Darqnuss |
|
|
Born and raised on the Westside of Chicago, So...I follow a certain creed, I was born of a different breed leagues above the rest. This ain't just no high post talk, This some sho-nuff walk on the wyld side, that chi-town style syde, This confidence and full of pryde syde, that emminates from my frame, from my name, from the swagger in my game. One that ain't gained through dumb %#&@$!, but through being honest with what i be and who i see in the morror. Not a killer, but a filler of mind and hearts, with a spark of intellect and respect thats rejected by most, but I..hold it close to me, see cus I'm of a different breed.
"To be for real though people, life and living really ain't nothin' to b played wit'; Specially when it come 2 love N relationship. So what I'm propossiing is not 2 get on here wit' some nonsense about my character and it's flaw. I have issues, as does everyone else. Im on here looking 2 maybe meet or converse wit' sum kindred spirits. Not looking 2 fulfill no fantasies nor am i here 2 sale dreams. I'm really just on here chillin' while in the process of looking for peace of mind." Author, Darqnuss
What's up people? It's the Darqnuss wlkng N2 D Lyte of what i hope will B sumthing IllumN8ing. I'm about the coollest dude I know, so that's what im looking 4 N a friend, lover, associate or whatever. No Pimpin', No Playin'. I love the female way and the female body. An Artist of sorts, so those figures do somethin' to me. Anyway, I don't deal with people (women or men) who con and try 2 play mind games all the time. I say let's all B cool N Njoy the time we got on this Blaq Planet. I'ts (life) 2 short 4 Bull!#$&.So no stuck up tightly wound people, or people 2 screwed up N da head to tell the difference between doing something foolish or just plain B-ing a FOOL. I'm probably 2 much of that 4 my own good. So look, I'm the guy who loves doing spontaneous things, i have a witty sense of humor and i'm down 2 earth and fun loving. i'm pretty much looking 4 someone who complements me more so then matches me. So if ur out there, here I am. Get up wit me. And again, no offense, but I'm very straight
.............................. ...Step N2 Da Darqnuss
............................ .............................. .........Darq Poetry........................ .............. .............................. .................. Dat Dress Besides the way you look and the knowlegde you possess, I definatly like the way you look in 'dat 'dere dress. The way it hugs your body, gently coressin' those curves. The way it accents those hips defies mere words. In one piece or two; strapless or with the back out. The way that dress is warin you, a nigga can't help but to shout. Baby, baby, please!!! as I drop to my knees. Amazed by yo' thighs and where they take my eyes. Guided by my thoughts, my intentions close in hand. How can I make you see? Tell me, do you understand. What I'm tryin' to say to you boo, is the things you make me do when you move up in that dress one can only guess . Like when I think back to when I saw you walkin' by, how much strenght it took for me not to cry, "My, my, my that dress" I must confess, it impresses me to see. Tryin' to pretend to comprehend just what you tryin' to say when you sway in 'dat dress So would I have a chance to show you how I romance? With one simple request, please, just ware 'dat dress. ..................... .............................. .... Who Am I? Who am I? I'm a witness to senseless acts. I dismiss and requite the facts. I'm the burden on every back. I'm the courage you often lack. I'm an oddity, uncommon, undone. A monstrosity, an abomination. A carbon copy, a quirk, I'm forsaken. I'm the dirt on a path less taken. I'm confused when it's time to choose. I'm restrained when it's time to move. I'm the blame when things don't go right. I'm the games that's played in the night. I'm the darkness that clouds your sight. I'm the taste that hounds for another bite. I'm selfish, yet sympathetic and accomodated. I'm accused, hurt, ill used and crime related. I'm a mishap, unintended, futile and ill fated. I'm debated on in subjegated ways, revered and hated. I'm not always accepted but I accept. An activist and an actor. I don't always fit where i get in or get in where I fit to factor. I'm boundless, an endless abyss of degraded and discarded chapters. I'n a book with a thousad pages but, the words were never captured. I'm the master of my fate, I'm too late,an absent minded daydreamer. I'm the one who cant wait to take your place, the face of every shcemer. I'm a father, a son, a brother and a friend. I'm a husband, I'm a lover, the begining and the end. I'm unrestrained and untamed, I cause the space around me to bend. I'm in his grace, once depraved, now I depend. I'm a kidnaped child, the soul of a prophet, I'm the voice in choices. I'm the letters, bold an black, spoken. I'm the joy in rejoices. I'm an enemy and an ally, a paradox and a constant annoyance. I'm the words of the world, unimaginable is what my point is. I'm the questions in the heads of the said majority. I'm true Nubian, like Adam, David, Moses and not a minority. I say again," Who am?" .............................. . They are still a work in progress so bare with me. More of my original poetry to come. They can also be viewed on www.allpoetry.com under the name Darkness. .............................. ..... .............................. .....
A Tainted Soul Lookin' at the eyes of a tainted soul, Who can say they really see the thoughts he holds? Who can tell him what he already knows? Who could care less when he came or if he goes? Who can show him a path when he's lost in his ways? Who will keep him afloat when sinkin' in seasons and days? Who can reimburse him for a life that never pays? Who can see clearly through his dark and somber gaze? Who can understand his words without knowing the word? That, to him, is more ignorent then oddly absurd? Who can hear him speak without feeling disturbed? They were only bein' polite to listen, he was of no real concern. Who can really say why his countenance is so bleak? Who can see the reasons why they see him as weak? Who really wants to listen to the worries of the meek? Who will reach out and comfort him when his pain is at it's peak? Who will be there to catch him when his cries buckle his knees? Who will be there to cosole him when he sighs to hide his pleas? Who will regain his pride while he's despised by his enemies? Who will act surprised when he desides to finally BE? Behind his tainted eyes hides a mind no one can judge. Inside he finds the pride despite the lies no one can budge. All he asks is time and wouldn't mind a little nudge. Though he doesn't ask this of man, God and I will show him love. ........................... From the Pullpit to the Public From the pews to the street, goes the beat of ebony feet. From Bible study to the teachings of the block. From choir practice to his favorite hangout spot. There goes a young soul of a dieing breed. To be reaped and sown from an un-planted seed. To be thrown into a world of pain and greed. And given only a bible for him to read. He prays with the multitudes to stay abreast. But, the streets will give him a different test. The playground calls him and so does the church. He looks for life in the bricks where he lurks. The scriptures hold the true meaning of his worth. But, the world unfolds a new pleasing desert. It's pleasing at first, because he sees no real difference, between the streets and the church, except for his attendence. He sees all the hurt in both the wicked and the witness, who drags in the dirt just to get some attention. The word was always heard but, the change was not mentioned. With restrictions he observes, as they blame thing on fiction. With diction that's disturbed, they speak to him with conviction. So, he's tossed along side the curb from the frictions of this system. So, who will offer him help, will it be the public or the preacher? When all his cards are dealt, while you allow the house to beat cha? And all his pain is felt, will he accept that as his teacher? Will he keep it in the moment, while you wait for tomarrow to come and meet cha'? ..........................
|
