DRA01 I RATHER BE HATED FOR WHO I AM THAN BE LOVED FOR WHO I AM NOT - June 24, 2011 add/view comments (0) |
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Come on in and enjoy yourselves, relax and if you have it then take a cold sip of something satisfying to your heart.... DRA01 welcomes you to my lil corner of self-sufficiency. I love to meet new and open minded individuals who values life and the love of others, as well as themselves.... for to love another you must first love yourselves. I'd like to thank those of you who have accepted or invited me to be your friend on BP and to all visitors thanks for gracing my spot. I am single, while i'm not looking for anyone to share my life with at this moment, I am willing to open my heart for the RIGHT woman. I am a straight to the point kind of guy, I do not like DRAMA, will not tolerate it whatsoever. My life is one of the most important things in this world, my son is first, family and friends. I enjoy writing poetry so if you decide to take the time to read any of my pieces I truely hope you'll enjoy. Your opinion is appreciated as well, like it or not. I can become very vocal about what I feel and believe in.... So, If you're a male, meaning born a boy and carry the male hardware of a boy you're on the wrong page...{Peel Off} If you were born again "a boy" but, decided you no longer wanted to be that.... You are confused and should, must, for the sake of your feelings get the f.u.c.k off my page. I love my women 100% and though sex feels good for the body and mind I do look for more than just an external feel. I enjoy conversing with those who I meet but, if you're from GHANA, which seems to be the most common place seeking suckers, oooops! I'm not that guy. If you're offended by anything that I've said, then i've done my job cause it was meant for you! Stay blessed BP fam, I hope to be a blessing to you.
SUPERMAN YOU SAY THAT I'M YOUR SUPERMAN
REPRESSED APPITITESHIPS PASSING IN THE MIST CLASHING UPON ISLANDS OF PARADISE WE STAND SHIPWRECKED AND ABANDONED THE STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE THIS INTERLUDE OF ROMANCE HAS DEPRICATED INTO THE SANDS THE SALTY SEA TAINTED SAVORY PASSION BETWEEN YOU AND I THE DESIRE TO MERGE OUR INDEPENDENCE NO LONGER CONTAINS SUBSISTENCE THE TENDERNESS OF LOVE HAS NO RECORD STORED UPON MY HEART SHATTERED MIRRORS ACROSS THE CARIBBEAN LAND REFLECTS AN IMAGE OF A DISMANTLED UNION AND AS TIME HAS COME TO PACK AND LEAVE MY HEART REMAINS THE SAME BUT AS FOR LOVE IT HAS REPRESSED MY APPITITE
DARK SPACESTHE SOCIABILITY OF A SERENE EXCURSION ESCAPES THE MENTAL CAPACITY OF MY STATUS TO HER PRESENCE HER FLIGHT IS LIKE THE RICHNESS OF CHOCOLATE PLEASING MY PALATE AS THE IMAGINARY STATE OF SOLITUDE TRANSVERSE MY MIND AND I CAN'T REGAIN I CAN'T REGAIN THE BASIC TRACES THE PLACES OF HER FACE IS HIDDEN IN DARK SPACES, THE POST EXISTANCE AND PREMEDITATED PERSISTANCE DISMISSES EVERY PRELUDE OF THIS WICKED MISTRESS. DARK SPACES REPELLS DESIRES OF LOVING HER, CALLING HER, EVEN SEEING HER SWEETENS REGRETS OF KNOWING EACH FOLICLE OF HER. THE SNAPPING OF MY MIND RETAINS A DIM THOUGHT OF HER AS LIGHT DESPERATELY REACHES BEYOND FOGGY SHORELINES SEARCHING FOR HER, IN DARK SPACES I STUMBLE UPON UN-TIED LACES PRAYING FOR GRACES TO FORGET AND LET GOD REMOVE MY IDEALISM OF LOVE. THROUGH DARK SPACES MY AFFLICTION IN STARVATION IS THE CONFLICTING CIRCUMSTANCE OF OUR UNION AS MARS AND VENUS CREATES MASS DESTRUCTION IN AN UNPARAELLE UNIVERSE OF DARK SPACES.
