fade to black nothingness deafening silence curled up in a corner chin resting on knees all enclosed in a shirt gazing around at emptiness no white light no meeting with the saints no walking through the clouds no daddy there to hold me comfort me no one to tell me it’s okay that those I... Continue Reading →
In her arms…
perched in the center of the pillows I wait for her to come and hold me so I can give her the soft comfort she needs no matter how time flies and I watch her age she still needs me she still wants me sometimes she still squeezes me through the night and even if... Continue Reading →
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a love poem…
wrap a bouquet of flowers in a love letter poetry or prose words from the heart with a box of chocolate kisses would be nice and reese’s cups to remind me of how your chocolate hugs my peanut butter a few chocolate drizzled strawberries and a mix cd cause i love it when you make... Continue Reading →
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Make the distinction…
niggas & flies niggas & flies, both I despise one eats shit the other one lies... never confuse a black man with a nigga... cause a nigga will get you with those good intentions and that even better dick making promises like I'm not going anywhere making you think he is in control of the... Continue Reading →
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Love
love love sweet like the honeysuckle of my youth when I imagined knights in shiny armor on horseback switch to ninja's on ducati bikes switch to mr. tall dark & handsome in a big car with a career not a job and a 401k not just cash on hand and when I say benefits I... Continue Reading →
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Dancing with Insanity
For love -- I would tickle the feet of a panther till he purred like a child rubbing the belly of an old woman on the beach in the mist of morning awaiting the dawn of a new era of technological breaking through daunting wooden drawbridges to sand castles built by imaginative dogs learning new... Continue Reading →
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dreaming
some days my world seems like a series of nuances and idiosyncrasies, coping with the resident trouble maker, my imagination, and pondering another breath or a gasp for fresh hope can i float can i float can i float or drown in the flood of inspiration held in by my damn reality -Turtleberry 2007
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untitiled
i raise my glass to the pain of not knowing and gulp to fight the fear i have to ask i clean the mirror in hopes of seeing myself clean when i need to windex my eyes... bleach my mind my soul trapped inside a cell inside this shell worn by my heart battle scarred... Continue Reading →
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Sometimes
he said he felt like i didn’t love him, like he was just my friend a friend with the alarm code to my heart & the key to my soul… if only he’d turn it saw our future through a telescope growing together, taking each day as it came me, ready to abandon the script... Continue Reading →
Inside the Shell 