Listen to this episode of my podcast, Spoken Word Poet, Is Poetry A Waste Of Time https://anchor.fm/david-hockaday7/episodes/Is-Poetry-A-Waste-Of-Time-e3n8sr
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Listen to this episode of my podcast, Spoken Word Poet, Is Poetry A Waste Of Time https://anchor.fm/david-hockaday7/episodes/Is-Poetry-A-Waste-Of-Time-e3n8sr
Click on the link above to listen to my poem!
Last year in June 24, 2018, I went to an poetry open mic night at the bowery club in NYC to recite “Should I Go To An Open Mic“. It was such a lovely and yet nerve wrecking experience. I have always hated public speaking(especially when my family is around) but I had a few reasons why I decided to overcome my fear and go to the bowery club
Reasons I decided to overcome my fear
1) I was procrastinating for 2 years and being lazy
2) The weekend of June 24 was birthday weekend
3) I need to branch out more and let people hear my poems.
Reasons Why I Was Nervous
1) It was my first time ever performing at an open mic event and I had doubts I wouldn’t be good enough
2) My girlfriend volunteered to come with me to show support and I really wanted to go alone lol.
How I felt After I recited my poem
1) I felt like a super standing when I got a big round of applause from everbody
2) I realized that performing at an open mic event is nothing to be nerevous about.
3) I became more motivated to improve my writing skilss as a poet.
Moral of this post is to let everbody reading this to know that being nervous is nomral. It’s normal to to have doubts. Sometimes we might procrastinate. Sometimes we might make excuses to get out of things. Nobody is perfect but if you really have a dream, don’t nobody stop you from achieving it. Fight your negative thinking and don’t be afraid to fail because being afraid to fail and living in fear could make you regretful for missing out on an life time opportunity.
I don’t know if you will ever read this or not, but I just want to say thank you coming with me to my first open mic experience and supporting me. I thank you for celebrating my birthday last year and being in the crowd, being my biggest cheerleader. Ever since I met you, you always believed in me and saw the best in me. I am here to let you know that because of you I am working harder than ever to accomplish all my dreams and be a provider for you. I love you so much 😁😁
Check out this post ” A heart for God” because this post is powerful and it encouraged me to write this poem in the comment section.
Being romantic and doing nice things can be a disguise
since it doesn’t guarantee love all the time.
But it can be all lies disguising negative energy as positive energy.
When we lack money or have empty bellies,
we fall victim to bullies that work for the serpent
that use tactics to kill you with kindness.
They shine a light when you are living in darkness.
But the problem is the light is to bright
you have to cover your eyes and now walking blind.
They telling you and promising you all types of romantic surprises
telling you want you wanna hear.
Act friendly and sometimes volunteer
a helping hand when its to their benefits
but turn into a completely different person
when scarfices arises then promises turn into excuses.
Left you to dry struggling.
Now feel abandoned.
Tears are leaking, heart is broken,
for feeling stupid
for following bullies that follow the serpent.
If you are reading this and this poem is relatable to you
read this post and know that this was meant for you
because nobody loves you more than Jesus
So before you follow a stranger you don’t know,
think about the consequences and always pray to Jesus
because Jesus made a scarfice
that no human will ever have the strength to make.
Promises break and humans constantly demonstrate their true ways
when they are face with a sacrifice that they don’t want to make.
So moral of this is, Jesus is the way
Jesus love you so much that if you follow him
he will provide eternal life.
So another words this is relatable to your life
because love is more than romance
true love is about sacrifice.
After tomorrow , it might be awhile until I upload my next post so I will be taking a short break after tomorrow so after tomorrow I will see you guys in
The scar on my heart is a permanent marker that don’t erase.
Emotions are flies, flying all over the damn place.
Tears was dripping down my face like wet grapes.
Forced to keep quiet like a mouth covered with duck tape.
Forced to keep quiet like a new inmate that just got raped.
A heartbreak gave me hallucinations like my weed was laced.
Like prison food, nasty like vomit but forced myself to swallow the taste.
Ashamed of my reflection, but my stiff neck force me to stare straight
to remind me of the disappointment look on my face.
A dream I that chased was a waste like leftover food when I couldn’t finish the plate.
I was frightened like the dog next door finally jumped over the gate.
Hesitant at first like I’m driving in a blizzard with bad brakes
and now regret it because it was an accident
like a rear in collision on the southern state.
Never found the antidote so negative energy surrounds my space.
No more happy days, so I no longer say grace
since my appetite escaped
my belly and you can see my face lost it’s weight
like 40 year old pregnant woman lost her shape
by gaining weight when comparing her modern pictures
to her high school days.
From love letters and heart shapes to boxes and crates.
Crying in silence with both hands covering my face
for reminiscing the times I held the left hand on romantic dates.
