I am a Man of God.
I ask myself, "Are you living like a Man of God?"
Something is just not right...
Why are these things happening to me?
Why am I hearing these voices?
Get away fear!
A thing that not many can endure
Once knocked at my door
Small and brittle
My heart ripped in four
What love was for certain
I wasn't quite sure
I have looked into the abyss
Stood rooted in fear
Paralyzed, my next move unclear
Withheld myself from ever finding bliss
The boy I was a year ago still had a dad.A loving dad who was just trying to turn a boy into a man.For a tragedy was coming. The boy I was a year ago was a little more sophomoric.Didn't care if I was wrong, I didn't care about anything but myself.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time,
He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
He had always loved the flimsy fabric of her sheer summer dresses,
It made the beloved task of breaking the cheap polyester threads easier.
They covered her rich and silky almond colored skin, how selfish.
I could cradle you all day long until you fell asleep in my arms
Rock you away with me in the waves like Aaliyah's lyrics
Or simply rub you across my lips like my favorite MAC lipstick
Every man isn't war.
Every man doesn't bring peace but every man has a poem.
Every man isn't you,
your son and your father
but every man is wrapped in skin;
carrying some form of light,
Man And Woman
About Nice and Beautiful Woman
About The Natural Instinct
About The Passion
That Overcomes All Obstacles
And Incinerates Everything
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly
Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling
that this dream has come true
Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
Chasing for a deeper meaning behind the twinkling lights above just as the man who stands inches away.
So the creature
Substitutes the Creator
Now the creature
Someone once told me
A man doesn't cry
He also isn't weak
So, I should become a machine incapable of emotion then?
What's so wrong with crying every now and often?
To the one I cannot live without,
you make my days so much brighter,
Without a doubt in mind,
you are life's little fighter.
Pizza pizza pizza rocking everywhere.
Jk I love my man without a doubt,
Once I had a father,
who was strong, hard working, and a good husband
That's what I wanted to believe
That's what I told myself
Who was I fooling?
My hunger survives off your belligerent smile, as it puts the blazing sun up in my sky
It's those nonsensical possibilities you whisper which floods my being with your eyes
Let me tell you a story, Fantastic as can be,
It's about a perfect man, He who died on a tree.
It was not a hanging, that's far from true,
It's called a crucifixion, and He died for me and you.
Heavens' gates open wide
as a new soul approaches slowly.
Crisp air frightens the new arrival,
yet there is freedom.
Freedom in knowing the choice was his.
He’s an alcoholic.
A genius, but moronic,
Meanest when he’s on it. Sedentary,
As his eyes drooped then widened
He would take another shot
In the back of darkened corners
I love the way a man walks
swagger to the side
left to right he glides
the way a man talks
whether deep or light
his voice is just right
the way a man smells
makes my heart excel
Oh to have a beard,
that is my dearest wish.
I am so smooth and hairless
just like a little fish.
It would be smooth and silky
like ladies underwear
A mirror has the ability to make a duplicate of one's self.
It isn't a true copy but a near shadow of who one really is.
For a mirror can only show so much, and often it leaves out the core of who one is.
Nature likes citieskeeps man stackedon top of each otherout of her wayso she can roam freein fields and mountainsdown gentle streams
In the still of the night I cannot see,
Low as the moon appears to be sinking
Over the tall pine trees and the mountains clear.
Vacantly my poor mind avoids thinking,
Fear Fear Fear. Fear that a girl should be so queer. Yet not a girl, but a boy, or possibly a man, who knows?, who cares?; a boy who could not tell the the type of man he should have been, he ought to be, he is in fact. Is he a man? a boy?
There, a bloody knife in his handThere, he went from boy to manCrying, tears from the eyes in his headTraumatized from the blood he had shedHow his youth had gone so quickly
In the passing heat of the ephemeral spring
Beneath the sound of interstate
Atop decrepit track of neglected railroad
Surrounded by walls of painted wisdom
Of littered art
Of withered graffiti
I'm not afraid of my shadow,
Or the satin woven black
Of the night sky,
Words it lack.
I'm a heavy breather,
Fantasiser, I believe
In the Northern light.
But strap my arms
Behind my back
The man behind the photo is unknown
his true nature are within the pixles of a picture
his facial expression like the cover of a book
How are we supposed to move beyond yesterdayWhen we are not confident in tomorrow?How can one moment you be so sure...and the next time feel borrowed?How can all the joy we found, be remembered now as sorrowed?How can time go on long enough for...
Vivid pictures; envision a soul,
lost in the thoughts that'd keep a grown man cold,
poor kid, just 16, livin in hell,
fightin demons while he deals with the swells,
of all the dangers and how cops fancy the cells,
The media tells me I gotta be a man,
Well I say I do what I can.
Society wants to tear me down,
But look at me, I ain't wearin' a frown!
Roll with the punches,
Go with the flow,
Don't sit at lunches,
After 23 years, the eyes seen so much,
trying to keep up in life, but its always in a rush.
