The Purge

What have we done? Why have all the things that truly matter been thrown out of our hearts and trampled underfoot like trash in the ghetto? Our men are fruitless. Destroyed by the love of money and dragged along by the lusts of society. Gilded, emotional, depthless, and lazy. Their manhood whimsical at best, entertaining an audience of fools alike. A population of victims who hold no accountability for nothing other than conquering the latest woman blinded by naivety and their own selfish endeavors. Ashamed to claim anything of value, to be a father who provides and protects, to hold a legitimate job, or even speak the correct form of his language. I ask again what have we done? Why are our men throwing their crowns to the ground? How much more beneficial is it to lift someone up rather than tear them down? How can a man behave like a beast and kill his brother? Shatter the precious crystal that is his sister? How can he leave his child barren and roadless? Have we not been handed everything? Our women are turmoiled. They fear our men and their lack of leadership. Carrying the complete weight of life on their backs with no one to share it with. Created to be loved and cared for as companions but our men pit them against each other and defile their very nature. They themselves destroy each other by denying the source of their anguish and blame each other. Their perceptions of a good and suitable man warped and twisted by the same lusts that defeats our men. Allowing themselves to be spectacles of sexual desires, emulating men, and perpetuating this devastating cycle. This generation was born with rights our predecessors fought and died for and we disrespect their efforts. We were handed a life they hoped for and we refuse to live it. We have abandoned their paths and are stumbling down a road of destruction. We are faithless, depthless, ignorant, prideful, reckless and above all ungrateful. There are few things worse than death this is one.

Heart of my heart

Plant my heart in the soils of yours Feed it the ingredients of love your water pours Shine the light of your affections   my heart sprouts life from this intrinsic connection   it's roots to reach deep  It's life kindred with yours A blended sovereignty of unprecedented intimacy  Flowers bloom in each smile that you give to me Fruits are sweetened each time u lay with me Because my heart was born from love it beckons you with its melody It's rhythms seems to be your heavenly blues to be near to me I can't seem to see any other thing but the beauty placed in front of me Without the light that was promised me the night falls on top of me Stars are your word sent subliminally  I close my eyes and your cries are reflected on to me Love can you be anymore confusing My heart beat thumps from beneath yours  Like an echo in time I find you ever familiar  A fear rises up and I see your absence in the mirror of the moon Your heart beats again and mine responds to remind you I'm not gone You are flesh of my flesh bone of my bone You are my ebb and flow my stop and start At last my love Heart of my heart

Man on the Moon

I was the dweller of the moon Alone I looked down lovingly upon you I peered down into your heart  I saw your desires and your most secret thoughts and felt why you cried Suddenly the center of me came alive I reached out across the night longing to wipe your eyes I grimaced as the pieces of your heart scattered across the skies I patiently collected each piece with you in mind wondering how to make your pain subside I decided to replace your heart with mine so in time you'll learn that Love done wrong may hurt for the moment But love done right heals for a lifetime For yesterday I was just a dweller of the moon and today I'm now a man who fell from the moon and into love with you

Love in High Places

In altitude there is solace  Romance in open elements A destination of diligence  it's roads paved by the wills of the  Pure and innocent A great mountain, intimidating, fierce exuding no decadence  It's peak calls out to the longing in ones existence  It's voice reminiscent of someone familiar Amass with pillars of light the great steps escalate to the heavens In the eve of my deliverance I cleansed myself from my circumstances Took my first step upward and started taking chances For at the top is where my heart is Reveling in the rewards of its races Calling me to love in high places

Questions to my brother

Do you close your eyes in the dark? Does your heart break in the nothingness of fear? Or maybe you wrap yourself in faith lest the light come to you? Are you coward or courageous? Do you revel in your own folly? Do you excuse your accountability and disregard your integrity? Are you man or boy? Do you find joy in the sorrows of your brother? Do you boast in your self made grandiose? Where is your worth? Can you love in the moment? Or must one offer up their very best? Is there honor there? Can you forgive your brother and lift him up? Can you break your carnal chains and live free? How can you live ignorantly? Why can't the right thing be your decision? Can you grow with no sustenance or do you just exist as you are, frail and decadent? My brother can you answer? 

The Male "Realization" Syndrome

Men in relationships can and will be saturated with their own pride and ego at various points in any relationship. These attributes are nurtured throughout childhood and hardly ever disciplined within. They are subconscious powerhouses of defense and are potentially poisonous. They are the reason men are influenced by challenge, insult, humiliation, and their own carnal nature.  Pride can cripple a man's ability to listen and ego can hasten mans reasoning to impulsiveness. (Philosophers and social psychologists have noted that pride is a complex secondary emotion which requires the development of a sense of self and the mastery of relevant conceptual distinctions). Most men build their pride on a myriad of weak social constructs not strong personal values and as such, they are at best shifty and unpredictable. There is a difference in having pride and being prideful. A mans ego takes on a more complex role in his life and is extremely delicate. A mans ego is intended to regulate his instinctual desire for instant gratification. It is supposed to be the very thing that grants him the permission to be called a man however, an ego needs to be strengthened otherwise it succumbs to the passions of instinct easily. A man who is prideful and possesses a weak ego will eventually experience what I present as the male "realization" syndrome.  The male "realization" syndrome can best be described in a romantic relationship where he allows his premature pride and ego run rampant thru ought his relationship causing him to leave or be left. In time (Subjective to person) he begins to experience feelings of guilt, anxiety, and repentance "realizing" that he is in error. This will cause him to attempt desperate reconciliation presumably with his most recent affair or humble new beginnings with the next. A man must reinforce himself with integrity, discernment, and courage. He must accept accountability for his decisions and must practice patience to avoid finding himself facing the consequences of his own foolishness. In the end he has to commit to being a man. 

Imagination

In the day I imagine myself being warmed by the sun in your smile Playing like a child in the cool breezes of your voice I daydream about the playground of your countenance  I wish just for a chance My hands can dance with it Dreams of days romanced in night fashion Songs of winter nights sang out and rejoiced Love   who is wisdom stray not away from grasp  My torment let wake the feelings I've always had I imagine myself being warmed by the sun in your smile Playing in the cool breezes of your voice I day dream about the playground of your countenance  I wish for just a chance my hands can dance with it  Silence my aching heart Claim my breath with your kiss  The desire within confined  Until moments end where fate lead us into love on fire An endless flame spawned from embers of passion Fed by your smile, and captured by by your lips In the night I seek your essence Your most intimate existence as you exhale my life back into me As I perfectly receive your charity The night evolves as we glow in vulnerability I imagine a song in the key of silence as heart beats welcome in reality That I am warmed by the sun in your smile still playing in the cool breezes of your voice as my hands caress your countenance while we dance in a romance I'll never forget