Real Woman

This is another old poem that I wrote, during a year that I guess I was just feeling all sorts of way about love and relationships and such. Enjoy.

I want it real, my woman
Real woman, I want you
Show me love with no gimmicks
Dispel the artificial
You are true to who you are
True to what you do
From every move you make
To every breathe you take
Every word you speak
Is like heaven to me
Why go to church when I’m already sanctified
In your presence
I can feel your essence
You are my sophisticated lover
My mental stimulant
Enthralled by your intellect
Compelled by your drive
I’ve never felt so alive
Inner peace knows no bounds
When you are around
I can clearly see
You are for me
You are about me
And what you know about me
Is what I know about you
Our compatibility is justified
As our personalities coincide
With one another
You are a real woman
You are truth
You are balance
You are nothing less and nothing more
Than what you are
You are my heart’s star
You come so real, my woman
But real woman, where are you?

Seasonal Love

This is one of my older poems that I really enjoyed writing. Hope you enjoy reading it just as much.

From the first meeting it felt like Summer

You were hot like fire

From your body to your mind

I burned with desire

Our chemistry was undeniable

Sparks fly like a July 4^th night

And even between the sheets

Making love so sweet

The night and the bed begin to sizzle

As we become hot and bothered

As the sweat endlessly pours

While our bodies lay intertwined

A personality so cool

I call you my Autumn

At first your barriers were high

But as our love grew

You threw your inhibitions

To a late September wind

And let your wall fall

Like the leaves in October

We grew even closer

To form a love like no other

Like many loves there were times

When our love grew cold

Like a Winter night in December

The look in your eyes

An uneasy glare made of ice

Arguments as bitter as a blizzard

Ups and downs of sever pain

Like a frigid snow

Leaving us with the hope

All will blow over

As if it were mid march

When it is all said and done

Our love can be summed up into one

As what we have is Spring

We have our days of rain

Our days of pain out in the cold

Our days of warmth

When our love is ever blossoming

And I get captivated

By your cool disposition

We tend to stay in line

When the weather’s just right

‘Cause you are my seasonal love

My year round love

My day, my night

My twinkle in the moonlight

The one I cherish for every reason

For all seasons

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I wrote this at a time where a lot of things were going through my mind at the time, a lot of frustrations, questions, for myself and for the subject.

Feeling so fucked up in the head
Dejected and left for dead
Inside of my own heart
Where do I even start
With the way that I am feelin'
A love so unappealing
'cause it poses as more of an apparition
Non-existent in my realm of livin'
Guess deception is the gift
That keeps on givin'
"cause it teaches a new lesson
For every fuckin' time
That a brotha's stressin'
I'm not who I was
So who I am just can't tolerate
Such extraneous bullshit
Fuckin' with my mindstate
And I ain't got time to wait
For children to catch up mentally
To their adult statures
Acting on a higher level
Where they were meant to be
Thought you were meant for me
But the harsh reality
Of the situation is that you
Were just a pipe dream
Can't believe that you
mentally piped me
Turned me from who I am
to a figment of my true self
And it wasn't even like
You were after my wealth
'cause you were with me
when I didn't have it
And my heartstring, yes,
You grabbed it . . .

Before I could finish this stream of thought, I was interrupted by a long phone call. I'm not in this place of feeling anymore, far from it, so I can not finish this, but it came so deep from my heart at the time, that I wanted to share it regardless.