High School flew by, Undergrad did too,
struggling to get by, while my bank account gave me the blues.
Who is flawless ?
I know that I am not.
Nor do I claim that I am
I am full of flaw
as are you.
I miss the way you used to look at me
with your gentle eyes so carefully
I miss your dazed and confused way of life
your wisdom and your courage
your corny comedy and your pride
the first time a boy
smoked too many
of me, he became
a man. he coughed
my blood into his
palms, tasted my
iron & grit, his tongue
finally learned the
To my descendants:
When I arrived in this role I had been given, love was blossoming in many ways.
People were just learning to love people for who they are, what they are.
The sun that rises every morning day,
The light illuminates my precious way,
The tennis court becomes my second home,
Whether outside or in an indoor dome.
I play for joy, for love, for sport, for peace,
I don't if is been the movies or my friends,
I have recently become an addict for a woman's fur,
their beautiful skin and beautiful lips make me go crazy,
if only I had a special girl that could fulfill my thirst,
My Heart is like a symbol steady tinging
And it was then were in the cavern of insolence where he was kept
All that was deemed unfit and of akin to detriment on the male spectrum
As channeled into his being.
The ritual left him full of woe and without reason
It can be hard to stop and think about the man behind the curtain.the one thats truly hurtingThe one thats not deservingYou can never be confident with the one behind the curtain.
Man have to know what's alone is.
Walks amongst the grass, with a smile to the sun.
Warmth about his heart, the boy longs for lasting fun.
Fear so compelling, he walks a path through debris.
So dark and twisted, is to man's reality.
We start our lessons before we can speak
They want us to walk while our legs are too weak
We find strengh with age and stand on our own
We say a few words amongst the dribble and groans
You struggling to get to college , you try to fill out all the scholarships that you can
You get tired and drained from all the work you have done
What is a Man?
One who sheds no tears
Who drinks all day and night,
with vessels flooded with beer.
What is a Man?
One who has no goals,
makes his conscience dissolve,
Let me list the things that are on my mind
The FEAR is gone and so is the strife
The mind, body, and soulAre explorations on their own
Humanity is rich in curiosity
And our livelihoods come in all shapes and forms
Only ten percent of our mind has been achieved
I used to think I loved you
I used to think you cared
I used to think "this is it"
I used to be so scared
I used to want to be your all
I used to think you did too
Life once created a soul
with mighty dreams and hopes
Yet it only took a man
to destroy it
You want to love me?
Prove to me your ability.
I'm stronger than most men,
You think you can handle me?
Ha, prove it to me.
Push me against the wall,
Rub you rough hands
Against my soft skin.
My Father always asks me, "What makes a man, a man?" and I'm never able to answer because I simply know I cant.
I've never liked change too much
Change brings risk
Risk brands possibility
Possibility boils expectation
Expectation breeds disappointment
I've never liked change too much
There is this beauty of men I have..
Walking past my eyes I take mini pictures..
From their mouth that's clean like fresh snow...
To their bodies that they take time to grow..
I could always admire a man..
I am the strange man.
The man that is a boy.
The boy that is a man.
I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong
with the same hands.
So I try to write as well as I can.
Today I fell in love,With the man on the moon.I thought I was seeing God,Then he waved and smiled.He pointed to a star,And motioned that it was mine.
The Hardness of her heart
the coldness of her hand, i wonder why she ignores me so much.
The sparkle in her eye is only when she crys, confort seems to not be enough.
The clang of a single coin in an empty tin
Alerts the man to sadly look down.
He fishes out the nickel
Holding it up to the light
Dreaming of what it must feel like
what is a man ?
what is a man? you see my earliest memory is sun
rays cutting through my bedroom window
as I watch my mom dwindle in tidle waves
of envelopes and in moments like this I fail
There's a place that you can go,
a state of mind.
Where you scrape the ultimate supreme,
marking ink in the lobes of you brain.
Spun by emotion and directed by Hope,
I deserve a man
Who accepts me as I am
Sees past my flaws
And reminds me that I can
I deserve a man
Who will treat me right
And even though we may fight
He will be there day and night
With the strut of the Wind,
The boundless flow of time.
Our minds tend to flutter,
With an undying chime.
Speaking through tocs and tics
I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping I'll wake to see the light. The beautiful light so warm and so bright, but soon I sleep and relive the fright. First I feel the water so warm and refreshing, then he joins me I start regressing.
The ball bounces against the crack of the drive
Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot.
Dusk disappears like their childhood
I wonder if she even cares about me?
All this name calling is wearing and tearing on my internally
My confidence level has dropped and
My the respect I have for myself is lacking
M ountains of work, bills, burden-- the family must be fed.
A nd a young man's dreams?
N o. they don't exist.
W orried silver threads
O ver the sink, bubbles sliding on wrinkles
A man is a man only when he thinks he can
a man loses his purpose in life when he begins to doubt himself.
