Your lip licks cause Earth tremors, Which trigger quivers deep within my soul. Heartfelt words unfold and emotions expose beauty delicate as a rose. Sentimental misty blue kisses pass from your lips. Hands touch hips as we dip, Dancing to the quickened rhythm of a heartbeat. Complete in this moment. Fingertip touches tell of what is to come like an omen. Open to your suggestions. Your breath intoxicates me. As you breathe deep and pour me a tall drink, I sink as if swallowed into your being, Engulfed and entranced. Romance pours from our hands like sands through an hourglass As fingers intertwine locking me into this instant in time. I speak your name to remind you who I am. You do the same with no shame. These times we spend on priceless moments blend into unforgettable memories Of you And me.
If I was strong like Stokley Carmical Could fight like Muhammad Ali Conquer like Hannibal Fly like Michael Jordan And had the power to control motion like Barry Sanders If I was as smart as Ernest Everett Just If had a voice like James Earl Jones And was as cool as Miles Davis If I could act like Denzel Washington And could dress like Huggy Bear If I could swim like Shine And persevere like Arthur Ashe and Jackie Robinson If I could run as fast as Jesse Owens And be a true baller like Wilt "The Stilt" If I could draw like Aaron McGrueder And paint like JJ If I could break ground like Nat King Cole And could build long lasting monuments like Imhotep If I was as prolific as Chinua Achebe And could write like Ralph Ellison If I could master music like Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye And play the guitar like Jimi Hendrix and Carlos Santana With soul like D'Angelo If I made sense like Common And could rap like Rakim and KRS-One If I could make you understand like Johnny Cochran If I could make you laugh like Fred Sanford, Richard Pryor, and Bill Cosby If I could make you get up like Bob Marley And then motivate you like Huey Newton and Bobby Seale I could be Superman.
Overwhelmed by gravity As if hands from hell Tug at the cuffs in my pants In constant attempts at pulling me beneath my threshold What seems to be a successful undertaking of stealing my soul Those who don't know look in my eyes and shiver as they speak "You're so cold" They stand just beyond the reach of my hands As I stretch over the distance to touch To feel the unstable element I miss so much To ignite and warm from the inside Radiate out and broadcast worldwide Oh god why? I curse the sole who stole my fire My desire Arrested my cardiac and never gave it back Walked away and left me unprepared for the winter wars I skate through life's icy corridors Headed South trying to reach Equador Thinking I can synthesize my cold insides by sitting in the sun and warming up some Playing dumb to myself When I know all that is left Is this poorly animated physical form trying to pass for life Hoping to find one who shines bright And willing to share the inner light On those cold dark nights
Her smile Her smile puts me in a trance She speeds She speeds up my heart with just a glance She speaks She speaks to me and I am defeated Unable to position words to say And she walks She walks away leaving my head in the clouds As she leaves her presence seared into my memory While her scent Her scent dances over the air I breathe This hex she placed on me forces my head to turn and watch her walk away Her stride so long and graceful Her hips Her hips subtly yet so seductively sway to the rhythm that my heart pounds only when she comes around Left with the impression that I am the only one who sees her the way I do Yet I know there are others helplessly allured to this naturally refined representation of femininity It's a pity One of the practical jokes from life's twisted sense of humor Like a toy that a child can see on the other side of the store window and knowing They will never touch Play with Or have it As their own
Countless champions have stepped into their next existence unceremoniously No monuments No awards Very rarely recognition I write I work I live In your memory Accept my Nonumental Pencil Markings as an effort to redeem the fruit of your labor And replant the seed I create I engineer I write I perform With your names, visions, and ideals in the front of my mind and forever on the tip of my tongue Accept my Nonumental Pencil Markings though you deserve so much more I have prayed to be filled with your spirits I have meditated on your actions I have shed tears that contain your dreams May my tears water plants that grow in your name Accept my Nonumental Pencil Markings and the markings of all those who learn and remember And never let go
I will not be used as your showpiece Your plans to make it big off me And then own me Stop right here at me Whatever plans you have for me won't happen The web you spinning won't be trappin' me The path you mappin' I won't follow Don't you see? You don't know me You don't control me You don't own me You don't pimp me You don't tempt me You don't understand me You won't overstand me You see me as a piece of eye candy Yeah, I got what you want You think you gonna chew me up And when the sweetness is gone Spit me out and leave me lifeless Call me useless A fraction of the man I used to be Get used to me the way I am I am not what was I am what was not You know I confuse you And I loose you in quick unexpected thought motions Leaving your previous notions of me looking absurd You can't stop me You can't even hope to contain me You can't restrain me You can't attain me You can't explain me And you won't change me You trying in vain to capture an essence that will permeate through the most dense material I am an etheric being and you have witnessed no equal But you do not respect me So you do not affect me You do not affect me
Unable to feel what I deal after I shuffle Unable to retort or rebuttal I juggle light speed images in my head I smuggle poison scented potpourri nightmares into my bed Hating myself in the morning for not exploring better options Ignoring phone calls so I can sit alone All beaten by my own misjudgments Misconceptions Misinterpretations Mistakes Miscalculations Excuse me Miss I am intrigued by the gyration of your hips Might we share a dance and a drink Might I convince you to come with me and Indulge in a moment of exploration ecstasy I think This was a mistake I need quick wit and a smile to go along with a touch Buttercup wakeups in sunshine delight Twinkle-toes Hand holds and Rewarding conversation Overstanding me for me as me Not as what I could be with a few minor modifications Been through that once before Don't need it again Almost lost myself in the pretty boy land of Jiggy Pop Until I clicked my Tommy heels and woke up feeling like a heel I'd rather design myself than be someone else's design Searching for this one divine to walk with me As I quest my heart and soul to complete my being As I test my heart and soul to assure me of my reasons As I hold my heart and soul through the changes of every season As I assure my heart and soul this is exactly what I've needed
