Beyond Heaven

Death came knocking at my door last
night. And when it left it took with it
my sweet Joan. But last night while I
was shivering in sorrow. A pair of arms
reached out and wrapped themselves around
me, and comforted from my grief. The arms
felt familiar as they increased their embrace on me,
I realized these were the arms of my sweet Joan.
Beyond heaven she reached out to comfort me.
Beyond heaven she reached to let me know
the she was still here with me. Joan and I
have love that cheated death. A love
that reaches beyond heaven.

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A Conversation

The other day you told me all your woes.
I’m just want to let you know you are not alone.
For I to have been beaten by someone who claimed they hit me out of love.
But I’m here to tell you pain is not what love is made of.
They also told me they’d never do again.
I promise you that’s a lie my friend.
You need to get out of there as soon as it’s possible for you to.
Because if you don’t he’ll kill you.
And I know this for a fact.
For I’m you from future and I’m talk to you from your grave
because that is where we are at.

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Just an Organ

It has been stated that the heart is just in organ.
But if it was just in organ why when a person falls in love they can feel that emotion in their heart.
If it was just an organ why when love is lost does the sadness that one feels seem to shatter the heart?
If the heart is just an organ why when a child wins a prize does a parent feel pride in their heart?
The heart is much more than just in organ it is the house of our emotions.
From the emotion of love, and sadness to the pride that swells in each of us.
The heart is not just an organ.

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Only 25

Today I was thinking of my cousin he was only 25 when he died.
His life was over before it even really got to start.
You see, in a moment of passion he didn't wear a condom.
And in that moment he contracted AIDS.
He lived for seven more years and then one day he just died.
He was only 25.

Note: This poem was not just a tribute to my cousin but a message to the young and old please don't let my cousin and millions of others death be for nothing. In that moment stop for a moment and put on a condom. Sex doesn’t kill people but AIDS do! !

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The Scent

As I lay alone late tonight I hold your pillow tight and inhale your scent.
The scent that sends my mind back to the last time we made love.
Now, as I inhale more of the scent of you I start to feel your presences.
I begin to feel soft tenderness of your kisses.
I then feel your touch stroking every inch of my body.
I also feel the motion of your hips just like I did the last night we made love.
As I take one last deep breath and inhale the scent that is the essence of you.
I feel you doing the same thing as you also lay alone without me.

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One Long Day

As morning sunlight awoke me and I looked over to where you lay and saw that you spot had been not slept in I knew it was going to be one long day.

One long day of missing your morning kiss and your smile.

One long day because every time the wind blows I'd be sniffing for your scent lofting through the air.

One long day of walking along the shore in search of your footprints in the sand.

Then as the sun sets and I get ready for bed the knowledge that you will once again be not next to me will turn this one long day into and even longer night.

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Ain't This a Bitch

Ain't this a bitch?
when you have helped someone out constantly,
but when you need their help they are no where around.

Ain't this a bitch?
You introduce a friend to your lover
and then two days later you find them in the bed together.

Ain't this a bitch?
you just wrote the greatest poem you ever wrote,
and right at the end of it before you can save it the power
goes out.

Now, I know some you reading this poem
are probably saying I know he could write a better poem then
this. You're probably right but I felt this one
Now, Aint that a Bitch

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In The Air

Like fresh blossoming flowers on a spring day.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the smell of rain right before it pours down.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the aroma of a hot apple pie cooling on the window seal.
Her scent is in air.
I try to cover my nose with my shirt
but her scent seeps right through it.
It is in the air.
I try fanning it away
but the more I fan the stronger her scent lofts in the air.
I decide not to fight it anymore and I inhale her scent.
It first suffocates me but then it sustains me.
To me her scent is love and it is
In the air.

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Breaking My Back

You say you’re my friend, but friendship is not supposed to hurt.
And you’re breaking my back.
Every time I look up I seem to be carrying you from loaning you money to always taking you where ever I go.
You’re breaking my back.
I know a friend is supposed to be a good listener, but it gets hard when you constantly keep hearing someone talk about the same shit like a record player whose needle is stuck.
You’re breaking my back.
I have enough of my own burdens weighing on me I don’t need yours so my friend stop the bullshit.
You’re breaking my back.

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Someone Else's Shoes

As I look through my closet of
poetry I realized that many of my
poems are someone else's shoes.
I was never a woman who had one breast
removed. For that’s someone else's shoes.
Nor did I know a man who hung himself
by the laces of his old brown shoes.
Once again that's someone else's shoes.
Neither was I on crack or a little
homeless girl named Suzy Brown.
Those too are someone else's shoes.
Now as I close my closet of poetry
I realize that in order for me to be true
to my art of poetry. I must sometimes
be willing to walk in someone else's shoes.

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