1. How long does it take to heal from a broken heart?
2. How do you know when your heartbroken?
3. Do you think forgiving someone that broke your heart will make you live longer?
4. Do you think more people in this world would have broken hearts if everybody told truth and spoke what was on their mind and did not hold back any secrets?
I want to thank one of my followers and her name is Rakkelle and she is an extremely talented writer and she talks about topics that are very relatable to most life experiences and she is very passionate about her blog and it looks very professional. So when you get a chance if you don’t know her, you should give her blog a visit. Rakkelle gave me this idea when she commented on one of my post “Watch “Soul Food Season 2 Episode 20 This Must Be Love” on YouTube“. So I am grateful for her comment she provided in the comment section.
A dream or nightmare I can’t distinguish.
Confusing as the semen is leaking.
These erotic images keep appearing.
Practicing intense fuck sessions
but yet what is the lesson?
I’m happily married is what I believe
until I see her and she sees me.
When I say her, I’m talking about my neighbor.
Lust is a motherfucka and I’m a sucka
Blind towards true love,
and borderline of breaking trust
like a tinted window.
Cum stains on the pillow
irritates wifey for neglecting her needs.
She see’s right through my excuses.
Me being exhausted, she not having it.
She suggest that we seek counseling
but I know what the problem is.
My wifey is no longer attractive.
The weight gain on her belly
The stretch mark on the back
of her neck is prominent.
She is physically not the woman
I fell in love with
In which makes me jealous
of my sexy ass neighbors punk ass 5ft5 husband.
Jealously make my cum shots explosive
like a erupting kilauea volcano.
For months straight jerking off
on my polyester sheets and pillows
is the absence of good hardcore fucking
for the past 3 months straight
and plus my wife got rid of the spice channels.
She hates it when I watch porno.
Now, I fell in love with wifey because of the blowjobs.
My cum she swallows more than
a new employee at a correctional facility
retaining information from the warden.
My kids were more than the average women
can chew, but wifey just swallows every drop
like a restroom hand dryer.
But years ago when I first met wifey
she was so much sexier.
The curves, the softness, ivory skin, eyes metallic,
the bond between us, shit the average person
could see how cohesive it was between us.
She made me come outta my shell
like a valence electron
since my thinking was negative like
the charge of electrons.
That was a few years back
and now the sex is wack.
The mood is mundane in the bedroom.
Our sex life is doomed
but I take full responsibility
because till this day my wifey try her hardest to please me
but swallowing my cum bucket of kids
don’t mean shit after she swallows it
because her stomach fat is still visible.
And last night she got the nerve to ask me
to take her shirt off since she was hot.
I immediately lost the hardness on my cock.
I lied and I told her I was getting nauseous.
She asked me
“What the issue,
you don’t fuck me like you use to
you don’t kiss me like you use to
you don’t caress me in public like you use too
you be ignoring my naughty text messages,
you refuse when I offer you back massages,
you stop asking ask for blowjobs,
I have to beg you just to finger pop,
I have to beg you to lick the cherry,
and you haven’t wrote me poems lately.
I am your lady and even though
I love you for you and sex is not the most important thing,
in marriage sex is still a priority.
I miss how you use to stroke me roughly,
I miss how you use to pull my hair,
I miss you how you use fuck me into tears,
I remember at least 2 or 3 times you fucked me
and you wouldn’t stop until the neighbors would hear
to make them jealous.
But ever since the old neighbors moved out
and the new neighbors moved in,
I noticed a difference.
You look at Brittany(The sexy next door neighbor)
the same way you use to look at me,
You smile at Brittany
the same way you use to smile at me.
I know she just moved in but
how do you act way more friendly
than with your own wifey?
I want you to explain that shit to me
I know that I gained weight
but I’m trying babe to lose it
but I travel a lot during the week
and it’s for me
to find something healthy to eat.
You know I had to cancel my gym membership
to pay for my parents funeral.
Do you know what it’s like knowing
you parents died in a car accident,
the agony is beyond real.
The thoughts in my head are so unreal.
I have a lot going on and your all that I
have left and I miss how things
between us use to be.
Sexual tension and energy between us
no longer exist and each of the memories
vanish in thin air like marijuana smoke.
I miss how the tip
use to bang against my tonsils.
I miss the choke
but now I feel like my life is suffocating
and the pressure is getting stronger.
Why do you insist on treating your wife like
Tell me why you don’t find me attractive
and I’ll try my best to fix it?”
I tried to hold back my laughter but I couldn’t.
I had to cover up my honesty and told her
that “Honey it’s not you,
I’m just not feeling you…….
wait shit lol, I meant well, well.”
Lol she saw right through the bullshit.
She sucked her teeth then just hopped in the bed
and fell fast asleep.
The fucked up part was that I didn’t feel bad.
to be honest, I didn’t give fuck.
1) Do you think wifey should seek counseling to save her marriage, or should she get a divorce?
2) If you had one word to describe wifey, what would say about her?
3) After reading this, do you think sex is a priority in a relationship?
