“They think they know”

They dooo…
They think
they doooo…

You don’t listen
You compare.
You brush me off
Like you don’t care.
Clarify this shit…
As My diagnosis
rolls up off anothers
Tongues…

like
Water off a leaf
That’s weak…

Let me make it
Clear to those
Who won’t and
Don’t understand
That the issue
Can’t be compared
To you self
Diagnosis of me
Or yourself.

Boxed in a
A box in corner…
Small walls
I can’t peak over
Them.
With out…
I dare you to
speak… Making
Me more lonely…

“OH just do some breathing techniques and exercise. “

Ok that’s fine!
but It only
Last for a little
while!
You wonder why!
I Don’t smile!
I just
Need a stronger
Dose im on
Enough meds
To take a bull
Down!

Make me bitter
At all repetitive
remarks!

You!
Don’t!
Know!
Me!

Let me tell you
How it feels to
Be me!

Relationships/can’t
Going out in public/won’t
Being surrounded by
new people your
Friend knows/ I don’t think so…

I can socialize
to an extent.
If I say something
Out of order…..
To the huddle…
You may or may
Not hear me
keep apologizing……..

So my isolated
My inner and outer
Being…….

These issues with
in me.

Can only be exposed
If you know me….
Or sometimes not
I just feel…
Real tire…
So good night…

O ya…
I forgot…

Most times group
With a bunch of
Me’s and yous can…
Maybe even a hand
Full can understand me…

Only!

My mind
Is…

Mostly out of
Order………

I never asked for
A pity party ………

Lemon Spines

(For WordPress only)


To the…

Nappy corn
rows…

Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…

By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…

Times…

A planet
expose
to my….

Behold…

Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…

Fold…

Trending
Center fold
Trending center…

Fold…

Is for the love
Of sweat topics…

You write with…

Tongue a tropical
Thunder…

Dances
to rain drops…

On our thrones…

As it was
written…

kings…

Queens…

Hello black
Self-esteem…

Black like the…

Power in
One right side
Fist to….

Sometime
A strike…

Putting
Up a fight…

Solution was
Fists…

To….

Put you in your
Place…

Keeps
you on point…

To wicked ways…

Black is beautiful….

I say black…

It Is beautiful in
every…

lips shade for
shadowing me…

Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…

Cameroon soil…

Uganda…

Tanzania…

South Africa
Before the British
Took it….

Yet…

I got to have
that center to
fold you…

To ease
my social
Anxiety…

The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….

Aren’t Frightened
by me…

We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…

Sun rises
on dark skin…

A melonated
Fragrance…

Light skin….

I can’t…

Fight skin…

Is a…

delight skin…

Smells like..

Like…

Like…

Damn it’s
So repetitive…

Never to be
forgotten by I…

Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…

Come over
here…

Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…

Ooowww….

Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…

leaving Monday
a day for fun day…

making it feel like a
Friday…

Touch my
Chocolate…

I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…

Not a hopeless
romantic…

Bandit thoroughly…

Needing my
black bambee
close…

To…

I…

eye to
eye is a kiss full..

Hugs so tight I can
feel your….

Soul…

my black…
Ah…

Da..

Black Queens……..

They Gone Go

You can
have the
best dick
in the universe!
You can
have the
greatest
pussy of
all times!

You can
be honest,
loyal!
You can
give all
your love,
give the
Perfect
Balance
Of affection!
You can
be rich,
wealthy,
all of thee
Above!

Helll! You
can be a
Fuxking
famous
star!

You could
have done
whatever
they wanted
Gave whatever
They desired
Or thought
They deserved!

If they
gone
cheat on
you!
They Gone
cheat on
you!
It’s nothing
you can do………….
Don’t try
to fix it
coz it wasn’t
you!

Fuxk the
excuses,
Those
narcissistic
Point of
Views………….

The blaming,
Finger wagging,
The misery
They put you
Through…

There
misbehaving!
All The
moral
indecency
Projected
On to you!

Cheating on
someone….
is…..
A selfish
thing that
causes a
Traumatic
Feeling,
trust issues,
it’s mentality
abusive…
It can get
Physical….
If they
can cheat
on you once
Then they
will damn
sure
cheat on
you again………….

“NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS!
ITS NOT YOUR FAULT AT ALL
WHY THEY DID IT!!!”

Male/female.. Whatever the fuxk you young mah fuxkaz identify as or go by.

