Valentine’s Day Poem

Watch this video first before reading the rest of this post! This is a good video to watch on Valentine’s Day!

This one is for all the bloggers on wordpress. I dedicate this poem to every blogger because it takes hardwork ,dedication, passion to blog. Blogging by any means is not easy. Staying up late night, thinking of ways to improve your blog, figuring out how to relate to bloggers, trying to be creative. Some of you may relate, but blogging can be an addiction when trying so hard relating to others. Comparing to other blogs and feeling like your blog isn’t good enough. Sometimes you want to give up blogging. Or you could be in the position where blogging is the only time you feel at peace because you are depressed in life. I read a lot of depressing, heartbroken blogs. To those of you that are miserable in life but still continue to blog, keep writing because I am here to support and provide feedback and I love your work. Never be afraid to express yourself because I always love to hear what’s in a person mind and heart. For those of you that know me, Ya know I don’t give a fuck, I wrote some of the darkest shit such as rape, murder, suicide, heartbreaks, perverted shit, sex poems, poverty, rage, and hate. I won’t lie to you, my dark poems is reality. This is the stuff that goes on in my head but you know what though, I’m not afraid to talk about it because no matter how hard my life gets, I love God and when I think of Valentine’s Day, I think of God. God is more powerful than anything.

The lord is love

Power from above

Is enough

And more powerful

than 1000 hugs.

I almost shed tears

When seeking 2 love birds

Appear

On my WordPress

Madly in love.

Marriage and relationships

Is always tough.

Times get rough.

Arguments are always guaranteed.

Sometimes we don’t always think

Before we speak.

We hurt feelings

We cause problems

But only a few create solutions

Solutions rise above

And problems fall at the bottom.

Prior to 2018,

I never gave a fuck about Valentine’s Day

But I am more mature today.

Valentine’s Day is not about money and materialistic things.

It’s about celebrating friends and family.

I am not affectionate

but I have a girlfriend and I love her dearly.

After viewing some of the lovely Valentine’s day posts

About spouses and significant others

I just want to tell Tiffanee

That I love her dearly.

I will do whatever I got to do

To protect her from everything.

I know that sounds impossible

I will damn sure make the impossible, possible.

I love you and I always will.

For my long term bloggers that been following me

Since day 1,

You know that I write some very dark shit.
I admit my mind can travel in dark places

And I can get very personal

But I have a big heart

And I love each and every one of you

For supporting me.

Ya give me the strength to write.

Ya give me the strength to fight.

Ya give me the strength to be a better poet.

Ya give me the strength to expose dark places.

In my mind.

I’m one of a kind

And one day when I shine

I will never forget my followers.

Each and every one of you deserves flowers.

For my male followers that have wives/girlfriends,

Treat your lady like

The way you want your daughter to be treated.

Protect her and be a leader and provider.

Tell her why you fell in love with her.

Tell her that you will always love her.

For my female followers that have husbands/boyfriends

Treat your man like

How you want your son to be treated.

Support him and appreciate him for being a provider.

Being a man that’s a provider and protector

Is a big responsibility

so be his helper and help him lead.

To all the single people,

Love don’t come from a relationship.

Love is provided to from Jesus

A significant other is not needed

For happiness.

I want single women to love themselves

And impress and spoil themselves.

Stop settling for situationships

From men that use devious tactics

And false disguises

Pretending to have feelings

when in reality treat your vagina

like an inmate that’s state property.

I want single men

To not let women with extreme high standards

Make you feel less like a man.

You are a man

And focus on your plan.

Don’t let pussy be a distraction

And stop letting women trick you into tricking

If you and her are not committed.

Because money attracts

But true love slowly contracts

The love that gives roots towards evil

True love is plentiful.

To everybody reading this

God bless you

And I love you!

My next post will be poem called “My Seductive Next Door Neighbor” and I looking to upload this by Sunday or Monday

