Stuck

This block has been hard to crack
Writing with a troubled pen
Navigating through life's detours
Mind soar from worries
Fingers ache to dance with pen
Words fall woefully short
Inspiration stays eluding this grasp
What am I to do sitting in limbo?
Wasting away time while being idle
Life seems to forgotten this poet
Or is it this poet has forgotten life?

Ignored

Ignored...
A muse lays by the shore
Of ones mind
Almost forgotten
Like a distant memory
Ignored...
Battered by the waves
She lays waiting
To be noticed once more
By the poet
Ignored...
Lost at sea it seems
A poet navigates
Through storms
Looking for a lost love
Unknowingly passing her
On forlorn shore
Ignored...
A muse waits
To once again embrace
A poets heart

Back again...final time

Damn it
Again it seems a poet lapsed
To caught up in the everyday
Worries and pains
Distractions and woes
Joys also
Can not lie its been fun at times
Yet neglect sets in
Few words have flowed
Oh one or two have known them
Though here and there
Neglect is shown
But this time
It will be permanently corrected
No more desertions of love
Giving it my all
And hunting down old friends
Other sites where words lay
To do the same
So again and finally
I'm back again.

Unspoken:(working on it)15/30

So connected for so long
Picking up where the other leaves off
No such thing as an awkward pause
Yet nothing official
Unspoken agreement

Universe embodied; Woman

A star given form
Her presence so eloquent
Such a radiant confidence
With an intellect so seducing
Knowledge she pours intoxicating
A supple frame
Her grace seeming effortless
Deep and firm strength like tree roots
Only a keen eye would notice the strain
Yet maintained with a cool grace
Fragrance like summer rain
Her stride filled with pride
Straight and true
Pay attention

The Call of Eternity:

Eternity been's calling
Yet this heart beats stalling
Suppose to be effortless
But these fingers seem frozen
To write these words
Describing deepest of feelings
Eternity beckons softly
Promising greatness among legends
Though one hesitates
When asked about reasons
How does one explain
The indescribable muse
Who plays with a poets thoughts
Eternity is knocking
Yet till earthly goals are met
It'll have to wait

Innocence:

What is more pure
Than a child's joy
Nothing soothes the soul
Like a child's laugh
Filled with such wonder
And love for the world
Purest form of innocence
Unblemished by an indifferent world
Those luckily enough
To have a mothers and fathers love
Carefree in their discoveries
So curious about how it all works
Smiles so bright
It warms the soul
Purest form of innocence
Mimicking their surroundings
The way they reason so astounding
For pure way they see it all
When they learn right from wrong
Twinkle in their eyes
Tickle the heart
When they're caught acting up
Have the grace to look ashamed
Yet so quick to turn a frown upside down
Can't help but laugh
At the antics they try to pull
Nothing so pure
As a child's love
Accept for their innocence

No One......

No one notices the edge
The brake along the horizon
Hiding untold wonders
Or deepest of fears
No one notices the edge
When they're running all out
Trying to leave the past
Or flying on high
Away from the cares of life
No one notices the edge
When caught up in their own stories
Own hurts and joys
Wondering through the woods
No one notices the edge
Or the man who's fallen
Plunging to the depths below

Unexpectedly expected

How are you mad

You had such high expectations

Unrealistic visions you envisioned

Yet you failed to tell the tale

Shocked by the unexpected responses

Constantly perturbed by reactions

Yet you failed to tell the tale

How can you be mad

When you never inquired

Never uttered a single mention

Of these so called high hopes

You expected so much

Yet it all was just smoke on the wind

Never confided in

So your dreams were deferred

Desires want unheard

You expected

But you forgot to send the memo of your expectations

text message.....

Know its not said all the time/even seems like lost the shine/but I Love you/had our shares of ups and downs/an even a few turn around's/but when the dust clear/an the rain fades away/your still right there next to me/I Love you/words @ times escape this grasp/one that claims a poets class/yet the words easiest to say/yet mean so much when they're true/I Love You

Brain scatter....

