Who was wondering when I was EVER gonna put my poetry up in this joint? Well, just so y'all wouldn't think that I'm a posuer, I'm-a break y'all off wit some OLD stuff. For those that know how I flow, this would seem retro to you. If y'all aint never seen my flow before, I hope you like it.
Oh, and let me know which ones you like, OK?
NEO-SOUL POET ENTRIES (circa; 10/23/01 - 11/22/01)
------17 Syllable Intro----
"-Scorpions make love
They both feel each others sting
They live wanting more"
***This is homage to those like myself that fall under this sign.
The following entries are,....
***THE SCORPION CHRONICLES
I. The Genesis of Lust
When the pain is pleasurethe erotica beginsWe`ve developed a toleranceand it`s felt through thick skinWe fight and love dirtyfrom 10 til 2:30And the next day we`ll do it all againIt`s not S&M, per sebut more like love tapsWhen the twisting turns to pinchingwhen the pinching turns to slapsThe kissing and the bitesup all hours of the nightSound asleeps the only time that we relaxMy peak is reached everytimeyou scream my nameUnrelentless, unrehearsedunexplained and untamedThe night is still youngand we`ve only just begunto scratch the surface of ignited passions flame
II. I Live Wanting More
Although the love is off the chainit is forbiddenThat`s what makes the act itself so goodon the down-low, hiddenI do it even though the consequences are graveI live wanting moreof this passion I craveSix million ways to diechoose oneI`ll take you on top, working it outBar noneMy libido will out run my heart at this rateI live wanting moreuntil I meet my fateIII. Succumbed By The StingI longed for this chance meetingI welcome your touchAfallen grain from your basketfor me, would mean so muchThis love would be fataland hurt, this would bringif we dance til the deathwe`ll succumb by the stingWhich one of uswill deliver the first blowIf it`s quick we wont quite feel itbut it`s torture when it`s slowYet this union brings passionmaking both our bells ringand the resounding surewill ceasesuccumbed by the stingThe sting of death of inhibitionsThe sting of a dying mistrustThe burial of innocenceis lost with each thrustSlow down, Love,...you`re killing memy eulogy you`ll sing,..."My scorpion king rests,succumbed by the sting"
****My 17 Syllible Art
(Haiku`s) are featured as well as my new submissions. Don`t bite & don`t hate,.....enjoy,....*****
Human nature speaks
Everytime I see you walk
I answer it`s call
**You`ve caught me looking
The smile tells me that you`re pleased
Can we be lovers?
**Say my name again
Your native tongue speaks volumes
I`m under your spell*
----More Poetry----
**The Way You Smiled**i remembered on that daybusiness be it as it mayi gawKed in awe`cause ofthe way you smiledyou grace A dentists chairwith the pearly whites you flairnothing can Topor stoptHe way You smileconversations at a lossbut i`m glad our paths did crossi`m hooked becausei lovethe way you smile**Never/Always**i`ll never let on how I feel about youbut you`ll alwayS think i`m nice for no reasonyou`ll never feeL for me other than a friendbut I`ll always dismiss your charms as you justteasingwe`ll Never hold each other close and kissthough we always enjoy each other`s companyyou`ll neverknow this fantasy of minethat`s always crossed my minD one time too manyi`ll never sleep until you you enter one of my dreamsyou`ll always be none the wiser of my painthis will never come up in passing conversationbut you`ll always sensemy vibes that will remaini`llnever meet no one else like youbut i`ll always cherish the day we first metyou`ll never want someone like me for your ownbut you`llalways know, towards you, i came correct**TheLine**What awaits meon the other end of the lineCould Heaven`s gate beon the other end of the lineI imaginea full figured caramel cremeI imaginea black man`s candy land dreamI can taste youall the way from here to where you areHow Can I Face Youallthe way from here to where you areJust pretendthat I bask in you like the sun and all of your raysJust pretendthat your kitty`s moving every which-a-wayApplejacque`s stickis giving you the pleasure you wish forYour Black Magicis giving me the pleasure I wish forCome togetherstroke of my stroke, flesh of my fleshcum togethergiving nothing more, nothing lessThank you, Girl 19on the other end of the linenot Girl 6, `cause you`ve GOT meon the other end of the line
(((((MORE HAIKU)))))
**Speak without speaking**
Kiss me on a dare
When our lips met, we said much
More than words can say
**Swept Away**
Love is in the wind
Captured in the leaves of trees
And carried on clouds
(,...more pieces)