How To Get A Good Wife

On my previous post, A blogger commented on my post and gave me this blog topic to write about. I thought this was a good topic to write about. I am grateful for her comment and if she happens to read this, I just want to say thank you for reading my previous post and giving me this idea.
This brief post is about how a man can get a good wife, how to make himself more attractive to attract a good woman to marry, and things to consider before he marries a good woman.
Before choosing a wife, men must understand that women are different. The way you talk and act around your friends, will not be the same way you talk and act around your wife. Sometimes men focus on visual things such as sex and physical beauty. Now physical beauty and sex is somewhat important but that should not the highest pritiory when engaging in a long term relationship that could lead to marriage.
So I’m going to list a few things to take into consideration before making your girlfriend become your wife.
1) Does she really love you?
Actions speak louder than words. A good wife is going to accept you for who you are and she is not going to try and change your personality. Now there is no problem at all for a wife trying to get her husband to try out new things and be outgoing but at the same time, she should accept him and love him for who he is.
2) Is she educated?
Now as far as education, she doesn’t have to have a PHD. Hell to be honest, she doesn’t need to have a bachelor’s degree but at least marry a woman that is versatile and can speak to you about various topics. Also want to marry a woman that has goals and ambition. Marry somebody that you can learn from. So another words even though I recommend a college degree, you don’t need a college degree to be successful and intelligent.
3) Does she have good upbringing?
Before you marry your girlfriend, make sure she has manners. Don’t marry somebody that is rude and has a temper. When she is around her family, pay close attention to how she interacts with her family. She should be polite and respectful towards her parents. Also as well, pay close attention to how her family interacts with you as well because when you marry the woman of your dreams, in a way you are marrying her family because you are going to be around with her family as well.
4) Present yourself and be a leader?
Be your own man and make mature decisions. Be responsible. Don’t be afraid to speak up. Don’t be oblivious towards your surroundings. A good woman that wants to be a good wife to a good husband wants to marry a man that makes her feels safe. A good woman don’t want to marry a little ass boy. A good woman want to marry a man that’s dominant and know how to take charge. Now I’m going to break down being dominant and being in charge. Being in charge don’t mean that you boss your wife around and treat her like a little girl. You don’t criticize or belittle your wife. You don’t ignore her opinions when you and your girlfriend are having a disagreement. Also a good husband should never have to tell his wife ” I’m the one in charge and I’m the head” because a real leader takes charge naturally and he does it in a healthy way. A man shall let his wife have her freedom, not treat her like a prisoner. A good man takes charge by protecting his lady and making her feel safe and appreciate her for supporting him. A good man should love and find joy providing for his wife but also make sure to marry a woman that is not afraid and also can provide as well.

I could of add more but I’ll end it here. If you want, you can comment below if you got annything to add.

What Is Your Conclusion On Love?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s an conclusion.

An unexpected occurance of an powerful spirit
beyond your average emotion
it must be tested.
We form an hypothesis when blind sighted
Eyes close or walking with a cane while
wearing a blindfold.
We seek everlasting peace
walking on a thin line rope
and the ocean below filled with sharks swim below
waiting for our downfall.
You see Cupid and he take his hand and reach
like a cashier giving a customer a receipt.
When you reach your hand out for help, he pulls back, transform to a demon and stab you with the pitchfork
Laughs and call you a dork.
Blood leaks below towards the sea
and you fall and become shark meat.

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion.

Love is highbeams
that shines the eyes
so bright,
have no choice
but to close your eyes.
Driving towards the destination of love and your blind.
Lose control of the steering wheel and yet praying you don’t lose control.
Hoping you don’t crash but if you do, is it your fault?
Is love something you can control?
Is love something we can hear behind a closed door?
Is love something that comes inside when you open the door, or is love knocking on the door to tell you goodbye so love can move on?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

Love is expressed through words
that build and destroy.
Love is priceless, but used like a toy
to play with a heart until it breaks.
Love is real and love is fake
when hate is real.
Love protects, but love is a risk.
Love heals you when your sick.
Love robs you when you rich.
Love is paradise, but love is hell.
Love keeps you focus, but love has a spell.
Love creates life, but love spreads a disease.
Love is contagious, does love ever sleep?
When you love somebody, do you wish for sleep?
When you love somebody, do you become sleepless?
When you love somebody, are you sleepwalking?
Can’t control where you walk, your imagination will lead you to your final destination.
Is the final destination Hell or Heaven?
Is the final destination a mansion or prison?
We form the hypothesis, but what’s your conclusion?
If you in love at this moment, you won’t know the affect of it until, you wake up from sleep walking

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

The Power Of Laughter

I dedicate this poem to Myth*. She is a fellow poetry blogger and her poetry is amazing. She solved one of my riddles so I requested that I would write this poem “The Power Of Laughter” for her.

Part of the human behavior
and regulated by the brain
Activities and funny stories
arises laughter
to laugh away real pain.
Laughter is green tea,
a medicine that heals
and makes the heart joyful.
Life is short
and we suppose to enjoy it
to the fullest.
Laugher for few minutes
will keep you sastfied for days.
Laughter is like good sex
that decrease stress hormones
in the brain.
Laugh like the joker,
Laugh like Santa
It’s your choose
Laugh however
and whenever
to stay happy forever.
Are you depressed?
Are you so stressed
that your lacking rest?
Why are you upset?
When was the last time
you laughed?
Relax and take a deep breathe
and watch a comedy.
Watch Martin Lawrence
and richard prior
to forget about all the bad things prior.
Laughter attracts,
and people around you
become attached
like a magnet
in a science experiment.
I laugh for days
since I sense pain miles away
Laughter is rain
that washes pain away
like the itsy bitsy spider.
Laughter is baby powder
that absorbs in my skin.
Laughter is powerful like a prayer
that forgives a sin.
Life is short
and we may skip a few lessons
but never miss out on a good laugh
because of a bad day
because bad times do pass
like gas.

