This is number 7 of my top ten most powerful poem. I will be reblogging 6 more poems after this then I will be moving on for good. I hope you enjoy reading this.
This is number 8 of my top 10 most powerful poems.
This is number 9 of my top 10 most powerful poems “Devil’s Politics ” and to me the most powerful line in this poem is
“Devils is the president that’s winning
and fallen angles are the corrupted politicians in the house of Congress
utilizing musical instruments and technology.”
For my next to blogs, I will be reblogging my top ten most powerful poems I since I started blogging in August 2017.
This is number 10 “Meaning Of Fear” and to me the most powerful line in this poem is
“Handgun on my waist for power and protection.
Killing is evil but self defense is an exception”
I am letting you know that I will be taking a very long hiatus after December, In fact I may be leaving for good. I will be taking a long break from writing poetry and from blogging. This is actually my last original poem I will be uploading. From this point forward I will be reblogging my top ten most powerful poems I have written since August 2017.
Well read and intellectually nimble.
In public remain civil
but my gaze was tranquil.
Flattered by her appearance
but refused to give an compliment
as I approached her in silence
She admired my vigilance
but was startle by my existence
since it was all of a sudden.
Astonished she accepted my presence.
Exploring her curves and she was blushing.
She and I began eye fucking.
Eyes becoming watery like I was snorting
the white horse
My interest became an addiction and I secretly thank God for my hormones.
Dick became hard like Bruce Lee knuckles.
Inside of her thighs looked liked a rain puddle.
Like toasted everything bagel she was too hot to me and I was to her.
To other people watching us the attraction for each other was obvious but me her were oblivious towards everything around us.
We was ready to sin because we were inflamed with lust.
Not giving a fuck, we suddenly undressed each other.
I was more hornier than ever.
I knew better but it was whatever because right then and there I had to fuck her.
Slid my penis in and I began to thrust her.
People walked by were cheering us on
Cars driving by was beeping their horns.
We were all over the park’s lawn.
I kept thrusting until I came inside her gave her a creampie.
Still naked looking up and the sky
felt like I was in heaven until my wife walked past by and saw me.
Whispering in your ear, the minute we open the double doors
Finger you in the theater, drop the panties to the floor
I beat it hard like its drumline, Nick Cannon in the front row
Cocky attitude, can’t read, and yet hitting it like a pro
I never look down, my strokes are profound,
cover your mouth so you don’t make a sound,
bitting your lip, pound after pound
Hardcore and you feel it deep in the core.
Calling me daddy, like Eddie Murphy on Daddy day care.
Ironically I will take care of your body as I’m pulling your hair.
I’m telling you keep you voice low, don’t want nobody to hear.
Grinding and I be lying if I said I wasn’t in my feelings.
Every ounce of cum from your pink pussy, I’m feeling.
Pussy pink like the energizer bunny.
Biting down on your night gown with your two front teeth.
You are so horny it’s actually scary,
I’m dumbfounded like Uncle Phil when conversing with Hillary.
I always had hour power, but you reduced me to a minute man.
Nutting inside you was not part of my plan.
But times up, time for me to scram.
Always remember, don’t let nobody judge you because you will make a wonderful single mother
and I will love you forever
In my reality I witness hell with mass destruction.
When I imagine, I see the beauty of dreams.
In my reality, I feel pressure around me.
When I imagine, I see smiles and hear laughter.
In my reality, I see lighting and hear thunder.
When I imagine, the pain is rain, and protection is the umbrella.
In my reality, the fortune and fame makes my mind wanders because I’m poor like a farmer experiencing a famine.
When I imagine, I’m surrounded by angels, have no concerns whatsoever
In my reality, everyday I am conquered by a new demon.
In my imagination, I see the outside appearance of Lucifer.
In my reality, I know I’m ugly because the inside
of my heart is evil like Satan.
In my imagination, my heart is enclosed with love
In my reality my heart is enclosed with lust
while I pray to the spirit above.
In my imagination, my mind is a bird that flies to every destination
In my reality, I’m a bear stuck in a trap and my mind is a car stuck in traffic because of an accident.
