

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My self determination is lost.
Heart right now colder than jack frost.

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I am exposed to the mental torture
by myself in this dark corner.

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Close my eyes and dream,
so bad I wanna be free.

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Open my eyes, my mind plays tricks on me,
force to face the hardship of reality,

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realizing that I am in a place where I must behave submissively.
I as a prisoner, I am own husband or wife,
As you read this, I tell you “Welcome to my life”.

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Writing Is Therapeutic

From left to right

words appear

as I think all night.

I write

from the heart and soul.

My writing is precious

as gold.

Release frustration

and turn combined thoughts

to a full presentation

like a power point slide

and the words I choose

to type

and poetry is the type

of literature I can

express

while in my mind

I’m painting a picture

with deep meanings

at a fast speed

like a baseball

thrown from a pitcher.

In a situation

where I’m hesistant

refuse to accept over thinking

so writing

is my blunt

and I’m smoking ,

Inhaling and exhaling

lyrics and sentences

onto paper

like smoke in thin air

coming from an exhaust pipe.

Smoking a pipe

while I write

ironically thinking

this method will save my life

and I will eat better

than a dyke

having a threesome.

Writing is my freedom

that feeds my belly

and the paper

when I’m publishing

my work through a agency

exposing

to the world.

Writing is my alcohol that heal wounds

Writing is my sun that shine

Writing is the fresh scent like perfume

Writing is the God of love like Cupid

and God heals wounds

that’s why my writing so therapeutic.

What Is Hate?

Hate is hot coal that burns my feet.

Hate is poison meat from rat feeces

in which I eat.

Hate is more hot than a kettle

that damages my vessels

like acid.

Hate is an assassin

that slays love

and leaves your heart

a blue print

to guide the mind

and construct it

into an addiction

more additive

than smoking a cigarette

which leads me to death

and lungs turn dark and black.

Hate is the color of white

ashamed of the color black

so white see black and run

like a relay race.

Hate is a prison shank

that cuts my face

so deep

I can stick my tounge

through my cheeks.

Hate is when I have swollen red gums

becuase I didn’t take care of my teeth

so I hate to smile or giggle.

Hate is being jealous

of the minds that are intelligent

becuase my mind is simple

like a 5th grader that can’t comprehend

that fractions and decimals are equivalent.

Hate is when being broke and black

strip the rich and white naked

of everything

for resmicing

not having nothing

on Chrstmas Day.

Hate is receiving a life sentence

for a crime you didn’t commit

so you burn bibles

and think all disciples

are hypocrites

and think Jesus is an idiot

to love your enemy.

So Satan gives you the tools

to seek revenge on God

telling you

to use the haterd you got

and that’s your secret weapon

which is more death-dealing

than a nuclear weapon.

Birthday Poem Sent To Me

This poem wasn’t written by me. This poem was given to me by someone who is special to me and this poem will always have a special place in my heart.

“Babe HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!! 🌈🎂🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉 I know to you this is just another day but, today is my man’s birthday and I think he’s a pretty good guy that deserves to have a day that’s special. Although we won’t be seeing each other today, know that I’m excited to celebrate with you 😘😘😘😘. Also here’s a little something that I hope will make you smile:

Dear David Michael Hockaday,
Today you are 28 today.
Not old, just sweeter as you go.
A handsome gentleman, you may have been told.
You are a special kind of guy that deserves the sentimental things in life I can’t lie.
A stellar birthday I hope is in store, a day to show how you should be adored.
You say that you are a simple guy but, that doesn’t mean I can’t explain how you’re as humble as pie.
For people like you, they deserve a birthday parade. With lots of excitement such as young kids in an arcade.
The type that a person willingly wants to give gifts but, upon request a gift from the heart will equip.
I absolutely love the man that you are and praying that me and you will go far.
A place for you I have like a star in the sky, maybe this weekend you can ask me why.
Giving me butterflies while hitting the spot as I say. The main thing I want for you is to enjoy your day.
The point of me sending this poem is to say Happy Birthday David, have a lovely day!”

The Art OF Music

Music touches your heart.
Music touches your soul.
Music is a work of art.
Music in your life, plays a role.
Music is like the bible.
Music makes you think about real life situations.
Music is believable
Music comes from words of an actual person that been through difficult situations
Music gives you an explanation on why things happen
Keep listening to music and one day, you’ll may receive a blessing towards your situations.

