Delivery from Stress

A peak around the corner as finals have ended
Dismissed unsettled drama for life is to precious
Blessed in a beautiful slumber to lay dormant for 3 days just to recover my strength
As dreams sweep the mind
Images of test are erased from thought
No clouded vision should be brought as the sweet nectar of a new beginning is brought.

A Deceptive Prayer

Searching for reasons to bail

Jumped ship to a voyage

Now he's sitting a sail

A judgment he is waiting to receive

A pass no men can give, but G.O.D

Behoove me and be deceived

An apple on Eden's tree

how sweet a lust for simpleton's can be

A washing of the brain to rid of the memory

Fade past a love one now to an enemy.

Walk through a valley my shadows

To see the darkness that is me

A father's story.

There is pain into my story
There are words that have no end.
They might see me live in struggle
They might see me bath in sins.
I have lived a fable story.
To tell the truth is to tell a lie.
I am made of misery though
Son why don't you here my cry
Here is what I have for a story.
To tell the truth is to tell a lie.
They might see me bath in struggle.
They my see me live a lie.

My name is

My name is Hacky Sack
Kicked around abused and misused
An object that indestructible yet people find ways to bruise
Trying to not let me fall I become there safe haven to bounce around too
Passed around a group till my resources aren't needed to be used.

I’m left pondering in the mud trying to figure out my next move

My name is Obama
Always trying to help
Targeted by the negative when positive measures are being dealt

Leading a path they don’t want to see me succeed.

Fox News splatters my name as if it were a disease.

In the public eye, but everybody doesn’t get a chance to hear me.
Stressed day and night trying to carry the world
Shoulders feeling heavy, but there's no one to share with me the load.
Depended on being superman, but always settle for being Clark Kent

My name is Muhammad Ali
Boxing my way out of tight spots.
Trash talking with every jab,
knowing that winning is my only option.
Floating around like a butterfly, but finding ways to sting you like a bee.
Jabs that attack your soul, that has your mind feeling weak.

Dazed and confused you’re going to always remember the countdown to your defeat.

Belt around my waist with cheers of champion surround me.

My name is Buddha
At peace with self and ready to continue my spiritual journey
Fulfilling a cup that's half full
Made in America, but my destiny tends to travel
Touching many a souls around me
Blessings waiting to be fulfilled.

My name is Corby

Continuous pages of a man still being written

I’m a man with story.

I’m a man shooting to score.

Continuous Struggle of Me

Learning to love an issue without losing the trust
Panic to promote a soul, that's frantically  falling for love.
Decisions become a trait to continue to develop change.
Found distance between the range of having heart and being brave
Afraid of whats to come, but can't take a step back to run away
Constantly trucking forward
Leaping over walls to reach my full potential of being great.

The Passive Aggressive Love

Am I ready to fall.
Risk everything for it all.
Let her leave the toothbrush.
Find her panties under the pillow after we fuck.
Hold her till she feel safe.
Kiss her to feel love once again
Lips brushing against mine.
Am I ready to cross that line.
I'm scared to take the leap.
Could I recover from the pain if she hurts me.
I feel her when shes not around.
Is that me being ill or insane.
Mentally I want her, emotionally I want to divorce her, and spiritually I want to elope with her.
She's breath without air since she suffocates my mind.
Loving her feels the best, but leaving her leaves me deprived.
Quenching my thirst, she devours my high.
Enough to know that loving her was the best part of my life.

The Art of being an Accessory to Beauty

Aided and abetted me in a garden full of dreams

See she tried to give me AIDS in the bed

That we kindly sleep in under the sheets.

Her beauty was an accomplice to her being a beast.

An accessory to having my heart she had my mind getting weak.

Politcally in fear that her target was me.

I corrected my thoughts and emotions that had me into deep.

But what does that say about me if I run away from the.

She was drugged by her friend who had HIV.

Who am I to judge, and be unsupportive of her love.

