30 for 30

He said that if you write it
then they would read it,
and truth be told I really wanted to believe it.
Though right now I don't know that to be true,
because I've never had a fan base
and my friends are limited to only a select few.

Been told that a tree that falls in the
forest will still make a sound,
and that that takes place despite anyone else being around.

..to hear it.

So does my poetry go to waste if I have no one
who wants to take the time to come near it?
Should the curtains be closed or the towel be thrown,
if my writing is only for an audience of just myself alone?

Often I wonder if it's not just my talent
but it's me that goes unappreciated.
Yet I'm sure that's just another internal conversation
that needs to be debated.

Because like I said,
I heard Him say it.
He said that if I write it
then they..
Or that you,
would read it.
And me being trustworthy
well I really want to believe it.

So as I bring this piece to a close
without becoming too wordy,
I promise to continue to write for whomever is out there,
supporting me as push myself to complete this 30 for 30.

Haiku 7

If my dreams were real
and what was real were a dream,
I'd be with you now..

Treasure

There you were,
deep, deep, deep
into my treasure.

But I let you in..

I allowed you to see and share my ineffable place.
Alongside me,
you and I walked the path that led to my innermost being.
You weren't lost nor were you afraid,
because you also felt that every way was the right way to go.

Deep, deep, deep
into my treasure
you witnessed the direction the springs flowed intensely
and you seemed overwhelmed by the depths thereof.
There was no presence of shallowness because these were the waters of real.
And on the other side of the trees we promised not to cross,
yet the sounds of enchantment were ever so enticing.

There you stood,
a stranger in the midst of my treasure
and I was more than glad to have invited you in.

The petals of blossomed life gave the eye more than what it asked.
At last,
I had someone to experience this all with.
In now what I was willing to call OUR wonderland of wondrous amazement,
I wondered if you were ever really happy there...

There,
deep, deep, deep
into my treasure.
Eden nor Elysium could compare to the heaven
I felt within this secret space of infinite boundaries.

A perfect accident and the claims were immediately in order,
with you I could see the face of our unborn daughter.
Until I heard the voices of reason
warning me that my treasure was under treason.
Consequently I was under siege,
because someone that I thought I could believe,
had their hands on my booty.

The evanescence of colors that shined from nature's bliss,
we held hands and reminisced on all that we had missed.
No list,
just mental visions of that fairy tale first kiss.
In the air I could smell,
no,
I could taste the deliciousness of the beauty all around.
But who were you really,
"a faithful man.. who can find?"

This place that once shined a light unknown to man is now full of dark.
Covered by a fog that had become so thickened by the steam
that only you and I created.
Right?
Maybe so.
Maybe not.

And today I went to check in on my treasure,
unsurprisingly not a flower has bloomed.
Because the water had run dry,
and I could not try
to replicate God's work with the tears from my cry.

I also looked for you but you were no longer there;
nowhere in sight.
No shades of purple colors,
only the still that rests upon the night.
A skyline without a cloud and yet still full of gray.

Abandoned with an unburied and empty treasure chest nestled upon the sand.
And I'm the only one to blame because it was me that let you,
deep, deep, deep
into my treasure.

And you came for it all.

Wine and Poetry-- An Ode to Rose

Rose is red,
And I'm no longer blue.
The stress has gone away,
And it's all because of you.

Time

With the precious time given,
I decided to do some soul searching
and live a different kind of living.

I had to look myself in the mirror
and come to terms with what I see.
I had to learn how to accept and to love me for me.

Been blessed with the gift of emotional identification
and self healing,
learned through practice to be honest about what I was feeling.

Because my soul had become sick and tired
of being sick and tired
so it was then that I knew my past had to be retired.

I became my very own friend,
and allowed the time for my broken heart to mend.

Heard that life was short and time is limited at the very least,
so I faced my giants head on and slayed the savage beast.

And every now and then when I glance at my reflection,
I see this new person that's finally headed in the right direction.

An emptiness had been filled and my heart no longer void,
my cup runneth over from my soul being overjoyed.

There was a spiritual battle that He told me was not mine,
and He promised we'd win and for me to just make good with this time.

So now I return the invites to party with Satan,
because a once crooked path has now been straightened.

And when the Lord starts calling or my clock stops ticking,
I'll be singing praises on my way home and I won't go kicking.

Unmotivated

It took me all day to come up with this piece.
I mean,
it gave me absolutely no peace
cause I wanted to write something fresh and something new.
Something you could go home and spit to your boo
but unfortunately for me nothing was coming through.

Granted the fact that I even locked myself up in the room
until I thought of what it was that I needed to say,
yet this one right here still took me damn near all day.

And I had the option to write
about life, strife, the crazy and the lazy.
You know,
the people--
those that come and those who go,
the money or lack of and what it is that we have to show.

I just couldn't put my fnger,
the thoughts wouldn't linger.
In my mind,
this time--
I actually had a hard time coming up with words that rhyme
or made any sense...
Felt a little dense,
cause I was at a lost (or a lose?)
Didn't know the proper vocabulary to choose.

Felt slightly unmotivated,
debated on if I should even be here before you.
Said to myself,
"hell wit it,
spit it."
But the canvas is blank.
Feels like I set out for shore and my ship almost sank.

Just couldn't feel it through me.
Oh my,
I wonder why.
I can't or I won't,
I did but I don't.

I know it sounds like a ramble,
a gamble with the minutes of here and now.
Wow,
this is unusual because this hasn't happened in awhile.
Kinda feels like a scene from 8 mile..
I'm feeling sick,
got a sudden tick...
Tock,
steady watching the hands on the clock,
got it make it pop
and go bam!!

Man, damn.

I just want to show you my best,
so forget getting any rest,
my calling is to write what's right
even if that means I'm a be up all night.

So where do I start?
How do I get these words out
and translate to you what's in my heart?

I know can always begin with family,
close friends,
or sin.
I can give you a taste of heaven
or a bite or hell,
maybe I'll just cry out for those behind a cell.

Well...

I can talk about Obama or Bush,
or burning that Kush.

Throw ya lighters in the air!!
..nah, see me no care.

I can talk about NY or A,
a little Chi or the Bay.

I'm down to my 23rd hour with
only one more to go.
Oh no!
Then I gotta take the time to talk about
them niggas who act like niggers,
pulling triggers and taking lives.
While we have soldiers dying overseas
leaving behind wives.

I guess it doesn't matter what I say
 just as long as I speak up
and speak loud
while I'm rocking the crowd.

Because I mean,
I've already spent my entire day
feeling unmotivated
thinking that my sunshine soon would be shaded.

But baby
I'm gonna shine because
oops,
I did it again one more time.

I took words that didn't match or mix
left alone those things that didn't need a fix.
Got the perfect words out without saying a thing,
I hit a sweet melody and I don't even sing.

Shh,
truth be told I'm feeling like a just put it down.
Exercised the proper use of a noun,
with the addition of a verb.
And though this one right here internally
struck a nerve.
It got me on the verge
of just being ghost
so I'm gonna pass this mic right here
back to our host.

Because today,
I obviously don't have too much to say..
I'm unmotivated.

Haiku 6

With the gas this high
I expect to see my car
take off into flight.