He thinks he’s so bad!
With the mic in his hand singin every blues song there is with my name in it.
Singin, “Why did you leave me baby?”
singin this and singin that,
not even realizing it was his dumbass that left me for this blues band,
And here I am sitting like a fool listening to him sing every blues song there is
with MY name in it!
Have you ever wanted to change your identity? Get the chance to start over? Dispose of all the pain and past disappointments and turn them into something new?
Been wanting to for awhile.
I’ve contemplated where I’d live, what my new name would be, even thought of the type of people I would purposely find to be in my life in hopes of a different outcome.
Finding the right people to be in your life is the hard part.
I wish I could hand out applications for potential friends/mate sort of what jobs do for potential employees.
Get to run there credit, call there references, check there prior friendship status to see if there loyal, faithful, truthful, dependable or just downright wholesome enough to let them into your world.
Running into certain people could sometimes make or break your future.
God, I wish I could start over!
We are not lovers because of the love we make but the love we have,
We are not friends because of the laughs we spend but the tears we save,
I don’t want to be near you for the thoughts we share but the words we never have to speak,
I will never miss you because of what we do but what we are together.
By: Nikki Giovanni
I would rather have one little rose from the garden of a friend than to have the choicest flowers when my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have one pleasant word in kindness said to me than flattery when my heart is still and life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile from friends I know that are true than tears shed round my casket when this world I’ve bid adieu.
Bring me all your flowers today whether pink, or white, or red;
I’d rather have one blossom now than a basketful when I’m dead.
Love and truth form a good leader; sound leadership is founded on loving integrity.
I’ve been exploring slam poetry and have a passion for it. One poet I came across was Shihan on youtube. He delivers his words so freely and heartfelt.
- Shihan on Def Poetry, love like
- Rudy Francisco “My honest Poem” (Button Poetry)
- Shihan-Sick and Tired on Def Jam Poetry
- Miles Hodges “Alcatraz of Balloons”
- The selected poems of Nikki Giovanni
- The complete and collected poems of Maya Angelou
- Loose Woman by Sandra Cisneros
- The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
- The Poetry of Robert Frost
The smile on my lips is forced and coerced. I pretend to pay attention,
give the best advice I can
I’m so kind, polite and nice
It’s all just automation
certainly don’t care
I rarely actually listen,
A laugh from time to time while I adjust my new black dress perfectly timed smiles that make you feel important,
I could care less!
We once loved each other,
It was real!
Not some back alley love where we exchange some words while you back into my rose garden and quickly forget my name.
We had dreams,
We had plans,
We were suppose to grow old together.
Now all that exists are unrecognized glances and
two lost souls looking for there way back home.
He had a fever of about 103 when I removed my clothing.
No one else noticed his fever but me,
He lay on his stomach staring at my strip show, though I’m not a stripper I was stripping just not for him.
His right hand slowly moved to the spot that defines a man, I was driving him crazy and no one else noticed but me,
His hips began to move up and down and like the seagulls above me I paid no attention
Until his stare grew more fonder of me and his hips went out of control
Then I realized that everyone else noticed he had a fever for me and that he just made love to his towel colored psycho-red with visions of me in his head!