Misfit is me

“Genie grant me a wish”

“Genie grant me a wish”

Where do I stand when it rains,
Who do I hold when the sirens of
pain ring till there’s no end.

What angle will be my guide,
The warrior who will fight by
my side.

When does the sun shine again!
Genie make all the gray clouds
disappear.

Oh! I forgot you only exist in fairy tales.

NAZ’E 10-16-96

'Dragon’s don’t eat people because there not real'

'Dragon’s don’t eat people because there not real'

I gave you the time to not hear a word from me.
Where you lonely, I was and thinking
a great deal about you.

But, there probably were no thoughts of me.
No feelings of me to accompany your dreams.
Dragon’s don’t bite because there imaginary,
People do because it’s necessary!

Hurt is something that you receive,
never wanting it but getting it freely,
and since this free how about gentle
feelings, why is the payment of happiness
sometimes full of discontentment.

I thought of you today,
I even thought about you yesterday,
Where were your thoughts of me,
somewhere distant as far as the
furthest galaxies.

Dragon’s don’t eat people
because there not real,
but, people do and say
hurtful things that you
...

To whom I owe...

To whom I owe...

To whom I owe this gift,

Of life's pains and treasures...

Oh yes it has been a pleasure.

But how many tears have come because of the
cigarette burns of love, hate, despair, hope,
cheers & fears.

To whom do I owe the gift of giving a right cross,

The fighting might within me,
the spirit of just giving up  and the many flamboyant
words that are not kinds to a children's ear.  

How sometimes I want to say a big F/U to the world
to people to strangers because I am fed up of B/S.

But to whom do I owe this....

How much more can I stress and confess that my life, soul, spirit is a damn mess and at the same time want to say that there is beautiful power in the words I manifest, when I sit in front of my desk and let them free... yes I mean my poetry.

Naz'e's neithe...

“A moment without words”

“A moment without words”


Bitter salty tears flee from me…

In my dreams and In reality.

Sad songs do impale the heart.

Sad songs rekindle memories
that were forced to be hidden,
and forced to be kept
under lock and key.

I’m having one of those memories,
I’m having an out of body what’cha
ma’ call it things!

A moment with words that wants
to be expressed can not be released,
I’m seeing something from within ooze
from me.

The outer body shell is corroding,
the tears of me are over pouring,
and today seems like a good day for
mourning.


Naz’e 10/24/95 3:30 a.m.

A Child's Last lullaby”

A Child's Last lullaby”



My, God my God why…

How am I going to sing
my child’s last lullaby?

She’s only 6 I don’t know why after tonight I
will be placing my baby down in a grave site.

The cancer spread faster than light…

How am I going to sing
my child’s last lullaby?

The tears won’t stop and my
emotions are raw and tight.

How am I going to sing
my child’s last lullaby?


I have to be strong
and not cry all night.

How am I going to sing
my child’s last lullaby?

Why can I God switch places with her
She’s only a tiny little girl.

I want her to live life, get married
and become a wife. Become a mother
and kiss her babies goodnight.

How am I goin...

“Taste the moonlight please” Part II

“Taste the moonlight please”
Part II


In my madness I cry…

Shaking and tearing at my flesh,
Wondering what the ***?!
What the heck?!
Why does this happen
and affect me?

I am on fire, burning
at a million degrees.

While others laugh or hide
breaking my pretty white teeth
with their fists, with their words.
And in my mind I hear these words
coming from the depths of me

“Taste the moonlight please”

What damnit!
Does this mean?!

My flesh is being ripped away,
my heart and mind are mere jello at this
point because I have become so damn annoyed
that I no longer wish to explore this concept
of existence.

But yet this voice is clear, as clear as
the skies above Lake Lanier


What’s the meaning o...

“It Comes with a price”

“It Comes with a price”


I must say,
I must say,

That the heard of emotions and dreams have come my way.

At this late night I am haunted by reading some collaborations that created shear juggernauts of felt
expressions of love, pain, uncertainty and desire.

I have written poems that have melted the hearts of some of the unique and dynamic women of this world.

And although some for of them, my actions had burned a hole in there core, my words have severed their emotional existence.

I surely take the blame for that…

I can only say I am sorry.

Falling in love…

It comes with a price,

Becoming infatuated…

It comes with a price.

Indeed I meant
every word I said,
every poem I sent,
every salacious sentiment,
every imaginary liter...

“What happens when a star loses it’s shine”

“What happens when a star loses it’s shine”

What happens when a star loses its shine?

It falls from the sky and as it falls its
asking the question.

Why me?
Why?

With rattled thoughts jumping in and out of
there mind.

What happens when a star loses its shine?

They are bereft of words, tears start to
release and anger kicks in because of the
feeling of grief.

Still asking the question…

Why me?
Why?

What happens when a star loses its shine?

It falls from the sky not ready or willing to die.


Naz'e  06/10/2000

“What happens when a star loses it’s shine”

What happens when a star loses its shine?

It falls from the sky and as it falls its
asking the question.

Why me?
...

“God’s seeds are good”

“God’s seeds are good”

There he stood atop
a mountain calling out
to the stairs of heaven
“My all mighty God”.

A man, a sheer
words worth
in mind, speech,
and spirit.

He went their
glorifying God
the all mighty.

But pondering
questions came
to mind.

“Who are these who
lie and cheat?!”

“Who feel no form
of calamity shall
befall them?”

And God Replied…

“They will burn
in time for nothing
escapes God’s eyes.”

And then he asked
another question.

“Who are those
enthralled by
foolish ecstasy?”

“Who are these with
a multitude of faith
but, it deep within
it’s burning within
the...

"Eve"

"Eve"

Three ladies I’ve characterized with this name for they were the first to capture a
love that yet very silently I still carry a
burning flame to this day.

Eve the first woman of the world and the
First woman to give hurt and anguish to man.

Evette:  The first to place a love inside my         
            heart that never will again be.
            my first love that has given and
            taken so much from me.

Evelyn:  The second one to splash out
              the sea of love and become one
              with me. But through error and
              misunderstanding I lost this
       ...