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Back Door Blues (Ode To Langston Hughes)

Unseen

For years I had been a victim of abuse & didnâ€™t know it. It hit me today when I sat back and listened to a friend vent to me About what was going on in their world. To hear the frustration, the change of tone, how restricted their Behavior has become. Itâ€™s so quick to deny or put something on the back burner when itâ€™s Not you, nonetheless society. Social media. The movies & shows that we take in on a daily basis. The gender equalities we all face at some point or another. But when it comes to men everything becomes one sided. Itâ€™s a lot of things thatâ€™s being swept under the rug, Especially when it comes to insecurities. No one is exempt. Itâ€™s so quick to deny or put something on the back burner when itâ€™s Not you, nonetheless society. We sometimes go the extra mile to help the ones we love, But ultimately, both lines are crossed. Blurring the lines Of responsibility & ultimatums are given. When that time approaches. ...

Velcro Teddy Bear

She opened up my back & stuffed me with things like Affection and reassurance. The value of things often taken For granted. Things I am reminded of every time She hugs me & squeezes me tight. She opened up my back and gave me Things I cannot forget. The fights, the small disagreements That made her feel alone. All of the things she told me while We were alone, how she felt How tight sheâ€™d hold me before Falling fast asleep without notice. Her secret hiding place at the foot of The bed, Revealing a side of me I didnâ€™t know Existed. With every snatch of Velcro My heart grew. Weighted full of words I couldnâ€™t Begin to express. Every time she walked in the room I lit up & smiled, Ears standing straight up. If she squeezed hard enough All of that weight shifted & all the words I couldnâ€™t say Sums themselves up, I love you

Guest House

I still miss you. Sometimes I wonder if you miss me As much as I dream that you do. If I am even a second thought, if you miss Anything about me period. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever squeezed you as tight as I do than when I dream. When I am sleep, everything feels real. The feel of your skin. The way the small of your back raises When you breathe. Your hair a mess, barely holding on to the pillow. Apparently dreams are the guest house to prayers. Missing you hurts like hell, lying awake In angst, not being able to enjoy the moment In full. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever squeezed you as tight as I do than when I dream, Your head in the cease of my arm. I am not ready to wake up yet, I am not ready for you to go. Not ready for you to disappear. When I dream, Every word we say is silent & your heart beats next to mine. You snuggle up close to me & Everything in you just releases. Just let me sleep a while longer, I still feel safe when youâ€�...

Reserved Seat

I rolled my affection into the shape

Of a $100 bill and left it as a tip

Separated from everything else on the table.

However sooner later you find it

This too will become a memory

However accepting or filled with compassion

My absence in the peak of your happiness.

I'll return again and again & you'll never notice my face.

If anyone asks to why, I'll reply In silence

No Full Moon Blues For Slow-Hand Willi Washington

There's no full moon tonight baby.

That ole train is steadily rolling on by

Rolling on into the night.

When I watched the news tonight baby

they promised me my moon

would be full.

No sign of rain, clear skies all night long.

That's what they said.

Where in the world am I suppose to go

On a night like this.

Knowing my moon ain't full.

Packed it's bags and gone.

Gone away at least for the night.

One last glimpse before your gone for good.

That ole train steadily rolling on by baby.

Nothing but storm clouds and the smell of rain

Done packed your bag and gone away.

My sky never been this empty.

Half dark twinkles and rain rolling down my window.

There's no full moon tonight baby

Done packed your bag and gone.

Gone away

Almond Joy

The last time we met.

You stood in front of me wearing those almond eyes

that I love so much.

Not once did I hesitate

Developing a taste for almonds.

The taste of something new in the mystique of fascination.

I did not realize my love for almonds

until the initial taste.

Finding how deletable they are,

The everlasting crunch of an almond.

A unique taste swirled around my mouth

covered in milk chocolate.

Although you have gone, I have remained faithful in your absence.

Recognizing your wrapper by name

Remembering the first crunch I realized I was in love

Jaywalking (Look Both Ways)

And when I see you

My heart skips a beat,

Walking out into the middle of the street

Without regard to the cars

darting through the intersection.

Some raising their fingers,

Others intentionally driving faster.

Remembering a time,

Remembering a place that

you were everything I needed.

Everything I could have wanted.

And when I see you

My heart so badly wants to

relive those moments.

Stepping one foot in front of the other.

Dodging near miss

After near miss.

Knowing that deep down

I'll end up getting hit

For not letting go

Couldn't Wait

If clothes could speak

You'd be the fragrance

They'd wear.

A kiss to remind them that they too, are alive.

Welcoming you with open lips

& arms.

If clothes could speak

They'd be fluent in speaking you.

Touching you in a way that you don't touch yourself,

Knowing the chance may never

Come again.

They'd reveal to you, that you were the one

They couldn't wait to uncover

Pizzeria

When love arrives,

It arrives only to leave again.

Coming back to another again.

Another time,

Another arrival.

The same streets once laughed and grinned in.

When love arrives,

It arrives as that familiar face

Strolling down the street without a care in the world.

A personality in the wind mutual to which steps to take.

When love arrives,

It arrives with a certain taste.

The first slice of readily made pizza.

Made hot, fresh.

Pepperonis covered in cheese.

Knowing it's favorite place, love.

It's soon to leave until the urge returns.

The pizzeria tucked in the corner.

The pizzeria no one knows about.

The pizzeria that can be found in each and every city.

When love arrives no matter how ma...

Number Your Trying To Call

I fear the day I call

and hear

the "number you're trying to call"

message.

Your voice a sense of comfort

when home seems so far.

The freedom you enable when

theres no way to control the excitement

of hearing your voice.

Knowing that your just a call away.

Your voice

a prescription cough syrup

and I behave as such.

Smiling as soon as I hear it.

Knowing that soon I'll feel much better.

Only you can give me this feeling

Only you can cause such devastation


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Back Door Blues (Ode To Langston Hughes)

Unseen

Velcro Teddy Bear

Guest House

Reserved Seat

No Full Moon Blues For Slow-Hand Willi Washington

Almond Joy

Jaywalking (Look Both Ways)

Couldn't Wait

Pizzeria

Number Your Trying To Call

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