4) In part 2, do you think the main character will have an affair with Brittany?
5) Is weight gain a good reason to stop having sex with your spouse?
6) Is being exhausted a good excuse for not wanting to have sex or is that a weak ass excuse and people need to learn to overcome their sleepiness since sex is a priority?
7) Give me an example of a double entendre I provided in this story?
8) How important is physical attraction in a marriage?
9) After you answer number 8, let’s say after being married for some time and you start losing the interest and physical attraction towards you spouse, will you make excuses to avoid having sex?
10) Now vice versa, let’s say your spouse lost interest in you physically, how would that make you feel, do you think that your spouse no longer being attracted to you is a good reason to not want to have sex with you, how long is going too long with out sex in marriage, and if you and your spouse both acknowledge that the marriage is a sexless one do you think professional help is necessary?
11) To maintain a good healthy sexual relationship, is oral sex necessary ?
If you have the time, I encourage all bloggers to leave a comment answering the most difficult question out of the 11 questions . If you are a blogger that’s running out of content to blog about, I encourage you to make a post answering all of the 11 questions I provided and and link it back to this post and I will reblog that post on my blog giving you a shout out and in addition I will reblog a post on your blog explaining my interest for your post and blog. I might make a whole series out of this and write all the way up to part 28. Instead of writing random poetry, I think I might just focus on this story and complete this by August. It is going to be a lot of thinking and late nights but if you really enjoyed reading this, than I might consider doing that.
I am going to try and take blogging to the next level. I wrote so many poems and I think I deserve my recognition so I am definitely looking to connect with more people on social media so I am going to provide a few links to check out. Hell maybe one day after Avengers End Game comes out in May, I use a profile pic of my real identity lol but who knows.
For bloggers that are looking to make connections meet people, you can start with me lol
Here is my About Me page and leave a comment and I will follow you back.
For bloggers that been following me, supporting me and leaving comments, from time to time I am going to through your posts and pick a favorite one of mine and reblog it explaining why I like it so much. Give me time though because I have such other things going on in life. Please forgive me for the spelling mistakes because I wrote this quick because I had to get my car fixed lol.
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
And more powerful
than 1000 hugs.
I almost shed tears
When seeking 2 love birds
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
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
This will be one of my poems that will be in my book “How To Be A Good Husband”. My book will be published very soon and I hope you purchase a copy as soon as it comes out. I promise you, this will be the best book you will ever read. Please read some of my previous posts below to get a preview of what you can expect.
I need rest
Sleep is best
Too damn tired
for some neck
The pillow where
my head rest,
I look forward to that.
Love and affection
with a female companion
is so wack.
Porn and frequent masturbation
is where I focus my concentration.
Dirty talk I hate that in a conversation
since only palms deserve my attention.
XXX videos my provide excellent demonstration
and it’s the key that open the door to heal
when you get rejected or heartbroken.
Same sex with the same person forever is tedious.
So porno made me oblivious to bad b*tches
that act so fucking arrogant.
If I can go back in time, I would of stayed
Like I said earlier, my hands are much more deserving.
After I’m done ejaculating, I’m peacefully resting
Never have to worry about a female asking
” You wanna go for round 2?”
I respond ” Do I look like a machine to you?”
Its either that or they want to cuddle.
I don’t have the energy, after sex
I get too sleepy
So I dislike it when a female keep nagging me.
I am not a fucking machine, my ejaculation
drains the shit out of me.
So please stop asking me for round 2 please.
This is why I deserve my hand.
Lonely and private is how I like it.
Don’t have to worry about emotions and feelings.
Sexual intercourse can be confusing sometimes.
Add on a bunch of mixed feelings.
Masturbating is straight to the point.
Right after, I smoke a joint
then fall asleep and sleep my life away.
Haven’t wrote a deep poem in a minute.
Got me in the zone while listening to music.
I have these emotions and gotta express it.
More than a poem, I’m lonely and desperate.
This like a movie, based on a true life story.
I’m in search of the perfect poem and words form
This was written before I wrote it, daydreaming in the zone.
Racing with time and this poem fell in my lap.
Losing the race ,the dust particles landing on my face.
Eager to hustle, but forced to struggle.
Regrets, I have everyday of my life.
Poetry is my life when I lose the fight
of my real life battles.
War zone in my mind and this poem is a bloody towel
that wipes the flood of the fluid that keeps the heart pumping.
War zone in my mind and this poem is a band aide that cover the scar and keep the skin healing.
This poem saved my life, damn near close to suicide.
The fear of hell kept my soul from being sent to the ground
I was saved like money in a savings account
Life is bitter like hard liquor, but this poem is a chaser and it chased my liquor
Now life sweet like tropical juice and it respected me and influenced me
to write this poem since everything in my heart
now feels right.
Negative thoughts now get left and I move
toward the right
Towards my life goals and the demons trip
while trying to catch the soccer ball.
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.
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