How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie(Part 3)

Before you read this, I highly recommend you read How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie and How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie(Part 2)first. I share my very personal thoughts in poetry format cut and dry and I don’t give a fuck. Through out this poem, I will have some sentences in bold in this poem because those are the quotes that are most powerful lessons that I learned.

The way I wrote this, I wrote this as if I was having a private conversation with a very close person in a confidential place, like in a pastors office or at a therapy session. So when reading this, picture this as if you are a pastor or therapist and after reading this or hearing this verbally, how would you respond?

I have a frightened look in my eyes,

so lord I ask you to be by my side.

It’s better to tell the truth than to lie.

I have a good heart

but I think about homicide and suicide.

Scared for my life and I’m weak

like an abused wife.

I don’t get beat, but at times,afraid to speak.

Absent minded is a weakness of mines.

I know improvement comes with time

but being criticized for years destroyed my spirit and pride.

Please show me the way to keep me safe.

When the way is available

I pray that I choose the right path to keep me safe.

Today all I know is that I have to pray

but how do I start?

Another weakness of mines

how do I finish what I start?

My mind is like

a hockey player skating on a hockey ring,

I am all over the place.

Can’t stay focus and I always had problems to concentrate

on anything.

I never had interest in going back to church

but I would reconsider if I can find the right person to relate to,

to show me how to follow you and make the right moves.

To teach me to do not what always feels good

but do what is right.

I don’t know why but all I know is I fear for my life?

I haven’t cried in three years.

Maybe I should release the pain by shedding tears.

Sometimes I hate myself for not speaking up.

So many times I let things slide like a water ride.

Am I worthy to be a man?

What is it that I don’t understand?

I am curious to know what is your plan?

Will I die in happiness tomorrow

or live in misery for the rest of the century?

Will I accomplish more than my parents

Or will I die with nothing and go to hell

when people visit me in the cemetery?

Will I be a legend?

Will I be just a short term memory?

Will I be loved for eternally?

“Will I escape the weather when it rains?

Or will I stand still and accept the rain

and look above my head at the dark cloud?”

I was fortunate to have both parents

and yet so many doubts.

“Is it right to hate someone you love?

Another words, can you love and hate somebody

at the same time?”

It’s better to tell the truth than to lie,

so I am fuming on the inside.

“So stressed since over the years I’ve been criticize,

so I became addicted to free time.

All I wanna do is just being alone with my thoughts

and zone out but this is not healthy right?

Is this the reason why I am lazy?

Is it because I am addicted to free time?

I can write and write

about all the fucked things that happened to me

but what am I accomplishing in life

by complaining all the time?

I have lied at times but it was because I am addicted the free time.

I should be happy and free right?

Telling the truth is the right thing

but telling the truth make you regretful

when the result of it makes you miserable,

so is it better to lie than to tell the truth?

So see how I am addicted to free time?

For being criticized

and always doing things other people’s way

is why I rather isolate into my own space.

I keep my feelings inside

but it takes up space

in my head and when it is time

for me to handle my responsibilities,

I can’t concentrate.

Overthink shit every single day.”

They say be careful what you wish for.

Well for years I wished for peace

but instead I bleed

and the people that stabbed me

are usually the people I don’t see

so I learned that betrayal is beyond my reach.

So I isolate my self to protect myself.

I talk to myself.

Is this bad for my health?

Well you can answer that

but I don’t give a fuck about your opinion

if you think I’m not an ordinary civilian

when you haven’t walked years down the path I took.

“You ever had a bad dream and thought it was real

and you was thankful you woke up and it wasn’t real?

Well imagine it in reverse,

I sleep and dream about heaven and peace

and wake up to brimstone and fire

so another words my reality is a nightmare?”

I can relate to the average inmate on the tier.

Ever wondered how an inmate or homeless person sleep?

Imagine having a good dream

and waking up to living on the street or in prison.

Or imagine dreaming about endless sex

with beautiful women but wake up knowing you are a virgin?

“Now this don’t sound so unpleasant

and this pain sounds lenient

but we all view things different.”

To that virgin, it feels like

his dick is in prison

and he has to wait years to release his semen.