***On The FreakySide of things***
Love lines catches your attentionOne of my many inventionsNastyways are always mentionedOn TheFreakySide of thingsVictoria`s Secret or SpencersIt`s not a job, it`s an adventureEverything is marked "Uncensered"On The FreakySide of thingsThe color of choice is REDThoughts are acted out, not saidWe did`nt even make it to the bedOn The FreakySide of thingsYou let me know dat I`m da manDoing things only acrobats canPanties are on the ceiling fanOn The FreakySide of thingsEverythingis what it seemsTopped me off with some whipped creamIt feels too good to be a dreamOn The FreakySide of things**A Soldier`s Haiku (4)**I am a poetTrapped inside of a soldierWriting sets me freeA gun in one handA pen in the other oneI wield two sharp swordsProtecting freedomat the cost of a man`s lifeNon-negotiableI`ve used one sword, thoughMy pen has never flowed bloodNeither shall my gun---The Last of my Poetry---***A Poets Canvas***To the unknowing or ignoranta fresh canvas is nothingBut to an artistit is the beginning of unleashed talentThe Genesis of creationand the Exodus of the predictableA singers & musicians canvasis sound, itselfTheir brushes are their voices and instrumentsThe creativity forms from their viceraFrom the start, their canvas has no endFrom that end, their music starts to multiplyand add to our own artistic measureA poet can identify with a painterOne has a penOne has a brushOne forms wordsOne forms shapesBoth blesses their respective canvasesin magnificent specticlePerfection within all four cornersto awaken the mind of the massesPoets have the best of both worldsYou can see the written wordYou can hear the spoken wordyet you can feel the spiritand tough the emotionof the creatorand the creation**The Trouble With NewFound Wealth**I`ve set sail on a voyageI can`t hardly waitLike a rogue viking pirateor swash-buckling shipmateI must find the Queen`s TreasureI`ve lived for this questI`ll let destiny guide meand let greed do the restThe Land of the Skullwas a place that I savoredWhen I find the Queen`s TreasureI`ll return the sweet favorI`ve searched valley`s & mountainsand vast rolling hillswith each site that I venturedI`ve relished the thrillWhen I snatched up the patchof the bush, there I foundin plain site, the Queen`s Treasurethereon top of the moundI opened it upand dived in head firstit`s mass of abundancequenched this sojourner`s thirstIt ran through my finger`sjust one final timealthough I enjoyed itthis Treasure`s not mine***SOMETHING***From the first day I met youI could not forget youThe first thing that I saw was your smileI tried to be professionalflirting with you wasquestionablein awe of your Dominicana profileYour breasts in that blouse must hurtthosepoor buttons want to burstIt is hell just to make some eye contactThose dark form fitting pantsmakes your tear-drop bootie danceI`m reall close to showing you I have no tactYour mind`s eye see`s my painseems your lust you`ve containedbut for me I`m steady losing this fightHow can you be starting somethingfor really all you did was nothingBut you blewmy mind and set off dynamite***KITCHEN***Let me get some things out of your kitchenI`m not refering to the back of your neckWhat`d you expect?but I can wet my whistle with a can of Royal Crownand ever so slowly, I will make my way downproceeding to peck upon each eyelidyour moan`s in agreement to what I just didMymouth brushed up against your sweet tender lipsA flavor of cherry coated red licericeFruit is in the diet of a strong healthy manso I devour two melons, one in each handthen down to taste strawberries fresh from the patchso ripeand so juicy, I can`t help but snatchMy hunger`s still growing, so look what appearWho needs KFC, you`ve got thighs & legs hereYou check whats in my pantry, it`s yours for the askingThen you give my thick drumstick a good tongue-lashingWe`ve left room for dessert, it`s called EcstacyDreamand we did`nt mind having to whip our own creamWe fed spoons of it to each other, counting 6, maybe 9I`ll come here more oftenIt won`t be my last time***Quiet Storm***
One can smell the rainbefore it makes it’s descendThe promise of a showeris just around the bendSome sing for you to “go away”but I await for each returnWho dare not want your cool recessthose fools who’ll never learnHow can something so hushedring aloud in my heartLet it rainLet it pourlet the Quiet Storm startWhen your skin touches mineI drown from the forceYour fountain ever springingI drink from the sourceWhen your storm starts ragingthere’s no turning backwhat’s left of loves aftermathleaves nothing intactHow can one force of naturedrive a wild man insaneLet it rainLet it pourQuiet Storm come again