I am not what was. I am what was not. I am not what was. I am what was not. I am not what was. I am what was not. I am cool needed raindrops on hot city blocks I am keys for doors that have been locked since the last solar equinox I am calmness in the midst of chaos I am honey brown apricot beauty spots I am sevens branded in foreheads and on the back of hands I am the tribal dance taught by ancestors past Yes I dance with my face to the sky at night At night I am a black sheet holding perfect cut diamonds draped over your head. Watch me closely I am being watched closely I am shooting stars I am dolphins on Mars I am intelligent life I am simple atoms connected together to form what I am I am not what was. I am what was not. I am not what was. I am what was not. I am not what was. I am what was not. I am ancient I am so old I am new I am voodoo from the bayou I am laughing because I see through the disguise They told us our voodoo was wrong And our Gods were lies But really they were afraid because our Gods hurt them when we prayed I am telling the truth Our Gods were not evil Our Gods only hurt them when they hurt their people I am one of the Gods who will hurt you if you hurt my people I am what infinite times infinite squared infinite equals I am infinite I am so old I am new I am what was here before you I am what was here before you So, I Am
I woke up. Which is funny cuz when I laid down, I was all broke up. I guess my body said, "Hold up." "I gotta heal up so I can get up." So I made it through the night. Most people would say, "Be happy you're alive." But I'm not listening to you. I got better things to do. And I kinda look at it like the good lord blessed me with one more day that I have to live the lie. Nah, Nah. I'm not saying I'd rather be dead. I'm just saying everyday the same uncontrollable issues run wild around me like an undisciplined child. Parents won't spank them or either just don't care. So what could have been handled early on has grown out of hand with time. It might just be a matter of perspective but it seems like these problems affect the people around me most. So sometimes I don't want to wake up and live another day the same as yesterday. Wake me up when tomorrow gets here. And then some activist will shake me and tell me one person can make a difference. But I'm not listening to you. I got better things to do. Yeah, if every one person felt like fighting for the same cause we might change the world. But when was the last time we all opened the same book and turned to the same page at the same time and read the same line in harmony? Notice I said harmony and not unison. They are quick to tell us something that sounds good but when the truth comes out what sounded good is Making things worse. So I thought I'd add some irony and make something that really is good, sound good too. I bet it's some law against that. They'll be telling me to stop rocking the boat as soon as they realize they can't control it. But I'm not listening to you. I got better things to do. We're already caught in the rapids heading downstream with no paddles. Let me have my fun mocking the situation we are all trapped in. I didn't put us here. You did. You fix it. I'm chillin'. I guess it's a good thing you're in the same boat I am, huh? They aren't really concerned with everyone in the boat. So, I'm sure they'll figure out a way to get themselves out of the boat. I just gotta pay attention. Cuz if I blink and miss it, they'll leave the boat in the water with me in it. But I sit back and quietly watch and when they get out, I dip too. Hit the shore, head back home and go back to being little old useless me. Am I useless or am I sarcastic? I was speaking to a person at a parade downtown. One of our sports teams won the championship or something. Or we might have been marching to get the mayor out of office, I can't remember. Either way it was pointless. I just needed something to do that day. But this woman commented on how beautiful downtown was. I poked my chest out and felt a sense of pride. I mean, she was talking about the city I call home. But then she stuck me with a pin and deflated the chest that I had stranded out in the middle of nowhere with no protection when she said, "I haven't come to the city since I was a little girl. I just don't feel safe." I shook my head. Oh lord, I am not listening to you. I got better things to do. Like noticing all the trash they left on the streets of my beautiful downtown after they headed 25 miles or more back to the suburbs. Dear lady if you haven't been to the city since you were a little girl, how do you know you don't feel safe there? I bet you hear voices from that box that sits in your living room. It tells you these things, doesn't it? I bet you believe what it says too. For the record I have a box that talks in my living room too. But I don't listen to it. I have better things to do. Like looking out my window and watching this little girl find dimes in the street. Take a look. She looks so happy. Remember when amusement was that cheap? I want to get back to that way of life. So I try to take walks at night so I can look at the stars. Hey. Could you move your pollution? You double-parked it right in front of Alpha Centauri. I can't see. So I continue my walk Only to have you step out of the shadows, like I was supposed to know you were there. Whispering some devious plan that you want me to take part in? But I'm not listening to you. I've got better things to do. And what you doing hiding out in the darkness anyway. Get out here in the open so we can all see what you doing. I can't trust anything I can't see. I guess that lady was right. It's not safe to walk the streets here. The funny thing is we don't pose a threat to each other until someone else gets involved. I think I'll just go back home and talk out loud to myself. That's about all I can do since, You aren't listening to me, true? You got better things to do.
My name is Rufus P. Justice. My e-mail address is tastydog@alltel.net. I am 24 years old turning 25 in July. I have been writing as long as I can remember. However, I just started dedication a good amount of time to developing my writing. I am a database programmer. I live in Milledgeville, Georgia but was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan.
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