Teach Me The Game Ghost

Ghost is his name

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Tariq just wanna learn the game

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If ghost didn’t betray Kanan

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Tariq wouldn’t need saving

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Tasha as well is the blame

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Right now Ghost and Tasha are in pain
for the lost of their daughter

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Tasha is a gold digga 
and ghost is a drug dealer

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Ghost  tries to go clean 
but life towards him is mean 
because he tries to go clean
but his sins haunt him.

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Behind his back
Tariq taunts him.

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Kanan wants to kill him
Kanan wants vengeance 

He is ruthless
but he just asking for loyalty

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Dre is sneaky

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He lied to Ghost and Tommy
about Tariq

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So the shit he about to get into is deep
like how Terry silver penetrated Tasha

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and yet some fans say she a ride or die,
                                                 A good wife and a mother? 🤔🤔🤔
Ghost cheated too

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but Ghost was trying to make his dreams come true
and Angela believed him too

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Tasha was a roadblock
Tasha was another problem Ghost had to fight

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She didn’t help him fight his problems
A very unsupportive and disloyal wife
fucking Sean late nights

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while Ghost was working
hard to provide a better life for his children

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but Ghost was oblivious 
not satisfying his children’s need
because Tasha warned him about Tariq 
being disrespectful.

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Now Tariq might be in too  deep
ever since Kanan got him addicted to lean

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and now Kanan’s shoulder 
is where he let his head lean.

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Kanan turned Tariq into a gangsta,
avenging the death of his sister 

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He threatening Dre 
to get the drop on Rae Rae

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Took his mom’s gun and killed Rae Rae.

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So what’s to happen  next?
Tommy Ghost and Kanan looking to seek revenge.

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Can Ghost and Kanan set aside their differences?

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Will Kanan show Tariq the rest of the blueprint 
to being gangsta?

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Will ghost prevent this to happen 
or will he listen 
as Tariq make his request
“Teach me the game ghost”

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Questions That Are Good Potential Blog Topics?

God showed how much he loved us by sending his one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him” – 1 John 4:9

Before I go any further with my questions, I’m not 100% sure as of now but I could be taking a another break from blogging. For one, I have alot of shit I’m going through right now and I plan to take my poetry to another level by going to open mics, joining a poetry contest, and maybe getting my poems published. I wanna thank all of my followers I have gained since I started blogging. I really want to give a special thanks to my close followers and supporters because they always take the time to read my post and give me feedback. It’s easy to gain followers but it’s hard to build a fan base and make connections with people so I am thankful for the dedicated followers that support me 😎

I have a few questions that I think about since I am a curious person

1) What is the best relationship advice you can give somebody that don’t believe in God?

2) Do you notice that people that ask you to support them, will never support anything you do?

3) Why do we worship God, is it because we love God or is it because we fear God?

4) If you read the previous question, is it more common for people to be loyal to you because they love you or fear you?

5) How has social media made people anti-social in real life?

6) Why is it so hard to find a job in your career after you graduate college and why does internships and basic entry level jobs require experience like where are you suppose to get experience if every internship requires experience?

7) I may be crossing the line with this question but do you think bloggers use other bloggers just for support(if you confused just comment below and I will go in detail)?

8) Be honest, when you are reading a blog, what makes you more interested into reading a post?

9) Is it harder for a father to raise a daughter or for a mother to raise a son?

10) What are the pro’s and con’s of being a house wife?

11) What are the pro’s and con’s of being a working wife?

12) If a woman see a guy in her class, at her job, or at her church, and she thinks he is attractive and she wants to get to know him, should she approach him and ask him out or should she wait for him to approach her?

13) When is it acceptable for parents to lie to their kids?

14) If you are miserable at your job, should you wait until you find another job or should you just quit because your happiness comes first?

15) Do you believe that you can make it to heaven if you refuse go to church but you believe God and read the bible?

16) What is the most common thing that marriage couples argue about?

17) How long and how often should you pray to God?

18) If Bill Cosby was to pass away soon, overall was he positive influence towards black people in America?

19) Why is life unfair?

20) Based on where you live, who you live with, where you work, and who you work for, are you truly happy?

21) Do all truth comes to light or do people take secrets with them to the grave?

22) Do you think Valentines Day is overrated?

23) If men are suppose to be head of the household, what happens if the man dies, who will be head of the household if the man dies?

24) If all women were housewives and the cost of living was cheaper, would the divorce rate be much lower?

25) Do you support gay marriage?

26) Can judging a book by it’s cover save your life?

Whats Unforgivable In A Relationship

My plan

is to kill a man

that fucked my spouse

in my house.

It hurts my stomach

as I picture him

taking off her blouse.

