Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

Out There Somewhere

Out there somewhere I know that she exists; away from love,
or maybe she's just laid up with some n1gga makin' love,
her body goes through motions while her mind is miles away,
she's f*ckin' 'cause she's lonely but it just ignites the flame,

of soul engulfing pain; it's tough to handle when it's thick,
some people drink to mask it while she f*cks with random d!ck,
and uses them like they use her; it's all an even trade,
is what she has to tell herself to live aseeped in shame.

Her day-to-days are spent just working hard; there may be kids,
it's part of living; and to her that's just the way it is,
while hoping past all hope her friend would stay there overnight, 
and snuggle up a bit; she hopes he stays to hold her tight.

Alas, he gets his nut and bounces; now she starts to cry, 
and wonder how she wound up messin' 'roun...

Melody

If beauty were a melody then you would bring a crowd,

to frenzy; it's the same old song but me who's singing now,

see you're the one I wouldn't be ashamed to bring around,

my mind is steady pondering upon our thing and wow!

Compatibility for Leo woman; Leo man,

we're both sides of the mirror in a stark and evil land,

where flying high just means we're headed up and we won't land,

plus any brother's lucky if he gets to be your man.

I don't say that for brownie points; to me it's just a fact,

to give my very all to you and not want nothing back,

your smile's reward enough for me if it were up to me,

somewhere with you inside my arms is where I'd love to be.

I close my eyes to sleep and there you are within my dreams,

it's more than just a feeling I may get within my jeans,

we're snuggled up and reading while some music plays along,

and that's the thing; the melody...

Halfway Across The Sky {A Short Story Poem}

July 2017-Livingston, NJ

Driving South Orange Avenue was cool this time of day, just left the mall of Livingston; I feel some kind of way, in seeing Isabella Mendez; Lord it's meant to be, I haven't seen her face in 'bout a quarter century.

I loved her from the moment that she first walked into class, my mind starts drifting backward through the years across the past, that high school day is seemingly a million steps away, but I can see it clear across a million yesterdays....

September 1992-Newark, NJ

"Welcome to your Senior year," Ms. Edwards said and frowned, "If you have plans for college now's the time to settle down." A sudden entrance sparked a daydream; how I'd hold her tight, her beauty was like nothing I had seen in my whole life.

"This is Isabella Mendez," Edwards introduced, the class had a collectiv...

Carolyn {A Short Story Poem}

David Bell had been awake since quarter after three, he sighed out "it's ok"; well it was gonna have to be, 'cause since his girlfriend Pam had left him; it'd been lonely weeps, while gazing at a pic of them; no nourishment, no sleep. 

He'd eaten only choc'late candy; Hershey's and the like, then lie in bed so tired it would hurt to see the light, he'd lay there staring at ceiling; nighttime went away, the time would dissipate while turning nighttime into day.

Dave lost his job 'bout eight months back; oh yeah it's been awhile, like one year and 'bout three-four months; it'd been the end of smiles, Dave walked around; the frowny face etched in like a tattoo, the break-up had him feeling kinda saucy like Ragu.

8:19a 

Dave left his apartment and he did so ev'ryday, to occupy his mind and time in each and ev'ry way, he didn't wallow in the fact that he was unemployed, he tried to find a brighter side that's f...

Desert Moon

Tell me I'm hallucinatin, is it all a dream, you know how if it's just that good it can't be all it seems?

We Can Dance

I close my eyes and in the darkness; you are all I see, I call you clothing, food and shelter; you are all I need,

A Thousand Breaths

I'm not here for your kids or for your peoples to approve, the only thing I give a f*ck about is me and you,

Beautiful

Beautiful you are; you're like a beautiful cigar, you're beautiful today and you'll be beautiful tomorr(ow),
I long to feel you near me cause you're beautiful by far, no distance is too great my dear; you're beautiful by car,

or bus or plane or boat; you know just how the saying goes, I used to be a wild boy runnin 'round just slayin h0es,
but you're the type that makes a n1gga straight up change his flow, and all because of who I am, I'm broke; it aint the dough,

that makes you please me ev'ryday in each and ev'ry way, it's like we're washed in Tide because I see we'll never fade,
I'll make your young'ns mine and strive to teach em ev'rythang, no level is too high; they'll know to reach for ev'ry plain.

So beautiful you are; you're like a beautiful guitar, our song will freak the galaxy like funerals on Mars,
don't let nobody ever change the root of who you are, cause I believe you're beautiful; the proof is in the stars.

Shotgun To The Face

D@mn you caught me slippin, feel the muzzle to me dome,
see if it wasn’t you it’d be your cuz who’d do me wrong,
cause all of y’all cavort in packs but where the story lacks, is where reality arrives to blow apart the back,

of craniums, insane to some but yes it so exists,
like how you burglarized my heart and stole it with a kiss,
but no you can’t return it since there’s not one to replace,
your beauty hits me point blank range; a shotgun to the face.

I see you and my head is splattered all across the room,
my mind’s afloat in carnage and it’s all because of you,
remember how in “Ghost” the demon souls accost the dead,
one look at you is all it takes for me to lost my head.

The proper word is ‘lose’ but see the option’s up to you,
if ev’rytime you come in view they have to mop a dude,
from off...

Be Still

Be still my beating heart she has you all bent out of shape,
and workin crazy overtime; it’s never in debate,
that what she does effects you and it’s really time she knows,
to glimpse a precious second of her pretty smile and toes,

just bring to mind the “what could be”; she’s sure enough for me, and if I had one wish I’d wish for sure she’s loving me,
appreciating poetry and roses just because, the grand romantic gestures and you know it’ll just be us.

Be still my beating heart before she makes you blow your top, like bangers do so often when they’re reppin for the block,
see I’m not scared of dying be it weapons or the cops, I also know that what I feel for her will never stop.

So listen close to what I say because I speak for health, that girl’ll make you bust a valve and make ME leak to death,
it shouldn’t come to that but yo, thi...