Depth

My opinions change drastically and I am often a confusion to my lovers. See the thing is I get bored easily. I love a challenge and the wanting of a relationship however being it is can be the "boring part". However, this time something is different. Maybe it is my progression or growth. Or maybe it is the fact that I waited and wanted for so long. I have grown to understand that being with one women is beautiful and that the quality of women that I seek, is an expression of my dreams. The reality of the situation is that I once was a heart breaker and now I'm a shaken heart, preparing for the worse, staying optimistic and loving all at the same time.

Poetry is my...

The LAND of JENA

Black power prevailed over the system
On September 20, 2007
The system is still in control
Having the power of death tolls
Constantly showing no concern
JENA was a black pride festival
CD vendors on foot
The smell of black and mild
Incensed dread locks wearing
Moistened by sweat buckets and tears
As we marched
The streets of JENAThat seemed deserted by Freedom
Black covered the racist town
I'm sure covered on an average day
The quiet smell of bloodshed by the KKK
But today cities united
Bringing the souls of warriors with
Black faces, limbs and shirts
Reading justice messages
In the eyes of the generation which
Counts no reparations
But today we did not "crank that soulja boy"
We cranked up the dream of Martin Luther King
Covered up our bling
And were proud to be
Black"No Justice!No Peace!"

Love

At this moment in time, love is flourishing from every sweat pocket on my body, heated with motivation, determination and passion. I have found some one who I can say that motivates me pass expression and love. She motivates me mentally, physically and spiritually. We keep each other grounded and have a friendship beyond being lovers.  We are in transition but our relationship is stable. We both are preparing for a new life in adult hood and planning to battle it together.  I love her, and I could not ask for more.

Day 1

Lack of Progress 

I have not wrote in seconds,minutes, months and it feels like years. I admit that I have wrote words that rhyme and idea's, however nothing is complete.  I have created a blog before and I never utilized it. I never stuck with it and now I am here creating a new one from lack of memory, I can not remember my screen name or password.  So I start over again, like a new born, fresh out the womb, accept for this time I am creating my own being, manufacturing and distributing my self. Do not mistake what I am saying, I am no putting my self on the auction block, just a bit of motivation. A new day and soon to be a new year.