Devouring The Devoted

A
subtle
thought
Apart
from
who
You
see
I
don’t
rain
on
Parades
I
leave
A
chemical
of
Aromas
built
By
Chilled
atoms
To
A
Tantric
mental
Catching
Your
Mind
like
Fly
paper
It
never
goes
Away
Pheromones
Special
guest
Hitting
the
nasal
Inhaled
turning
Eyes
from
black
To
hazel
Now
you
are
trapped
In
my
rum
drunken
Legs
Drunk
Waking
you
up
Like
America
running
On
Duncan
Morning
Hot
Coffee
Donuts
I’m
like
shoes
that
fit
You
just
right
I’ll
wear
You
on
me
like
a
balaclava
eyes
hold
Fire
before
I
run
In
your
bank
To
Withdraw
From
Sticking
Up
Blushing
Comet
Orgasmic
Lips
To
Kiss

To Audition For Solar Energy

Potential
Increased
Slight
showers
Down
On this
QUEEN..
Down to Her
sunshine..
I..
Am..
Forced
To yield..
From
the brightest..
Gleam..
And
Into the flames..
Of lightning..
My eyes from
Behind my
Eyes lids..
Snatched
Them quickly
Blinded..
I’m not afraid..
To touch
The polit
Light..
The
enticing
sun’s
beauty…
The rays have
Grazed my
endorphins..
Till I’m
Fully
engulfed in
Her smile..
Nope..
No choices..
A wild
fires a
forming..
A triangular
earth…
My heart
pounding
From the
Hips rotation..
Three
hundred
sixty degree..
Triathlon..
In her eyes
My Words are
trapped..
Not..
Gone..
On contact..
No preservatives..
Fresh..
Organic..
Resurrection..
Savory..
Insightful..
Stifles..
My..
Perceptions..
her minds..
Unsaid Times..
I’m upset
Dying to..
See one last
Smile..
past in
My dirrection..

Locomotive Locksmith

Through my teeth.
I exhaled my strong self-esteem…

Warm air On the back of
Your neck…

No resistance…

I’m what you were
Missing…

My experience…

Hard Like wood cabinets…

Maybe like brass knuckles…

Let your Lips glistening
Like some lacker… Spreading…

Acrylic strong, vibes,
Good vibrations on
Time…

I Rubbed my stomach…

Entertainment in
for the mouth… More
Play… List…

This ain’t for play…
Rained all day
Down drapes…

A reservoir…
Shows its showers
Before the forecast…

The flowers stimuli… Dipping
Into the vase…

Model Venus…
Breaking the modem…

I couldn’t control my router…

Your soft aggression…

Undeniably…

Spitting like a cobra.
Till… The throat is filled like…

A glass of water

Protein…

Outbursts like Tourette’s…
Syndrome… Fell over

The spot like a… Comb
Over…

Flipping dirty buns in boyshorts
By hand… Spreading….
Like butter…

I can’t believe it’s not…

New angles given…
Your feet a occupational
Position…

My human instincts became…

Well…

Questionable…

Letting the beast out…
Slipping into a cloud…

Show the pipe a slice…
No mainstream artwork…
We just nasty matching nasty…

Bite size creativity sleazy, but
It creates those fabrics
That wont break a bond of order…

The kingdom understanding
No ocward…. Ness….

Bare with me
Till I charge back up…

Shea Butter

My intro wore your body

out like the latest

fashions…

Capsules in tattoos,

Brain washed by

Someone so called taboo…

Someone I
Spy, that’s brown
Skin through
My glasses…

Crowned by

Your influence,

To Shine gold sunz

over me…

Jewel of the

Smile only

motivates

My Integrity…

Lables of silk

Stampede all
Over your figure…

I figured out,

If I stay on your

Heels, then

You will make
One man…

The fool of all
That is real…

Untied, tounge

Out like unlaced

Sneakers…

Funny that I,

Peep us, more

Then you could
Ever…

I can write

A courious

About
My Visions on
Loop…

Yet, visions can

Be very scary
When you can see
Beyond the future…

The truth…

On self, I pray that I
Don’t place a
betting…
chance

With a Russian

Rulete mind

Frame…

For I know, that at

At the end, I’d

Be the one shot
In the head…

With no chances

Of surviving…

When love at first

Write, is a pen
On paper.

Out of control.