His wrist has limited movement

from being cuffed and his wrist hurts

from constantly jerking off.

“For those of reading this,

do you see how I am relating masturbating to prison?

It’s about guilt and this how I feel.

Guilty like a criminal and my guilt

has my mind and body in a cell.

So jerking off is my exercise and freedom

to release tension and the blood flow is increasing

like I ‘m pumping iron

and my arm is so sore

I could barely lift it.

See how I related masturbating to prison?”

Let me stop bragging and explain my flaws

through erectile dysfunction.

My mind couldn’t function.

It was a little over four years ago,

but felt like yesterday

when I couldn’t play with it my way.

When I say it, I’m talking about

the vagina.

It’s in front me but I didn’t have the tool to use it.

“As a child you ever had video games and toys in front

of you

but wasn’t allowed to play with them

because you was on punishment?

Imagine that is this.

Felt like an unprepared student

always forgetting his pencil.

I had so much potential to be an excellent lover

but the pain was mental

and this is where I learned mental slavery

is worst than physical slavery.”

My mind is worn out

like the big bad wolf

when trying to blow the third little

pigs house down by huffing

and puffing.

Got tired of stressing

so went to the urologist

and got a sample of cialis.

Like nicotine, I got addicted to this

and raw vagina and cream pies felt

good like holding your urine for a hour straight

until you finally get home and then you start

releasing it

like a new video game coming out for Christmas

and because of cialis, the cells in my seamen

was like the crowd rushing on Black Friday in the front doors

of Walmart at midnight.

But constant pregnancy scares had me fearing for my life.

This was another mental fight.

So lesson I learned was, one problem solved

can add on another when you take shortcuts

but I’m hardheaded and I don’t know if I give a fuck

about making the same mistakes.

But anyway I went off topic and let me get back to it.

For a while this was pain for me

for worrying what others think of me

and that’s the weakness in me.

But I had to find a way escape this mental pain

when she choose another guy over me ( read I Will Never Forget My 25th Birthday (Part 1) andI Will Never Forget My 25th Birthday (Part 2) This is a very long blog personal blog

for full story).

So I blamed and hated myself and blamed God for not

getting hard.

But it’s whatever

because I realized there is better

and I’m talking about better vagina.

I pushed my integrity out the window

and paid for professionals.

Fuck passion and romance

getting my dick sucked and rough sex

became my best friends.

and sex with average girls became overrated.

Instead of letting them judge me,

I decided to judge them

and thought women were worthless

and do I still feel this way, hmm I honestly don’t know?

My lack of sex skills had me despising black women

and I am going to be honest,

I was in my emotions

acting sensitive like a little bitch

but I reminded my self

that I was a man

and I’m suppose to think with logic

and this time period for me

was difficult like algebraic expressions

so I found a way to simplify it

by reminding myself sex is overrated

and reminding myself of that

defined my mentality

like I was looking up something

in a Websters dictionary.

I was told

“Love is a serious mental diseases?”

“So hate is my weapon to conquer my enemy

because being hateful is selfish

and selfish people usually have the biggest hearts

and been through the worst type of heart breaks.”

This was something I just learned yesterday.

I will be more selfish

tomorrow for hating my yesterday

and today I received a present

a got a small heart to fit in my body.

So I’m an writing this to present

my soul for you to witness.

I can write for so long

you would think I am immortal.

My thoughts are for free, they are affordable

like united healthcare

but in reality it’s worth more

than any coin or dollar.

Was told plenty of times

my poetry is deep and powerful

so I hope when you read this

I helped you witness a miracle.

Now I can’t turn water into wine

but maybe I can save you from

committing a crime

or exiting out of somebody’s life

over some fucked up shit

because don’t be like I.

I am here to change lives

like a inmate on beyond scare straight

doing life

but I doubt if I would,

before I die.

Fuck wishing to be a billionaire,

I would rather die broke tomorrow

if tonight I can save a life.

As you can see, I can write all day

and all night

like an inmate, have nothing but time.

But what happens after I finish telling my life experiences?

So my question is, will I have another poem left in me

and when my work is complete, should I take my

life story to recite to an open mic?

I still have more to write and I think I will get darker and deeper. I think one day in the distant future, I will recite this to a large crowd to save people from becoming like me.

So when you reading this an imaging that you are a pastor or therapist, how would you respond?(No need to answer this question but its is something think about or even discuss with somebody else you close with)

But I will leave three questions for you to answer in the comment section

  1. After reading this, what are three words to describe this poem?

  2. Can you get your heart broken if you are a selfish person?

  3. While you were reading this, the statements I left in quotes, did you learn anything new or was everything relatable?

  4. I am always willing to learn so is there anything you would like to share about his or if you have a view point about something that I mentioned, feel free to comment below

  5. Also comment below if you have a good deep question for me to think about and I am willing to respond.

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How Much Does Falling In Love Cost You?