I decided to swallow that pill called trust.

Helped her heal wounds of those who’ve just left after they have lust.

The beast that did it ruined the beauty she had.

Because I’m blind to the look

I don’t recognize when she’s sad.

I just smile and make her laugh about what love we have.

I was Never Taught how to Play with my Toys

Remember when you were nine

Watching Kennan and Kel all the time.

Rocket Power and the Rug Rats.

Adventures that we wish we had.

Those where the good old days.

I remember my mother bought me a G.I Joe Action figure.

This soldier was rough and tough and stood at at-tent.

Actions full of ass kicking back flips

Moves that you didn't think could exist.

My ass kicking G.I. Joe was the shit.

Then I did a move with him

that landed him in a trash can 

that I wasn't about to jump in.

Which only took my mom less than 60 seconds to figure out what happened

I had broken my toy.

This wasn't the first one too.

It's in a boys DNA to tear and break

Destruction and chaos is in our fate.

When I was 16 and it was my first time with my mate

I was rough and tough and stood at at-tent.

Actions full of ass kicking back flips

Moves that you didn't think could exist.

I was in it so fast that I forgot the condom

that was in my back pocket even exist

When those precious 60 seconds were up.

A wave of chaos and destruction hit.

I had come to the realization that I broken another toy.

This beautiful woman that portrayed herself as a Barbie

She didn’t deserve a Ken that couldn’t man up to the responsibilities of being a father.

I misused this poor girls' heart because I had my selfish ways.

So in affect plan B was deployed.

I was back to being a child again.

Realizing what troubles would happen if my mother found out about my actions.

Had me on knees praying to the lord

Please don’t let her find out!

To the poor ovary I apologize that I made this mistake.

Granted in my future I would enjoy my seed to lay with your egg.

Just not today.

I was never taught how to play with my toys.

So the next time I take an adventure.

I'll remember to use protection.

Everything will be all that or I'll be having rug rats knocking at my door.

A babies bottle

Drowning my emotions down an empty bottle

feeling the need to still pour a glass of my feelings

She told me its a boy

I ask her who's is it

She then begins to cry wondering why I said it.

And the reality is it never was a means to hurt her soul.

It's that you never know

This how much it goes to show that trust was never a subject I understood before.

I then begin to try to comfort her spirit.

I tell her I will be the best daddy in the world if you keep it.

She turns to smile, and I begin to frown

It was all an allusion, for she just want to see how I would react 

when it came time for us to have a child

Feeling baffled I began to sigh,

as though it was a relief to know I'm not going to have a child.

Now back to the empty bottle where I wanted to get my last sip

She died in a crash last week, by a drunk driver

That boy was real

A child not even born, and I sighed because I'm wasn't ready for that deal. 

Lost in Lust

She does a lot to get enough attention
the reality is no one took the time to listen
So every time she's wishing
praying for some attention.

Affection from a distance drives her to become a vixen
portraying multiple people just to hide her image
she gets lost in the cup
just to wake up to somebody different

Lusting for affection
results in losing what made her precious
so many men before never taught her the worth she possess
so she thinks shes helpless

She shouldn't be ashamed.
The first man should have taught her that there's more value in her brain than in between her legs

Sitting on a Mountain Top

Layer by layer I rest on a platform of bricks

People view me because they know I exist

Each brick engraved with the remembrance of who’s taken the same path that you picked

Postured with strength

Fueled with courage

My muscles are my power to conquer any voyage

I’m hoisted up above as if I’m Simba

But my circle of life began the same time “The Cat in the Hat” was printed

Immobile by nature

But respected by my presence

All hail me for I represent the campus

Standing so tall that I can view my sanctuary

I ‘m king of my empire

With no one to throw me off my throne

I may sit high

But I am not alone

My litter portrays a future of people with wise decisions

Educated with a mind to surpass any wall that creates a collision

Fierce and brave with authority more than Tony

Eddie let them hear me roar, so they know how I will get to my journey.