THINKING
I EXPRESS PRESENT THOUGHT IN SPOKEN WORD AS LETTERS CONTINUE TO CLUTTER MY MIND IN SEARCH OF THE MYSTERIES VACANTCIES AND SIMPLICITIES OF PEACE, CHASING WATER FALLS IN UP STREAM RIVERS AND LOW TIDE LAKES WAITING TO INHALE. SHES THE MOON IN WHICH I HOWL TO THE ACHING FRUSTRATION MANIFESTING THOUGHT INTO WORD INTO ACTION INTO BEING CRIPPLES ME. THE GLASS SHATTERING BEHIND SPILLED MILK SYMBOLICALLY DEFINES THE WORST IS YET TO COME, AND IM THINKING..MAYBE IM NOT THE RIGHT FIT FOR THIS PUZZLING EPISODE OF "ONE LIFE TO LOVE". IN THE TENDERNESS OF THESE MIGHTY HANDS, I'VE CARESSED HER BURDENS,HEALING THE SCORNFUL TRIALS OF HER MIND... AND I'M THINKING... AFTER THIS MADNESS OF PLACING THE VALUES OF MY LOYALTY ON THE TABLE, THE FOUNDATION OF OUR INTIMATCIES WAS UNSTABLE. I CAN'T SAY WE WEREN'T GOOD PEOPLE, BUT TOGETHER WE AREN'T GOOD... I SAY CAN I, SHE SAY MAY I, I LIKE IT COLD, SHE WANTS IT HOT, IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T CARE FOR HER, I DON'T CARE FOR HER INSECURITIES THE IMPURITIES THAT SEEPS FROM HER MINDLESS CONCEPTION OF ROMANTICISM... AS I WASH HER OFF MY SKIN, THE CORTEX OF HER ANATOMY IS GODLY WHILE THE CORE OF EXISTANCE BREEDS SIN... EMOTIONALLY SUFFOCATED, MY SANITY IS DEPRIVED BY YOUR REASONING AND STILL I'M LEFT...... THINKING
The POETI SEARCH THE HALLS FOR FACES MYSTERIOUSLY TRACING TRACKS OF MY OWN PATH POETIC ICONS WITH NICKLE PLATED MICS EXTEND THE DEPTHS OF THESE WALLS AS DEEP AS MY WORDS MAY REACH TRUTH AND JUSTICE PREVEILS INSIDE THE DOORS OF SUPREME COURTS WHEREAS FOR THE POET THE STREETS HOLD THE JOURNAL FOR THE WRITES WITHIN THE LINES OF MY PAD STAINED WITH FOUNTAIN PEN THOUGHTS THE AROMA OF INCENSE WITH SPOKEN WORD FLOODS THE HOUSE OF SPECTATORS SNAPPING THEIR FINGERS TO JAZZY BLUES NOTES WHILE THIRD NiTE POETRY CHASERS HARMONIOUSLY CRIES...... (FLO MAN FLO) AS MY MEMORY EXCRETES THOUGHTS OF LOVE, PAIN AND SUBMISSION CYMBALS AND BASS LINES COATS THE TONE OF MY VOICE OVER BROWN LIQUOR SIPPERS DROWNING THEIR TRIALS IN POETIC FASHION MY VIRGIN TONGUE ON THE MIC STIMULATES PASSIVE NEURONS SPITTING MEIOTIC PHRASES IN VETERAN POETRY SLAMS POETICALLY CREATING METAPHORIC IMAGES ON OPEN MIC PLATFORMS INCITING MENTAL RIOTS WITHIN THE CONFINES OF MY WRITES THE DARKEST PLACES OF MY CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM MANIFESTS THE DEEPEST INCEPTION OF A REVOLUTIONIZED STATE OF POETIC JUSTICE AS AGAIN I PUT MY TONGUE INTO IT
UNTITLED
THE SCARS BENEATH MY EYES CARRIES THE PAIN OF TRUTH AND LIES CAPTURED IN EVERY TEAR I CRY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOW TO THE SOUL COLD AND EMPTY FULL OF LIFELESS MEMORIES STORED IN THE ATTICS OF LOVE AND BROKEN HEARTS
THE SALTY TASTE OF DROWNING IN THE CRIES OF MY EYES BEING BAPTIZED INTO SUBMISSION TAPPIN OUT OR IN THEN OUT OF LOVE FOR PLEASING LOVE IS TEASING LOVE KNOWING.... I'M JUST TEASING LOVE
GLARING STARES OVER THE WINDOW PANE AS PAIN FORCES ITS STRAIN FROM THE INCEPTION TO THE INCOMPLETION OF...... OF THIS THING THE PRIVATION OF THIS THING, THE COGNITION OF THIS THING, OF THIS THING, OF THIS THING, OF THIS LOVE
ALTHOUGHT THE DEEDS OF FOREPLAY AND INTAMACIES ARE MOMENTS AWAY IN TRAVEL, REACHING INTO ONES' MENTAL BLOG FOR SECURITY IS STILL, STILL NOT ALL WAYS ENOUGH
TOUGH LOVE IS THE CURRENT CURRENTS PULLING MY HEART BACK INTO THE DEPTS OF SINGLE-NESS BEING ONE CHOSEN IN A FEW STRINGS OF BITTER SWEET LICORICE ONLY TO BE TASTED AND DISCARDED FROM THE ONES BUDS
THE SCARS WILL NEVER BECOME MASKED SYMBOLS OF DEFEATMENT, CONCEDING BATTLE WOUNDS OF LOVES TRIUMPHANT MARCH TO TRANSVERSE MY HEART THE SCARES BENEATH MY EYES SHALL BECOME MY METALS OF HONOR FOR LOVES SAKE
HEARTS' CONSPIRACYMY HEART CONSPIRED TO HAVE THEE IN IT'S THEORY OF LOVE AND I THE PUPIL OF MEDIUM WISDOM FELL DEEP UNTO YOUR BOSSOM NESTLED IN THE WARMTH OF YOU
THE UNDYING AFFECTION FOR LESSONS LEARNED THROUGH THE COURSE OF A DISEASED PASSION OF DESIRE I SOUGHT THEE FOR THE COMFORT AND VALUES OF LOVE
A HEARTS CONSPIRED THEORY THAT CHALLENGES MY THOUGHTS INTO CONCIEVING LOVE IN BELIEF THAT I AM MADE TO WIN
BORN TO WITHSTAND YOUR RAGE OF WAR AGAINST LOVE AND HATE, YET I AM REMINDED THROUGH YOUR CONSPIRED EXAMINATIONS THAT OVER TIME I AM HATED
AND IN PASSING THROUGH THE WAKE OF MY HEARTS IMPULSIVE ACTIONS I NOW KNOW I HAD NO CHANCE IN VICTORY FOR THE CONSPIRACY OF HEART HAS ALREADY SEALED ITS VERDICT
NO MORE TIME FOR YOU!From the first time that I saw you
I knew l'd love you.
