I Love All Women (but this is for the black women)

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.

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As a black man

I love me
a black woman.
Dark chocolate
or caramel
I could tell
most of you
been under appreciated.
I’m here to make
you feel appreciated.
In my world
take the lead
become dominant.
Gain your
independence
and picture my
black penis
as your
Declaration
Of Independence.
Don’t care
what other  men
say
you u are not a bitch.
I just wanna massage
your hips
as I kiss your lips.
Then I come
behind you  still
holding your hips as
I read you this

“Your body is a
work of art.
Look in the mirror
and never be afraid
of you who are.
Of all races
Black women
have it the hardest
but your problems
will be acknowledged
All you need is
a man to listen
and I am here to
listen.
Communication
is important.
So tell me your passion
Tell me favorite poem,
R &B…

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Are We Considered Normal If We Don’t Fear Anything?

This is number 8 of my top 10 most powerful poems.

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What we can’t predict, we fear.
We fear what we can or cannot hear.
We thank God when the fear in us
is no longer here.
When I say ‘here‘ I’m talking about the heart.
How does a fear start?
Most know the answer to this; its simple.
When a past situation made the experience difficult
to the point its stuck in your head
and now that particular thought
makes your mind fearful
and the hands shake, legs quickly trembles. Like a fist to the temple, feels like death,
or something trivial like a pimple on a dimple.
The steps are sequential, when fear has potential
to store negative energy in your mind and body.
Fear is typical, slightly increasing like hourly wage when working for night differential.
But what if you fear nobody or nothing?
Ready for today; the minute death decides to take visit,
entering the…

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Devil’s Politics

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

every election

and fallen angles are the corrupted politicians in the house of Congress

utilizing musical instruments and technology.”

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Devils politics

Technology and musical instruments

Artist perform and articulate lyrics

that help build their image

but destroy human population.

Women became thots and bitches

Symbolized as sex images

Sexual conduct is promoted

and girls are idolizing

the artists and videos

on television

and becoming sex objects

A bad bitch, a gangsta bitch

a baby momma and a diva.

We glorify these sexual personas

Gain friends and popularity

through the use of weed smoking.

That loud, that reffer, that purple haze,

orange kush

Different slang name, but it all does the same

damage in the brain.

Cells leaking out the head like semen

which leading women to abortion clinics,

children being neglected and a growth of single parents.

Husband and Wife is conservative

Baby momma and Baby daddy is the alternative

and over the years it became repetitive.

Shit sometimes a life is created out of a situationship

since marriage…

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Meaning OF Fear

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”

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Can you picture my anxiety?
Mind is full of misery, nobody is helping.
Receive 3 curses back to back for every blessing.
Pure stress is what I’m receiving.
The truth is what I believe in , but life is deceiving.
Having me constantly dreaming of heaven
and patiently waiting for the battle of armagedon.
Handgun on my waist for power and protection.
Killing is evil but self defense is an exception
Since the inception of earth murder been existent
Sometimes it’s better to mind your business then to be an eye witness if you wanna make it to Christmas
because a criminal will protect his life by canceling your christmas.
So we become so oblivous when afflicted which makes us into drug addicts.
Addicted to the bad habit can turn a straight man to a faggot.
Sometimes we blame the parents but the most fucked up kids are raised…

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Never Know Who Is Passing By At The Park

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.

Single Mother

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.

Irnoically 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.

Bitting 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 remeber, don’t let nobody judge you because you will make a wonderful single mother

and I will love you forever

Imaginations Vs Reality

When I imagine,  I see blessings from heaven.
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

My Life

Alot on my mind

Alot to say

Alot of time

to think all day.

I woke up today

felt nervous.

1000 thoughts

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

to breathe.

Annoys me like

a kid with a stick

poking me.

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

your girlfriend

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

disappointed

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

because insurance

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.

Unforribidden remedies

I seek close distance

but can’t touch.

I realized this in my sleep

when last night I dreamed

I met the former president

“Barack Obama”.

I was at buffalo wild wings

with my sister,

eating wings.

I just happen to look next

to me.

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

wife “Michelle”.

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

and says

“I’m Barack and you are?”

When he said that I was beyond

shocked.

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

next but

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

You Didn’t Break Me

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

looking fine.

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

battleship.

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.

Why Do I Love You?

My heart bristled

and I dare not speak

but yet thoughts loud

like a whistle

while the right and left

atrium bleeds.

Wet sheets and motivation

fell like leaves from trees.

I beg please while

chasing the shadow.

Everything around me feels

hollow.

Life all of a sudden lost it’s

meaning

and to this day

I’m soaking up the sheets

Been years since I had

a good night sleep.

The puddle I left

was deep

For constantly repeating

memories of answers

that were oblique.

The water I tried to subdue

but mind gave up and let

loose.

Was I being deliberately obtuse?

Because why do I try to pursuit

I’m the one you didn’t choose.

Spiritual showers did not soothe.

Earth showers did not smooth emotions.

Negative energy didn’t get swallowed

by the oceans

Mother nature refused the transformation.

Trapped in Love’s potion.

I believe Cupid pick the wrong person?

Like a human trying to pick up

Thor’ s hammer

I can’t get the arrow off my body

it will always be attached to me.