My Mother is a Hero

Her wisdoms speaks of tarnished roads for which she doesn’t want her children to travel

The essence of strong is told by passionate color of red which becomes visible through her eyes.

Her valued words ring church bells of the truth that exhilarate the minds body.

She is a woman like no other.

The dedication to surrender herself to broken words from deprived students details the efforts to put food on the table.

Her cry for affection from the opposite sex, leaps to the joy when decorated by friends and family around her.

She fights with her mind and not her fist to change the world.

My mother is a hero

Nation Undivided

I remember stories of people hung by their mane because their skin wasn’t accepted

Lunches were lynching’s

And color was what blacks where called just to draw emphasis

My color was the birth of struggle

Destine for change

Color has been rearrange to be accepted by others

I now accept you as my brother

My brother

Any denomination or color

I vow to accept as an equal

Words like nigger will not define me

But be of a past history that was unpleasant

A mere memory that will not become present

Only if were a nation undivided.

Cinderella

Can I be your everything, anything, and anything in between
because its something about church bells that make me want to get on one knee


I look at you at a far, but the reality is that your right next to me
Your holding the broken pieces that past relationships have craved out


You decided to take the time to heal me
Glue those unwanted pieces back on to my flesh


Cuddle me close to your breast
as if you were giving me the notion that your mother nature in a dress


I got to say something to you


I have to confess that I'm in love with you


Not a pieces of you
Not parts of you
but the whole you


You isn't even the fathomable phrase that
should be said to even announce your presence 


so I call you Cinderella 


Cinderella


I propose a toast for a forever that will last an eternity


let me say my vows to earn your cheek, in hopes that your lips will then follow in beat


 I adore the fact that love is possible if you only believe

Sleeping Beauty

She is not forgotten, but looked at a far

Waiting for someone to love her with there all

Not willing to except a quick fix

but rather wait to be surrendered to a needle in a vain

that has a heavy sedative of loves pain

Faintly she becomes drained

and eyes becomes shut as sleeping beauty becomes her name

she waits for lips to hover her own

Coma drawn quivers secrete from her bones

She's without blanket laying cold with no one to hold..

From a far, never felt so near

As lips come to awake her inner fears

Never felt so alive in her life

she opens her eyes to see the face that made her appear

It was a man that wanted more than just a kiss and a good bye.

Filling the Frame

With seasons comes change
comes weather rearranged
with a world of different views its hard to see how we're humane

We let love fluster hate
use words to demonstrate our pains
but when were alone we're all the same

We see our selves as perfect pictures in a frame.

Fuel to the Heart

A puddle stands between us.

a match becomes lit.

Words get it exchanged

fire sparks with flames.

We tend to burn each other as words become fire to our flame.

Broken by each word, our body begins to feel the pain.

We say the deepest things that crushes our heart to never learn to love again.

The only love we know is the love that burned us before...

So I here wondering, could I love you anymore

Mr. Unknown

How do you father a father, when he's more like a son
He played more of a boy when a Mufasa is what I want
I grew into myself, without impressions on what he is
Pity that his own father begged me to see how he lived.
Abandoned and reformed to give hope to a man
I don't faultier my father actions
Shit he did what he did
Now as I face the music as I grow
And my wishes for him to be a father are no more
Sad to say it what it is
C'est la vie to Mr. Unknown.

Falling into a Happy Matrimony

Take a journey in to my heart, and let you see whats to be remained
Pages that have yet been written
Yearning for someone to ink there name.

Clear in my decisions to open myself, but still to afraid
I place a wall between you and I
So that we can never hurt each others name.

