Divine Intervention

Muthafucka I'm gone. Just leaving the residue of my pen dew sinking in between the blood shed stripes. Want a different high then what's received through pipes. Steady focus to evolve my writes. Viewing the future through a peer my past cost me tears that money couldn't buy back! In all my relationships love I lacked. Smack! Reality in its face. I HATE TO LIVE IN RACE! Time's pace rapidly picking up. Yesterday's are over. Tomorrow? I can't trust if Today will be enough. Murder my words and bury my tongue. Though we grow older our actions are still young. My trigger finger itching while my conscience is desiring for attention. Divine Intervention! If I kill myself who's really missing? Me or y'all?

I Want to Bounce

I want to bounce freely: as a basketball being lunched toward its destination deflected by the rim cruising over its possessor cranium, adjacent a busy street. At least bounce freely for abbreviated span of time.

Def Poetry: Daniel Beaty - Knock Knock (Official Video)

Better Be On The Way...

Six months has passed emptied the E&J from my glass.. glazing through hue shade glasses... reminiscing your fragrance my nostrils last scent..... met, love, left our memories are past tense. Performing art swiftly with style above these parallel lines my heart declines each time my pen edges the red line... It becomes depressing when your breast and my chess aren't compressing viewing a faded portrait with creases through your expression.. Til then.. It's just me and my depressant drowning in my liquor of thoughts til I am content.. Better be on the way I can't stay here...Where the fuck have my cold chest went.. melted in ablaze of utterance that we once vented.. Intoxicated to sought my submarine thoughts. Pondering maybe all of this is my fault! I'm the one who brought the mass of alcohol and drank until I couldn't walk and now I slur when I talk.. The doctor mention Cancer.. I spoke my lady name she wouldn't answer..she was paralyze from the doctor answer.. she disappeared through the thin air like Prancer.. that was the last time I seen her.. I left her this letter titled "Better Be On The Way I Can't Stay Here. I know my alcohol addiction became a problem,and it created a equation we couldn't solve. You always hollered at me " baby please can you not drink today" and I would reply yes babe not today, but I can't promise you tonight. Laying in the hospital bed congest of thoughts with regrets. Some people don't get second chances,and I am one of them. My first I failed ruin all the chances I could have had. Babe I've cried for an entire month and haven't cheerfully smiled since you departed. Getting tired I get up and finished in the morning and get my nurse to send you this letter tomorrow. ... The Author died. - Anonymous

She is........

Everything I dreamed of nothing more nothing less your touch burns my flesh chest on chest caress blood flows hear beats as if it's the start of a test the same test I must have fail because I haven't gotten her correct answer yet but as we set words were expressed our eyes never rested not knowing what she was doing she took my heart out my chest to relieve the stress to crack open my treasure chess to replace with feelings I lost form the X seem like I was touched by an angel the surgery she was executing... offset my mind was the wound healing in double time she is one of a kind..miss every second we spent if she would displace the tent over her shades and let the darkness fade so clearly she can see that she is the one for me... our love is irreplaceable.. our is undeniable her kiss I crave the heart I gave the key she saved the memories we paved So.. valuable are those days..