Give Us Heart Us Free(Poem)

Let me go.

Let my mind wonder free from thoughts of you, us and anything that has to do with love.

I just want to sleep at night and not wonder how you are doing.

Or hear some song,

And the first thing on my mind is you.

I just want the cure.

The antidote that removes this poison that keeps reminding me of you again and again.

I know against you I bore immature sin,

And I believe as punishment I deserve to long for you,

To thirst for you,

To crave your nourishment,

But to what end???

Each date, each pleasant conversation with another,

Is like my parole hearing.

And the board keeps denying me my freedom.

Back to cellblock J I go.

Each pretender is nice…but a you…NO, NO, NO!!!

And just when I think you are out my system,

I become a repeat offender.

Caught up in my past glory,

No alibi,

Just another lie to myself.

Well enough alone should have just been left,

And now the budding freedom from this curse of the heart,

Has been stolen,

Better commonsense has been far from smart.

I’m serving cruel and delusional punishment.

Chocolate(POEM)

Chocolate is my temptation.
Smooth, creamy, thick and refined,
I cling to each bite as if the world's last was mine.
I love how when my touch lingers,
the warmth of the moment melts chocolate to hand,
And I have the guilty pleasure of licking my fingers.
Each sense emerges from the perpetual bland,
and bears witness to the moment,
that first nibble reaches my mouth.
Chocolate calms and soothes me,
as the warmth of my tongue guides the sweetness ever forward.

Milk Chocolate Misses(POEM)

Beautiful from head to toe,
This image in my mind,
My mind won't let go.
She's stunning and I've just seen it for the first time.
Her lips drip mahogony kisses,
She's my Milk Chocolate Misses.
I'd...
Sneak ever closer to steal glimpses,
And let my lips nibble sweet coco kisses.
As her skin,
Leaves the warmth of the sun's perfection,
On my lips for my tongue's inspection.
Together...
We'd resurrect Egyptian monuments,
And coast the Nile for 2 kilometers plus a mile.
We'd heal some past wrongs,
And find our mutual right,
when individually we seem so wrong.
Id...
Appreciate her always.

Directions - Poem

The sounds of my people are headed the wrong way,
Due...West, Kanye.
They say,
They slay,
And move metric tons of Ya,
And our kids play,
music talking about gun play.
If this Kat Stacks,
then I'm yelling “JENGA!!!”
Our people have drunk the lyrical Kool-aid,
Home-made,
Made home and how we got here into memory fade...
Playwrights write of how we've live played,
Looking forward to “Madea go(es) to Hell.”
The end...role credits...Connery by BET...Black Hole Power.

Caring past the point of no return - Poem

Mean stuff is said as camouflage.
She's behind enemy lines,
and my defenses are broken down.
I hear that all too familiar sound...
She's making my heart race.
I knew this was going to happen,
but her smile slowed me putting my ultra, super deluxe fence in place.
Now look at me...
Standing face to face,
Trying to act as if I'm still cool.
She's no fool,
and neither am I...well I'm her fool but that's the only exception.
I glance away before making eye contact,
as if surrender and conquest are far from my mind.
Just friendly,
At least one of us knows that I'm lying.
I'm dying,
To say or do anything but doing nothing is really trying.
This is what I get for spying,
For caring pass the point of no return,
Passed where interested turns to yearning.
Have I not learned anything from the past?
When it comes to putting up fences...be fast.

She's never been called beautiful - Poem

I whisper...
"You're beautiful."
And in that moment,
Doubt grows bold to rob her of what should be,
the sweet reassurance,
Of a man expressing his heart's interpretation of what his eyes see.
For she,
had never been told she was beautiful.
"Cute", "fine", "pretty" and even the playful "You Aight."
but tonight,
she's looking as if she's being lied to,
as if I had tried to,
win points by stretching the truth.
Doubt is holding firm,
and as her eyes search away from my face,
My heart raises its pace,
She needs to hear it again,
"You are beautiful,
Not sort of good enough,
Not better with less on,
Not like some image on TV,
But like what it is I see when you feel much less,
and I still can't believe that on your lowest days,
You are still the very best."
She heard me this time...
Where is Doubt now...
Looking for the next woman that wishes her man would say "You are beautiful..."


***One reader's take on my poem***

Silence(more like laziness) broken.

OK, I'm refusing to let this blog be one of those things I start and stop....

I've been doing a lot over the last two months. One important thing is that I have started networking in the Microsoft Developer's community in and around Atlanta, GA. So far I'm happy to say that I've met some really interesting minds and have had some of the best and geekiest conversations of my life. I'm looking forward to becoming more of an active participant as well as learning how to manage my opinionated stances and perspective in a room of great minds.

As for the gym I'm still hitting hit hard. I'm hoping the consistency will pay off and hope to eventually gain a better grip on a more strict and less fun "way of eating." I was told by one of my friends at my gym that I have a group of women that secretly want to know what it is that I'm doing since they apparently have noticed some of my progress. Couple this with my recent attendance at this new gym since I moved, it seems that these ladies think I have some magic potion that melts fat and puts on muscle...

As for my dating life, I'm still grinding it out. Really haven't thrown a lot of energy into going out my way to meet women, but I'm happy to say that in my natural walk of life, I'm confident and have the tools to present the best me. However I am thinking of starting a new blog talking about relationships, my humble opinion and my lack or abundance(still to be determined) of game. Well that's the update that I needed to get things going. Stay tuned also for my new website under development that is going to feature my professional musings and samples of projects I'm developing in my spare time.