Yet over time you replace your last, for a name of mines.
You wear the ring that I placed upon your hand to have
We stand at the alter to change our lives

We begin to fall
As I catch you in love with me
And you catch me in love with us

Happy with this matrimony
We will never fall apart
Just because were in love

Till I find faith again next to you

Heart beats fast, but the rhythm flows the blues
Kind of wish, you were here so I could have someone to talk too.
Hold you in my arms and tell you the sweet things
But yet I hurt your heart and I don't deserve to do those things
I made exceptions to what we had
Just to find out, it was going to hurt me so bad.
I didn't show sympathy to what made you sad
but focused my attentions to what made you mad.
I was a selfish human being
but being human was what came first
Wish on a star to hope that you see these words
One day I will explain all the hurt
but till that day I say I'm sorry
And that
I Love You the Most.

Entrapped in my Lies

An art that doesn't get the credit it deserves

It sits on the shelf, next to hide and hurt

Brings tears to my eyes when my lies would hurt

The ones closes to me

They were the ones that got it the worst

Felt good to do it though

And that was my shame

I did it to protect them from getting hurt

but it delivered so much pain

Then I saw in the mirror what the lies did to my name

started thinking about the truth

saw my mind draw a pause

It realized what is real is when I don't lie at all

Faced facts when the stories I told became to tall

I boxed myself in emotions

Just to find out lying is never what should have been at all...

4 years till life

4 years of school gone by in a flash.

I blink to think, but there goes another day the past.

Hard to say that it's over and i want it to last.

Even though every day i say, "I'm sick of this school."

But now i realize it's over and I'm still stuck on what to do.

College is around the corner but i'm nervous to go around it.

It's like a new begining.

A new profound sound clip.

Am i ready to suceed or am i nervous to fall through it.

The cracks in society that lead me right to it.

So i tell myself be cool.

Life is all about originality so, i'll suceed through it.

Tears down a Pole

Long legged, red hair, caramel skin, and hazel eyes
Such a pretty girl

as beautiful as her looks were, her brain spoke the most knowledge
common to say she was modest
only way to pave her way to college 
was to strip herself of self respect 
and lose what made her honest.

sadly she slid down the pole to make her check
every dollar she collects would go right to her tution debt.
She was strippin to please.
not her self but her needs
see u won't find a prettier girl who set aside her pride
to make enough money to take care of her tuition and child
so u sit and u judge what she does
instead of helpin her out 
without paying more than a dub..

why must she slide her pride down a pole of regrets just to pay for college?

Me

Arms stretched, with a heavy heart
so u kno my pain weaps within.
Living life in the positive
so the negative won't become my sin.
I'm happy with my friends
and my family for they have made me.
Created a man with poise
and a heart that craves great blessings.
So many stories have been told
of a black man never making it.
My story still bein written
but I'm guaranteeing greatness.
Failing is the procedure to waking up 
to your mistakes, so I fall asleep
knowing I'll never make a mistake.
But I'm human so if I do
it will only be minor, and i can change it.

The man in the mirror

Picture perfect never said that the picture couldn't be blurred

Washed away the steam from the mirror to see what picture I could portray without words

Visualized a great man with a mind of his own

Wishing that that great man could have had guidance on how to grow

But another episode can't make me

As I break barriers that were taken from me

Released out into the wild child ur now grown see

And I seek and i find a boy that pretends to be a man

Glad that mirror that he looked at wasn't the mirror that me who I am

Pieces

I am pieces to a puzzle that hasn't been put together.

One emotion stretched from another.

I tend to only rely on the wall I pieced together.

I'm not what I show becuase its difficult for my emotions to grow.

I am not yet happy, but from the pieces you see you find a grin.

If only you knew those pieces will never fit in.

Trace me and the outline you wouldfindcouldn't represent me.

I'm not a pen to a paper, nor a boy without a compass.

I'm guided by one direction.

Constantly I change my path to choose a different direction.

Failed to walk behind, so I stride to be the lead.

Every right step I inhale and every left step I release.

Judged by my outline, but never opened to read.

Kind of like a puzzle that never had someone to piece.