Artist JoeMac

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Love aint Blind

Braille

She thought I wasn’t paying attention, but I read her poetry very well, and wrote the best story her heart had ever published, but she didn’t think so, she thought I couldn’t read, and then I had to explain, I touched your skin when I gave you goosebumps because I’m blind to failure but I understand braille very well, see I read love in six different languages like rosetta stone, and much like the same, your heart was stone, chipped up into smaller rocks that fell as pebbles from your eye sockets, so you were literally crumbling from the inside, but I like rocks, cause they tell stories of past times, in mountains, we find fossils of deceased dinosaurs from the Jurassic era, in your rocks, I find all the mistakes and study them so I can love you better, I find microscopic bacteria that forever got immortalized into your system, and as your doctor, it’s my job to cure the virus, I am your biologist, you are my chemistry project, I dissect you to resur...

Bookmarks

I wanna write a story unlike any you have ever seen written, I wanna scrap the pages of the novel your heart speaks every time it beats and construct a fairy tale from scratch, nah *** that, cause codelled women imagine losing the glass slipper and having a man run down to find them, but sorry baby, I don’t chase, I simply wanna erase the past men from your existence and be number 2 pencil sharp when I write you as my first sentence, but be forewarned, I don’t deal with unedited paragraphs and all caps about your opinions on men, I simply operate off facts, and fact is this, you just as flawed as me, you ***ed up in your ways at times, don’t gimme the he hurt my soul victim routine as if you were the most perfect woman on earth, cause last I checked, earth became cursed because of you, but I’m willing to let that stay in the past cause I refuse to live in mines, lets wine and dine over books in quiet rooms and discuss chapters, let’s argue about impa...

Instructions

Make love to her spirit, f**k her mind and the flesh will follow, she’s hollow in the middle for a reason, but in order to get to the prime cut of meat, the spirit must be seasoned first, make her thirst for the God in you, make her look at the scars on your body and swear they are bible verses on how to love your wife as Christ loved the church, sing her the Song of Solomon and go platinum with your numbers, verse 12: 13 to be exact, PLEASE GOD, HEAL HER, make her repent for things she hasn't even done yet, make her spirit wet as if she is experiencing internal baptism in the dead sea and her goal is to be resurrected, f**k her mind a million times without the wine and dine, take her on a date in the living room with two books, a notebook and some candlelight, make it a date where you read and write, have her jot notes on the books thesis and summarize chapters with discussion, already her mind has started bussin with orgasms of intellect and she is dissecting your bod...

Dear Future Wife....

Dear future, thanks for the grits and mackerel patties for breakfast after feeding me with ya other meal, thanks for cookin em in boy shorts and a beater, thanks for your great motherhood and good morning kisses, thanks for leaving out with ya homegirls so me and the kiddos can tear up the house, when you come home, it's massages before round number two, trust me, they'll be sleep. wait, let me apologize, because thanking you for what’s between your thighs and the lust I have in my eyes when I look at you is irrelevant, because you are worth so much more, thank you for rebuilding me when my heart collapsed like the twin towers on nine eleven, and ironically, I called 9-1-1 to report that my soul had been robbed at point blank range, two shots in the heart and countless nights in the dark stopped me dead in my tracks, so thank you for being my crutch and allowing me to walk again, even if they were tiny steps, your support allowed me to get to the next destination, t...

What Does Love Make

Look her in her eyes, as if you were trying to snatch the orgasms out of her soul without a single touch just so you could give em back to her with your thrusts, tongue wrestle with her as if you are both deaf from busted eardrums and this sign language is the only way y’all can communicate, pick her up in the air and throw her against the wall as if this was flight 205 and her destination was to see God whenever she called your name, grab her around her neck to snatch her breath, all while you continue to pump oxygen into her with pelvic compressions, see there’s a lot of lessons in making love, but what does love make, it makes more than humans that are cradled for nine months in a chamber that is sacred, love makes you crazy, it is damn near like being in a straitjacket tucked away in a padded room, you wanna escape sometimes, but you get accustomed to being wrapped in that jacket and it feels good, love is being black and pumping gas in an all white suburb at two ...