They say love don’t cost a thing

but do they tell you

love will make you scarfice alot of things?

Things like freedom, time, and money.

If love don’t cost a thing

why isn’t finding love guaranteed?

Something you can have for free

can affect you emotionally.

Attached to a human body physically

can confuse you mentally

since men and women think differently

when being intimate psychically

Love is like dreams

because it comes freely

but the difference is love betray,

turns into hate

and consumes and destroys you mentally

What’s for free is seek by many

and almost every.

Love come from the heart

and love is for free.

When we don’t work for something,

we don’t appreciate it until it’s gone.

Sometimes love is our enemy

making you hate yourself

for the pain you felt.

Imagine a f6 tornado

lifting up your house

and throwing it 300 miles away.

This is equivalent to the pain

as you watch you home get tossed away

The heart is never in a safe place.

When falling in love

it’s like asking somebody to not spit in my face

for a million dollars

and you hoping they won’t do it.

Remember this

the ones that treat you the nicest

in the beginning of a new relationship

be the most ruthless.

Love is poisoned

if not handled right.

Seeking desperate attention

from every girl and guy

Instead of remembering

that God is on your side.

Love is punishment that’s unbearable

because the hear is breakable.

The pain that comes with it

is not visible

so they say love is blind.

The light of love is so bright

you have to close your eyes.

Driving on highway very sleepy

fighting to keep you eyes open

but can’t help it

then crash and get into an accident

and the accident is atrocious.

Just didn’t see it coming.

We only see whats tangible

so attraction is more common then love.

We see nice clothes nice body, shit load of money

and without this,

people assume you boring.

People judge you

before they get to know you.

Looks fade, clothes get old,

and money will make you feel cheap.

Materialistic things will buy you a personality

and its only temporary.

Materialistic things buys swags

but destroys communications and integrity.

I know people that won’t care

if the whole world goes poor

as long as they eating.

So commonly we fall in love with the selfish

and yet ignore the humble

that will give you everything

We don’t give a fuck when we break hearts

we only care if our hearts get broken.

The black people that are mild

are now smoking

from being called a ‘nigga’ by a racists

This is the equivalent

of the aftermath of being heartbroken.

You Make Me Happy

Happy as a dandelion

my wish is fulfilled.

Emotional pain is a challenge

and yet remained humble.

I worshipped your intelligence

when my mind stumbled.

At any occasion

the agony you rebuttal

and provided satisfaction.

Tough like brass knuckles

so you provided compassion.

Dark like a tunnel

and your torch provides satisfaction.

Discovering your light was a miracle

and your character is miraculous.

Your presence is magical

and I’m surrounded

with perpetual passion.

 

 

 

 

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!”

Letter To My Favorite Person

Dear SweetOne,

Wow I don’t know what to say!
Leaving me speechless.
You thinking about me everyday just gave me confidence.
I’m ready to be exposed to your world
since you are my girl.
Unlike a ven diagram,
know one can compare
to what we share.
Together we will takes chances like we are playing double dare,
but I will keep you safe
like a pistol in a safe.
I can express my love to you in so many ways.
In my heart
you take up 3 quarters.
Your spirit is
fresh like water
without the piranhas.
Our spirits flow together
like a river
and our future destination
gets much clearer.
Clear like a glass
of water.
When your heart
cries heavy precipation,
I’m the pot that
receives your precipitation.
When your heart was
a roof that was leaking,
I save the water tears
and mix it with fire
so the water can start boiling.
I am making you herbal tea
and I want you to start drinking
to show you my love
is sweet like the scent
of peppermint
which deflects all men
that act like snakes and
the rodents
that are addicted to cheese
leaving you in toliet
constipated.
Stuck in pain
and it’s ashame
but I am here
to get rid of the shit
that’s been bothering you
and providing water to you
so you can eliminate constipation
and avoid dehydration.
It’s still raining so let me migrate
your heart
to somewhere warm and safe.
Surround your heart with an air mass
that’s marine tropical
and I am a trade wind
that will blow your mind
all year and all the time.
I want to make you mine.
Heart split in half with a line
that’s big as the equator.
I am here to bring both pieces
back to together
because I will lead you
to our heavenly father.
Combine the northern hemisphere
of your heart
and the southern hemisphere
of your heart
Do you see what I’m trying to
do with your heart?
I’m trying to combined
the broken pieces and fix it
to restore your world.