Quiet as a mouse

as watched

from the windows

from outside

covering her mouth.

Giving it to her good

I can tell by the looks

on her face.

I felt ashamed.

I felt the pain

and I’m crying

by the window frame.

 I pull out the pistol.

Revenge need to get out

of my system.

I try to subdue

my resistance

as I converse with

my bullets.

They thought I was foolish.

The dragon was whispering

and provided me

with  hollow tips.

I aim at the window

Pow Pow

I shoot two bullets

to stop the movement

of them having sex.

The feeling felt like the best

I ever had.

I went in the house

but become more sad.

This was really bad

I thought to myself.

I made a mistake

and it’s too late

to take back

I looked down at the dead

bodies and what I thought

was my wife

was actually  my daughter.

Holy Shit

I killed my own daughter.

This was really bad

I thought to myself.

I made a mistake

and it’s too late

to take back

Death makes no mistake

Or does it?

 

1 Peter 3:9 –  Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may obtain a blessing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Like Me, White Like You

Before you read my poem, I just want to say a few things that I always think about!

I always wonder on social media(especially on twitter) I notice that black people always say stuff like

“Black Men, I love y’all. Y’all are so strong. I appreciate y’all!”

“Black women……..we are the shit and I love y’all fine asses too”

“It’s very motivating to see young black people making moves and being successful”

Now I am a black man and I want black people to do well and exceed. In all honesty, I want every race to succeed. Now I notice black people on social media compliment each other and express how beautiful black people are and that’s great but in reality, how come I don’t see this same support in real life? Doesn’t it feel like black people compete with each other instead of trying to help each other in real life? Besides social media, what are some ways that black people can support each other in real life? Besides boxing and dancing, do you feel like black are a step behind every other race in this world? Let’s say in the google search bar, you typed in “Men” and then you select the images tab, now do you see more white men faces or black men faces? Why do we celebrate black history during the month of February? Instead of celebrating black history during February, why can’t history be history and we celebrate black and white people from the past together every month all year round? Why are we taught in elementary schools that Christopher Columbus discovered America? How can white people be more supportive against black people and fight with us against racism so black people can achieve more?

Another scenario I wanna make is, lets say you take the average young black man about in his twenties. His best friend is a white man name “Tom”. They been friends for years. One day, Tom seems him in the street and tries to give him a hug and says to the black man “Wassup my nigga”. Now how do you think the average black man would respond?

Now after you answer that question, let’s say Tom was black, hell lets say Tom was black and the young black man Tom only knew each other for a few months and Toms says “Wassup my nigga” now how do you the the average black man would respond? After you answer this question, is your answer different from the answer you provided for the previous question?

Imagine you reverse the color of your skin

and your now among a different trend.

To experience a new life, a new difference.

To see what it’s like to have parents

that are complete opposites of what your use to.

Is their really a difference between black and white people?

Based on declaration of Independence, are all men created equal?

Let’s say for a week, I switched lives with a white guy and see things

through his eyes and he see things through mine.

What would I see?

I vision a difference.

I now come from a different birth place, different space.

See different people, see different faces.

I see the powerful unity between I and my siblings

and we have the same parents.

Coworkers and their friendly persona without much drama.

It’s definitely an honor to dressing a fancy suit

with my own office

Through the help with my parents and thought out choices,

my career will take me to long places.

Good grades in high school and college.

Even though I’m friendly with everybody,

I refused to get involved with ignorance so

I never got accustomed to black faces.

I kept my distance.

Even with the help of Martin Luther King,

I never comprehended the ignorance and violence

towards one another the blacks demonstrated.

Their race as a whole is devastating.

This is what I see in a white man dream.

But what does white man see in me in his dream?

He visions a difference.

Now he comes from a different birth place.

Now dwell in a different space.

See different people, different faces.

Forced to endure betrayal of his siblings

and live under a roof of a single parent.

Co-worker act friendly in front of each other faces

but deep down really jealous of each other.

Workers are being abused by supervisors

and the poor management and constant drama.

It’s a shame to work at a place where he only make

a dollar above minimum wage.

Even though he had decent grades in college,

yet still struggling to reach high places.

He learned in this world

it’s not what you know,

it’s who you know with the right color face.

He is constantly involved in ignorance and drama,

but really just wanna be friendly with everybody.

Hard to find friends of his kind, so he looks to find

friends of the kind of mine.

The black people, he keeps his distance,

unfortunately the white people resist him.

Plus his own kind think he is a sellout.

He realize his race as a whole is devastating.