Thoughts all over
Talk about a roller coaster
Chaos raging yet holding to the illusion
Peace is a distant dream
Brain scatter
Down to the last cents
Right now there is no sense
Total over load
Feels like it's all slipping away like sand
Brain scatter
Sensual pleasure no longer exist
Visuals just seem faded
Nightmares while awake
Just getting started but it already seems to late
Brian scatter
Behind the 8Ball again
Doesn't matter how many times won
Always seems like the loss is to great
Looking up like whats next
Brian scatter

Observation on time

One can never truly measure time
It varies from day to day
The tree may seem long lived
Yet the rock one day is a mountain
Even among man
If stress rules a man of youth can look wizened
Yet a mature man who's lived carefree appears youthful
A true measure of time, it could be said, is experience
Two people of the same age will differ
One could never leave home yet age rapidly
The other could travel the world and seem younger for it
Time is fickle yet undeniably profound
It touches every thing yet nothing
One can never truly measure time

Never Knew

Never knew
How could this be
Never knew
How can this be
Never knew
How is this possible
Never knew
How could this be love
Never knew
How is this possible...love
Never knew
Love could be this deep
Never knew
Love can be this raw
Never knew
Love like this was even possible
A love that cant be truly defined
A love that could stretch across time and space
A love that is limitless

Haunted

These dreams stay haunting
Like vengeful demons stalking
Mind balks at the thought of rest
So stressed wondering if I'm still blessed
Body aching from the lack of mental peace
Not to hard to figure out the cause
But wondering what's the cost
To finally find that state of peace
Gone so far yet still so lost
Doesn't look like I'm gonna win this race
Can hear them just beyond the veil
Seeing them just on the visions edge
Little corner of hell
Images of how they muse of inflicting damage
Head bowed and hands clasped
Praying fervently for soul touching deliverance
Or at least a swift........

Fallen Wings.........

Found a set of wings
Heard the sounds of angels crying
Feathers dancing on the wind
Found a set of wings
Seen a silhouette of angels flying
A mournful symphony proceeding
Found a set of fallen wings
Saw her standing proudly
Yet tears streaked her face
Smile bitter sweet
As she kicked away her fallen wings....

Strength

*side note: wrote this for @imani_sublime "Poetry in Pink", follower her on twitter n check out her site penhittingpaper.com shes dope. This was what came of the untitled*

daily we see it
we praise so many for it
always so quick to acknowledge it
but what exactly is it?
Strength....
physically you can tell
by who's the biggest
or even quickest on the field
in a game or in a sport
but is that truly it?
Strength....
yet is that really it?
is that the only measure?
could there not be another form...
or is that just the norm?
Strength
no that can't be it
not saying its not true
but there's gotta be more
isn't courage a form of...
Strength
well how about the will to go on...
even when all hope seems lost
yet a person carries on
and proves all of the odds wrong
they gather their courage
when most seem discouraged
and push on through the pain
willing to endure anything
to see their loved one(s) smile
isn't that....
Strength
when one is down, broke, or sick
and it seems so easy to quit
yet they rally against
what seems like pure hopelessness
to obtain their dreams
would not that be
Strength....

untitled

never understood what strength was....
well da strength of arms every man learns.....
but true strength...that's another story.....

reflections and dreams of a father

these corridors have gotten so dusty
seems like an eternity since last visited these halls
youth is such a funny thing
reflecting on how it seemed like i could do anything
and yet i felt crushed by the weight of the world
well coming up on a quarter century of life
and yup still feel like i can do anything
starting to dust off some of those fantasies
i do carry the weight of a world
my sons future weighs heavy on me
the steps i take carry so much more weight
yet i refuse to let caution hold me back
i will strive for the stars themselves
wanna show him how to fly
literally cause i do wanna learn how to pilot a plane
so many dreams and goals they're almost as infinite as the stars

tempting dilemma

blindly searching hoping for light to come
darkness veil lifts teasingly as it flutters to mock
temptation whisper so seductively into pleading ears
back bent from mind blown pleasurable assualt
roaring out in frustration & confusing
to stubborn to fall and succumb
yet to weak to turn away and ignore
wondering how to proceed
when such a tempting dilemma lays Xposed
waiting and wanting

penmanship

words slowly leak from tip of pen
pad slowly devours each drop as its pumped out
paper sighing happily as the story is sporadically stroked out
long deep lines lead to shallow transitions
quick strokes in blind ecstasy switch to slow thoughtful ones
climatic ending seems so near yet is so far
each stroke of the pen can either bring sweet relief
or another session of pleasurable torture