The odds of me

Surviving Having

A hole in my

Head.

Is a metaphor

For trying to find

A soulmate

that will

Never end.

Without us…….

“700th Post!”

I think it’s crazy how.

I’ve lasted so long.

No face in the mud.

No bullets in my back.

No more selling crack.

I cracked my knuckles

Before I’ll ever fumble my

Life.

I’ll get pushed

Down by some badges.

Searched up.

beaten down!

Naw!

never me!

I made it clear

That I’d shoot first

Before they ever bury

Me!

I’ll sleep awake!

So no one can take

My dreams.

I’ve grown here.

A month before I

Started typing on

WordPress. I was

Fresh up out the

Can. Throwing away

My I’d badge.

Damn!

House raided again!

Two

Days after. I was back

In jail. then questioned.

Almost violated parol

Into probation. Came home

Again to see my younger

Brother.

He gave me the

Referral to refurbish

My life. Then he said to

Me.

“Tell your story!”

“Well don’t tell them everything?!”

“Man wtf!?”

“Just type in!?”

“You don’t know how to!?”

“Damn it!”

“Just write and I’ll type it!”

I’ve been on here ever since.

700th BABEEEEEE!!

A negro still here!

Thanks for all the support, loves and encouraging words!

Peace and blessings to you all!

Deadly Melodic

Just one

serving of

You.

I’m the dish

Flavored till complete.

Glass lips break, into

Cotton candy.

Grapes…

Lipstick those

falling shards onto

my cheek bone.

Formed A

Cutting-edge kiss.

You almost fell…

like some priceless

China plate before

I caught You.

No matter what

The risk.

I’d never

Let you ever.

A finished cuisine,

Ever hit The floor till.

Shattering.

There is no Remake

As remarkable.

Your Ivory

Sculpture.

So neatly

fine.

Looks like a

Hieroglyphs in

Lines.

Drift-tastic.

My micro endorphins

Open up like.

The sun…

Peaking through the.

After storm clouds.

This was no dream,

That your features

Were close up.

Smiled!

At the flawless

Voodoo.

I’m under

The spell of your eyes.

Oh Lord!

You put a

Spell on me!

You speak Like its

written in old English

Cursive.

Like re-watching

You in a short black and White documentary.

I comatosed into

Nostalgia…

In front of a

mirror…

In What seemed to be

An elevator….

A star, bound

To the ocean.

Into the third eye,

Left wet finger

Prints on me.

I was browsing entirely,

I became quiet.

I wish I was that

Mirror.

A phenomenon

Of beauty.

to fucking

exquisite…

I can’t fucking forget it!

“Crimson Skins By Devika Mathur”

Crimson Skins

Ok…

There comes a time in every persons life.Where we all have to make wise decisions. One false decision can alter the course of your life. Sometimes for the worst!

Luckily…….

I made one great decision…..

A wonderful decision….

A wise decision….

I bought me a copy of

        “Crimson Skins Poetry & Prose!”

A book by the artist, writer and poet!

                “Devika Mathur”

@my.valiant.soul

https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/

     

When the book arrived. First I tore open the cardboard it was in. To my surprise! This book was so soft like her wordplay it felt like velvet. I couldn’t stop rubbing my hand and face up against the book cover. Like I was on some type of psychedelic trip. This book should have been called the Velvet skins.                    

Seriously though…

“If you don’t know her then you better get familiar….”

Her words are so humbling and soft. It’s almost like she’s whispering in your ear.

Her mind is intricately interesting, yet mysterious and challenging.. True art takes time to visualize the meaning. That’s why people stand in front of painting etc, at art Studios forever.

Now there are many talented artist on here. Me personally I have my top 5 poets. Not like the typical cliche poets. They know who they exactly who they are. Keep writing no matter what.

Look people….

Imma keep it all they way real….

We must support our artist!

We absolutely must!

Everyday, month and year.

You sit there and read..

Type your sincerest complements…

Interacting day to day…

With your favorite artist….

If you can do that. Mean every damn word you say. Even give your high praises. To your favorite true artist!

It shouldn’t be a problem for you purchasing there material.

Don’t build people up to let them down!

Make there hard work apart of your collection at home.
Give. Give your favorite artist hope! Give them a reason to know there appreciated. That’s love…..

Peace and blessings to all!

                       Thank you Devika!

For dropping diamonds and peace and blessings to all!