- Frank Posada IV
What sly, sneaky dogs gentleman can be,disguising themselves to others to have a sort of innocent fluency.
But what man can truly stand with his girl and not look at another,or struggle not to?
The greatest struggle a man faces is himself.
How shall I describe man?
He is full of trickery, deceit, and lies.
He manipulates and twists the world for his best interest.
He is a hypocrite.
The boy was sitting on the grass,
eyes looking past the trees.
His words played with mass,
falling. or flying with ease.
He followed the sunlight where it led
down a path for the brave and afraid.
I remember one morning
I sat on the porch and played with my dolls
Gritty sand of the ground
In my teeth
Under my nails
I remember looking up
There was a man walking down the road
Yet my heart flutters, my gut repulses.I crave his company and voice,even though every mutter of his breath will be of her.The way his lips move when he speaks,oh it melts me to the core with crave.
So many struggle to find reason for their lives
So many struggle to go on
So many struggle
Yet so many miss on the simplest joys in life
So many regret their past sins
So many live in their failures
The tears roll down from his eyes
and are blown away in whispers
By the wind
I do not know him
He cries in an agony
I cannot see
He is alone beside me
Writing a poem is a grand expression Of the man I am and the one I want myself to be Words become lines, lines become poems, interconnected like brush strokes in a painting or the individual notes of a favorite song These words that capture my hea
I write for the world.
Its skies of blue stretching uniqueness across the planet
Revealing its luster and foliage for all the universe to see
The Sun is a man, I’m sure…
Shining for me, and only me, in the morning,
Sitting with me at the end of my day;
Comforting me, sometimes consoling me,
Moonshinethat croon of minemad and frantic infection, a moan that stirs from hurttoils that strike like weights, pulls at your foreheadskins your knuckles it’s irrelevant my wants,your wants.
feelings go unrequited because you have high standards, havent found anyone quite like it. now your fate decided, you're striving to find someone thats trying, to understand you like they're psychic. they come around, but you never buy it.
I woke to a cloudless blue sky, to towering redwood trees
To fluttering avian creatures basking in the warm sun’s embrace.
The forest was full and alive, breathing
Compelling you to look but not to take.
mind is on hold
heart is in fast forward
words were once all that needed to be heard
Now The People Need A Proclamation.
A Declaration From You To The People.
I saw him standing there
All cool and suave.
For what seemed like an hour a glance we’d share.
And there he was.
He was an artist with hands big and strong.
Money and the streets don't Impress me
Grab a Bible read to me be like Gandhi
God gave his son who is a part of us
Asking for our love as he died for us
Faith of a seed is all we need
The implications of your strength confuse
My emotions and leave me perplexéd;
Do I find safety in your able arms,
Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine?
The way you take control is my excuse
To be ownéd by you is my dark wish,
Sweet man who has power to bid me his will,
And protect me from those who’d demolish
My heart and send my world into a hell.
I do not care what the radicals say,
Allow me to set the scene
Mother of four
One of the most faithful dope fiends
To the Four admired as a queen
The oldest only 16
Father figure to the youngest 3
No help offered
Because she aint clean
The Black man...which stands on the corner
It identifies and symbolizes the border in which his congregation of
friends and himself have allowed themselves to loiter
See everyday I pass along that very corner
The psyche of man
Only sees what it wants to
And is therefore blind
It is times like this when men we see,
Our fragile broken destinies.
When through false strength and proud façade,
Appears the pea beneath the pod.
It’s times like these as men we know,
For a man to love a woman
For a woman to love a man
God is placed into their lives
For God to love man and women
And for the love of man and woman
To be eternal
I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy.
Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old.
And I see sadness in his eyes.
do you see this all?
how could you fall?
you're no longer on the wall.
you lay in pieces before me.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Deep green eyes I see
Soft edges of the face I see
Her innocent lips tainted with sin
I reach out to her.
Words of this man tickle my ears
Invading my mind like a rash
But the mystery man never appears
Forever eluding my grasp
A being but not of flesh
He is existence
He is truth
He is all
The melody he sings
Graces the ears
Like honey the tongue
A fresh current sprung
Spreading, reaching, growing, flowing—unheard
It started with a man and a dream
He held his dream high in his right hand, for the world to see
It screamed, it yelled, it burst into motion
Its message was “Set me free”
There was no room in society for his dream
A Man and a Woman are like Peanut butter and Jelly
The Man, Peanut butter.
He starts off hard but when he gets whipped he becomes smooth and hard to swallow.
The Woman, Jelly.
If I could see over this farmed hills,
I wouldn't have to be afraid of life's thrills.
I am here for you brother-man
Here to lend a simple hand.
a loving man
non violent man
who wants other man
to love one another man to man
it wouldn't matter what the skin color of the man
it would be how the man acts to another man
and if we are man
I dream of a place where there are no countries fighting,
There will be no more wars,
And no more innocent people dying.
Why can't these dreams be achieved?
Because man is selfish and mean,