Escapism

Escapism

Even after all this time my pen has never left the page
but it open doors locked cages
Can't you hear me calling you
Far away from traffic jams, fear of old age
thoughts of what's for dinner and endless days barely above minimum wage
allow me to set the stage
where normal days end... mines' begin
Pouring out my dreams, thoughts, and ideas.. so say when
Prepared to lift your head and remove your hands from your chin
Stop thinking about whether you will break or bend
I'm against sending texts and emails
because there's no way my essence can be shrunk down to scale
Emptiness and loneliness aren't harbored here to dwell
Ships name Disappointment and Sadness have sailed
When i utter your name it's not a comedy or adventure
It's like reaching the Holy Grail
I'm not just here to say hey, that's for farmers' bale
so when you round your love ones up from the bell
Until you left a veil of engagements bells
Even after a coffin receives nails
My thoughts are aspirations won't fail.

Forward this Email

Forward This Email

Addressed you to whom these visions belongs

Steroid words come across as to strong

Feeling like the seasons i must be among

As for you I long

Like Winter for Spring

Days seem like months between phone rings

Unanswered messages and left recordings

Attempting to share what the heart sings

That my dreams without you are like restless sleep

Emotions to deep to squeeze in before the beep

Instead i wrote an email

Unveiled before you what others sale

brought sincerity to shackled hearts in jail

Compelled to share my love never fails

Perhaps if i spelled "forever on your soul it will crack shells

Follow trails and you'll find me standing at the end

So after all the ships have sailed

You'll read this forwarded email

I originally wrote poem for a girl i was seeing. I wanted to express to her what exactly it was a felt in my heart when she wasn't there. My first rough draft was to rough that i didn't even publish it. I rewrote this because one of my friends' mothers collects the poetry that i write. The idea of that happening in itself is extremely close to my heart that someone likes my style of writing. As a tribute to the girl i was seeing and my friend's mother i breathed new life into this one.

I wrote this acapella

when you walk drums accompany you as a score

so it's hard to ignore how easily i fell for your allure

But not to the point of being on all fours

Paddled through ponds of fantasies with oars

Wondered if your smiles were greetings like open doors

What would you do for an encore

You see i wrote this acapella

Poured my dreams into your brown eyes

They comprise of energy from bongos, marcos and horns that drives

Houses hope and places promises on land which to lie

My heart howled at the moons in the skies

Hoping all along that you weren't the wise

Subdued as a note a saxophone blew.

No extent to the amount that my heart grew

you were like a fresh breathe of air that i drew

As i wrote this acapella

These words should be like a mixtape

Something you zone out to alone with headphones as you escape

Draped you with landscapes of love that filled dreamscapes

but I've fantasized about you as of late

You see i wrote this acapella

All these thoughts are addressed in a live studio session

I'll sing the lyrics while you hum the medleys

100% original no scratched samples of flirts and tease

Those with whom you sang duets with i find i envy.

Because i fear i never can make that great of an impression

Confessions recorded for the world to hear

Perhaps my spoken words won't fall upon deaf ears

All because i wrote this acapella

[i first read a rough version of this at a talent show christmas party. I got up in front of a crowd of strangers and confessed my feelings for a special somone. Even though i knew that she wasn't there. I later would lose this poem only to find it months later and finish it. I combined a lot of musical elements into this one because we both have a strong love of music. She may read this with very little understanding who i am or how i feel, but it's here for the world to see. ]

From Sunrise to Sunset

From Sunrise to Sunset

Moments filled without you but still of you

I persue but not to the point of a stalker

A man of action leave words for smooth talkers

Because words carry so many meanings

Dreaming thoughts that others scheme

I never was one to try to win love with an erection

Nor was i one to try to buy love affection

But i follows direction

That tell you to give you small tokens of how i feel

Peeled back layers at will

Torn down walls that i use to build

For you to see me as i am

Understand no ploys and scams

can be further from the truth

Words become so easily stuck to my mouth's roof.

Just as one many give their hearts away 1 day out of the year

I pray you hold these with the greatest of asteam and dear

For i put my thoughts on display for every eye and every ear

If we're just playing games for me it still isn't clear yet

The only thing that i'm sure of are these feelings from sunrise to sunset

[I wrote this poem for someone who may or may not know how fond of her that i am. As i awoke this past Sun morning i realized that right then and there she was more beautiful that the sunrise that i was watching from my blinds. My greatest fear as an artist or a writer is that my words will not be heard. ]

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i would have created poems like land marks or miles stones,

built jewel filled crowns even kneeled in front of you by thrones

but none of that would have been close to great

Nor come close to anything mentally i could create

Hungry with an appetite for affection on which few have ate

It almost 4 am but hours give no hints of it close to be late

normally i enjoy writing longer poems because they're more involving, but it was something that simply had to be said.

How 1 Word Could Be So Different

i felt as if i waited to long to commit these words to paper

To tell you of my vision that vanish like vapors

Trying to be more creative than lyrics clouding radio waves

Adolescent often, juvenile frequently,

that disprove how real gentlemen behave

I pave roads of expansion

Create house and mansions

In hope that one day you will do the same

Our hearts have talked for ages but still my mouth has never uttered your name

My eyes have met your and our smiles have taken long walks together

Our hands have touched without warning

Our tears have fallen with the promises of life will be better

Letters full of endless sentiments

That will stay testament that our names crossed paths in wet cement

Telling you of how there so many variations of the word love that are different

i wish i could honestly say this was dedicated to one woman, but it wasn't. It's has been a collection of laides that i've meet over the past days,weeks,months even years.