In my imagination, I feel like I can accomplish everything
In my reality, I feel like a disappointment because I accomplished nothing
Alot on my mind
Alot to say
Alot of time
to think all day.
I woke up today
on my mind
every single time.
Head is more crowded
than a prison.
My head is a cellblock
and each thought
is a cell.
So narrow, no room
Annoys me like
a kid with a stick
Is it misery
As I think suddenly
about the pain
that causes me
an affliction so deep
My faith drowns in
a pool of hate.
Imagine waking up
thinking your car can break
down any moment.
Imagine waking up 5am
on purpose to leave the house
to avoid seeing your parent
Imagine waking up loving
but regret a relationship
for not having money
in your pocket.
Imagine working 2 jobs
with no days off
and still barely making it.
Imagine waking up
almost damn near 30
and still not independent
compared to your siblings.
Imagine waking up
and addicted to masterbating
because you fear
that you might be lacking
in the sex department
Imagine waking up feeling
because you tired of seeing
the same faces.
Imagine waking up
realizing that it’s going
to be a long night of studying
Imagine waking up tired
but can’t take off because
of being broke
and have to make
room in your head to make
plans for your girlfriend.
Imagine waking up
upset with yourself
because you can’t
afford therapy sessions
doesn’t cover it.
My body is a rope
and my thoughts
are playing tug of war
with my body.
Peace I get hardily any.
I seek close distance
but can’t touch.
I realized this in my sleep
when last night I dreamed
I met the former president
I was at buffalo wild wings
with my sister,
I just happen to look next
I saw him sitting right next
to me in a booth
with a blue tie matching
his dark blue suit
and black alligator shoes.
He was eating with his
Barack had a cheeseburger
on his plate.
Then I looked at his face.
I was astonished because
like why would the most famous
black man be a local
buffalo wild wings.
So I’m staring at him
then he stares back at me.
He extends his hands
“I’m Barack and you are?”
When he said that I was beyond
I almost fainted.
I got on my knees
and met eye level with his legs
and hugged it.
Now I don’t exactly remember what happened
Barack did tell me
he was preparing for a speech.
I had a million questions to ask him
but my main question to him was
“In 2008 when you won the election,
Was you nervous, did you have doubts
that you wasn’t going to be a good president?”
I never got an answer because I woke up
from my dream.
The example of my dream is my real life.
When I feel like I get closer to accomplishing something,
my doubts consumes me realizing life is harder
than I imagine
and rejection is more common than accomplishments
Life was hard but I’m still living.
The pool was deep but I’m still swimming.
Found away to stay above and remain floating.
I was in darkness, but the light is slowly glowing,
like something sparks that glowing in the dark.
It rained and thunderstorms, but the rays of the sun
shines mighty strong.
It shines in front, around, and behind my body as I stand tall
A taste of the precious moments in life, but getting to this point
was a tough fight.
I was at a civil war with the two sides of my personalities.
I lost a few battles, and it affected me mentally,
and the affects were drastically,
draining all the energy out of me, unconsciously.
Not knowingly, I would be struggling,
to live peacefully,
from allowing myself to be hurt from the enemy.
For a while,I thought I wasn’t going to make it.
I had a mind and it was full of consciousness,
but I felt like the Timman,
no heart so I became heartless.
I became oblivious
towards my responsibilities,
due to the painful deep
thoughts that killed my heart spiritually.
One day at a time, my heart is exercising
and the organ is developing.
Gradually become stronger, I hop over
the gate of misery and start fresh
with a clean slate.
Happily take measurements of my heart rate,
and more precious than a gold plate.
Going through some type mental update,
inside voices telling me
“Never too late,
life is hard but it’s never too late”,
so I choose to have faith.
I was sprayed with mase,
but I can still see.
My heart was broken in half,
but I can still see.
I failed on a opportunity
, but I still dream.
I lost on forever, but I have a family.
You hurt me yes, for a good while
and I went through misery,
but you did not break me.
You won some battles,
but I got the last word, I said
Victory, you only thought you tasted a drip,
but I won the war and I’m captain and nobody
but me sail my own ship.