Within You
As I walked along in search of the sun
I encountered many beautiful faces speaking many beautiful languages
Falling ever in love with horizons far beyond; footsteps lost in the poetry of where He had gone
Then unto me came the smile of a sunflower with darkness in its eyes
Why I am not waiting to see if and when will the stars align
Why I am not cursing from dusk till dawn
Because even in the absolute pitch of night I can feel Him
Dispreading my eyelids like petals that have sworn He’s abandoned
I do not know why so many continue staring out in vain
When God is right there within...
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Just Rhyming
I’m a poet
I am poetry
And I cannot sleep
Incapable of combating this insomnia of poetic rumblings
Counting sheep verbally - verily to no avail a remedy
For diaries and 2am entries
The stories of lost queens
Scripting wings for earthbound entities soaring on tears of a swan down stream
Only the lord knows
Why I’m cursed to know why the caged bird sings
Of what a sleepless adder dreams upon the throne of last kings
Sipping from the bittersweet chalice of royalty
How the poison of neither your enemies nor me has nearly the potency
Of a blade tinged with the jubilee of those we hold dearly
Love’s vertigo - time’s clarity
The Hennessey flirting with cups of Thai-tea
The matrix of my sobriety - Is the man half-full or half-empty?
Half seas over stumbling upon faith’s abstinence of boundless devotion to existence, tru... |
Yesterday's Too Slow
Reclined, recalling yesterday’s cheers
Staring ahead while looking back on, today nobody's here
Awe-inspiring sprints throughout became somber relays
Footfalls to my swaggering haste, struggling at a tortoise-like pace
The hair (hare) faded with each ache
Inevitably time surpassed, churning steadfast
Over the hills and on along
Why nothing left behind has ever caught up
Tho' memories have often come close
-cld |
Girl Next Door
The real her is priceless
but the girl next door is consumed by society's infection
An unhealthy dose of "why aren't I good enough?"
Sicken with questions unjust
she imagines her unnoticed physical after the injections
just to satisfy a man's erection
that only pays attention to the perception
of models of perfection
plastered on magazines, tv screens & billboards
She too just wants them to look towards,
and no longer away
Unfortunately
the girl next door under these symptoms sadly believes
she needs to be able to afford
when true beauty's really something you can't pay for |
Parents
From that early night I was born
to that late eve I was conceived
Momma was in love with a man
who having family he didn't believe
Walked out the morn’ he learned she was pregnant
revealing to her that he wasn't quite that loveable man so pleasant
Oh how hard liquor and gentle charm hinders what you see
The good in a ni**a you perceive
It was just her luck
Underage and somehow she snuck out and in to crowded Club Lust
Sharing drinks with a mature stranger gripping her butt
Momma willingly dances
Slowly tempted into giving him some
That’s why he’s mixing and giving her um, more consenting cups
then realizing what he wants she wises and shuts
“Nah, you gotta be my man hun†with laughter
so for the digits he ask her and begins the chase after
super smooth this bastard
Many months later, after many honest conversations loos... |
Old Relations
Distant moves in search of something real
The hardest part about love, loving someone who doesn't feel
Shared a likeness so ideal that made its beauty so surreal
Face to face, day to day so amazed at what time ultimately reveals
Actions unbecoming of thoughts that never he'll
Alive, tho not all survives an emotional ordeal
Scars, she plasters on fake smiles to conceal
Artificial laughs and bogus, joyous cartwheels
Spinning in false zeal, how she hopelessly deals
Bandaged heart, is she really ready to peal?
You can open new relations but the old ones never heal |
Pretend
Lights, camera, action
She's so pretty dancing on set
However when the director calls cut
She leaves
She runs from behind the spotlight
Ugly as ugh...
Make up and wardrobe
Dresser room vanity
Everything about her is made up
Fake smiles
A delightful script portraying her as woman worthwhile
Life & Style
Pretend, pretend, pretend
She's always acting beautiful for friends
until the very last scene ends
A joke
A comedy
Her real life drama’s a genre of horror
But when the film rolls on
She again becomes the wonderful actress we all love
Acting for the world |
Real
A real loser
Pretend it ain't real
When you really lose her
Aggressive,
Real abusive
Pensive,
She’s really passive
She really forgives so whats real she relives
The real her
She’s really tired of what really shouldn’t hurt
Pretend it ain't real
She smiles but when you hit her
That pain she keeps hidden really hurts
The fact that you really don't care really makes it worse
Real is what she deserves
Real is really what she’s worth
But far from real is all you can really serve
It's really sad
When real good girls
With that really really good love
Settle for the ones with that real bad love
-Christopher L. Davis |
Forgotten Star
When you're a star
They'll do anything, they love you
but once the light dims, the shines gone
and you drift into the dark alone
They look away
Nobody's around when the spotlight fades
What a shame
Use to be friends face to face
Use to take them out their world to celebrate
Grant every wish
Oh how quick does admiration change
Now it's f**k you
when they use to look up to you
I guess nobody cares when they can't see you
I guess at your end is when you finally look down and see true
but that's the game
Damn
That's the costly price you pay for fame |
New Days (Life No Longer Paints)
Old brushes
Set in old dusk
Rises and strokes dawn strange to new days
Picture birds wistful chirping
Despairing serenades swirl windows open
Lonesome yawns
See an empty bed capture her awaken to much of the same
Same ol Heartache, Same ol Pain
Sadness a brewin’
Depict tissues like umbrellas for tears trickle like rain
Without love, what life colors
Woeful Grays swept over the Sweetest Blues
Without love, what life colors
Bright Yellows kept behind the Boldest Blacks
Same ol Heartache, Same ol Pain
Dreams daubed over the hills
However vast glass views remain behind closed drapes
When there’s no sunshine,
why look out
When murky floods loom doorsteps and beyond,
why leave the house
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