"The Vow"

As I stand here numb, looking at you, I think a few things, like what about these rings, what do they really mean, cause too most all they see is precious metal with diamonds that’s overvalued and I’m sorry, every kiss may begin with K, but they was asking for 10 G’s per rock and I said no way, I don’t love her that much, I love her more than what any metal you dig from mother earth cost, I love her more than any diamond that was dug up by children that eventually became lost, I love her more simply because I do, our chemistry connects without the need for a periodic table, so save your precious metals for your science class, cause in the class of life, The Bible told me that he who finds a wife finds a good thing, but what happens when you find a queen, what favor does God place on you then, see I love her so much, that I made The Creator gather all of his angels, crack open His own book and ask where did I go wrong, how did y’all let me write wife ...

I Apologize...

Lots of women have this notion that they don’t mess up in relationships, but not you, you are different from the rest, you played your part and admitted your faults, and I respect you for that, but when weighed on the balance scale, I see that your truths outweighed his lies, and now it's up to me to balance things back out and make them even, see most men would call me captain save a hoe in this instance but that’s only because they can’t recognize a real woman, and really I can’t blame them, I mean you will never recognize grits when you’ve been eating cream of wheat all of your life, nor will a man recognize a wife when all he has done is play house, so let me express a word out my mouth that sometimes gets boiled over in our pride, I apologize, I apologize for the times he made you cry with balled fists covering your lens frames, so collect your tears in a glass jar and allow me to swallow his evil so I can piss it out later, I apologize, fo...

How Love Tastes

I didn’t know what love was until I met you, I use to think it was flowers and candy, with watching movies and cuddled up, a lil *** here, and a lil suck there, I used to think love was you sitting between my legs and me playing in ya hair, cause for some reason, black women like they scalped scratched, I used to think love was all that until love turned its back on me, it told me to run in the store and grab it a drink and by the time I came out, I saw that love had pulled off, and I shoulda been mad that I didn’t have a ride, but I was more mad that I wasted ninety nine cents on a funkypop, cause I ain’t drunk coke in a long time, see love left me at my darkest hour when itself was going through an eclipse, I said mother*** love, love can be packed and shipped off to an abandoned house where the ghost of broken hearted past could play with it, I no longer wanted that , then, I met you, I was scared of you, cause I was experiencing the same symptoms that had go...

Five Foot Deuce

Hey you, yeah you, miss five foot deuce, you always complain about being a short stature so allow me to take you upon my shoulders so you can be at high heights, let my arms be a crane and allow my tongue to clean yo window pane, I’m sayin, in my time, I’ve cleaned dirty dishes and bathrooms so it’s no problem cleaning you, how bout you lay down and allow my hands to play a tune on your keyboards, touching each key with precisely the right touch I mean, I don’t wanna do too much, I want the song to play the right way, let me grip yo lips between the rows of my teeth with slight nibbles, excuse me for that slight dribble down ya neck, but when I bite into some good meat, it’s usually tender and moist, but I’ll be stiff and hard, why don’t you come to my diamond yard so we can play nine innings and go to extras if need be, throw me that pitch so I can purposely swing and miss to repeat this at bat, or maybe you don’t want that, maybe ...

Building Blocks

The first time I saw her, the most delicious thought popped in my head, I said damn, this is the equivalent of hittin the deli and getting a fresh made ham and cheese sandwich on some wonder bread, I wonder how she looks under those clothes, I wonder how her mind taste, I wonder does her man need a replacement for tiring out in the third quarter with the inability to perform in the fourth, I told myself I’d be her twenty five cent piece, I just wanted a piece of that, so I walked up to her and said let’s rap and she held up her hand, I thought she wanted dap so I gave her a hi five but she said no, this ain’t the time for shaking up or sucking up, see I don’t rap, I need my men to talk, I need words to exchange, I’m not impressed with your pocket change, see I need a man who got it upstairs before I start to explore his basement, see I need basics, with a lil touch of extraordinary, a good morning text which feels like mind sex, I need hand holds tha...


		royale jones says: straight truth no chaser in this piece love the break down keep writting bruh! poems by this commentor customer service Good Morning the baller way
		DallasCowgirl says: And I love this piece! So true.