I felt that once I get my
hands on you
nothing or no one
would break us apart
and I thought we had an agreement
that a day such as this
would never come but,
here we are.
I fell in love with
your sweetness,
the thickness of
your exterior was
a wonderful sight to see,
"MAGICAL".
You were a major part of
my morning, noon and night.
The sweetness I've found in you
no longer exists.
I've enjoyed your wetness,
the pleasure you've given
I can't feel any more.
I create the pleasure better
for my self,
don't get me wrong,
you were good but
it just didn't last.
Maybe someone else could be
happier with you
but not me, not any more.
Today is my last day for you,
I'M DONE.
I thought I had found
something special
and lasting
yet you decieved me.
Never again will we
try to work this out...
McDonalds on 34th
North and South
now has the worst Sweet Tea.
I thought they were having
a couple bad days
but it's been too long.
I'm sticking with my own home
Sweet Tea.....
Touching You I want to touch the interior heartbreak and misery brewing beneath the exterior of your affections lying reassuring words upon the trials of your love thru its core With persistence I share the deepest desires which releases my mind to connect intimately to your heart without exhausting the present feel for one another In other means I want to know the passion driven love burning your soul while learning to love you within I want to touch the interior of that which feels the joy of being known knowing that you are completely filled from the inside first then satisfied all over being baptized in the fountains of my love I want to touch the deeper parts of your psyche with emotional foreplay causing cerebral orgasms until I'm ordered to stop touching your pleasures Open your heart and allow me to touch the depths of your soul
I am I WAS CONSIDERED THE SEED SPROUTED FROM THE LEVELING PLAINS OF THE EARTH THAT I AM I AM THE SONS OF DAUGHTERS THE OFF SPRING OF BROTHERS AND THEIR BROTHERS BROKEN BRANCHES WHICH HELD TIGHTLY TO LYNCH MOB CONFESSIONS THE TEARS OF CRIES RAPED IN BACK FIELDS OF OPEN SKIES I AM MEMORIALS DEDICATED STATUES OF SEGREGATED IMPERMISSIBLE COLOR UNJUSTIFIABLE MURDER AND FOUR LITTLE GIRLS HE IS I-I AM HIM MOCHA SUSTAINABLE FLESH HISTORICALLY POWERFUL ABOVE SUSPICION FIST CLUTCHED PRIDE OF MY COLOR AND MY LOVER I AM THE REVERSE INTELLECTUAL STATUS FOR INFERIOR HATE THE IMPERIAL STATUE OF PROMINENT DOMINANCE OVER ENCRYPTED PSYCHE I AM HIDDEN AGENDAS THAT WILL SUPPLICATE TO DUPLICATE MY EXISTENCE MENTALLY STRONG EMOTIONALLY EQUAL TO THE SEQUEL OF MY NUBIAN QUEEN WITHOUT VIOLENCE OR PRETENTIOUS MIGHT THE POSTERITY OF MY FIGHT ISN'T TO SUCCUMB TO INTRICATE LESSONS PROFESSIONS OF AN EXTREME SUPREME ENTITY I AM MORE THAN JUST A BILL ON CAPITOL HILL MY VOICE VIBRATES THE WORLD WITH THUNDEROUS SOUNDS OF TWO MILLION BOOTS IN A MILLION MAN MARCH I AM MORE THAN BABY MOMMA DRAMAS GOLD FILLED FRONTS BLUNTS AND BROADS EXPENSIVE CARS OR ME'NAGEA TROIS I AM MORE THAN SYSTEMATICALLY REVERTED TO ANYONE'S PREVERSE UNIVERSE THE COMPRESSED OPPRESSIVE IDEA OF DIVERSITY I AM JESUS CHRIST DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. HARRIET TUBMAN AND ROSA PARKS I AM EMMITT TILL LA AMISTAD AND TRAYVON MARTIN I AM THE VOICE OVER VOICES THAT WILL NEVER BE HEARD THE CELEBRATION OF BLACK HISTORY LASTING MORE THAN A MONTH OR A DAY I AM THE BLISTER HANDS OF REDEMPTION AND THE FOUNDATION OF EQUALITY I AM THE INHERITANCE OF COLOR NEITHER SHAKEN NOR STIRRED THE BOND OF MY ROOTS ARE NOT EASILY BROKEN FOR I AM HERE I AM HERE I AM
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