Original Poetry

More of my stuff...this was written about 2004 (i think?)....

In2hernalization

how do i begin to pen, what i hold deep within
what is guarded by most men and kept away
of a fear of not being, and a dream not seen
which exists me, less Shawnte
and how do i start to define, one
whom in my soul and mental courses existential
to be able to give just viusal to the individual
whose design no one can attempt to stencil
but precious is that of her like mothers milk; sweet honey
in the rock, of the hardened world
God grips all that is dark in life with a fist
and in her, squeezes out a pearl
sweet soft spoken lullabies through gentle lips
angelic touched smile effervescence
shy lavender rose petals drifting on a flowing stream
which landscapes her very essence
and when posterity remembers its history
into beauty, it will film a face
Tamia's, Aaliyah's; Nefertiti's, Latifah Queenies
and forever, ****** will stake her place
a gift with blinding know wrapped under her bow
reveals her passion in unraveling like a loose suture
she fashions her inspiration, and gifts herself again
to deliver the promise to the future
most times i shudder to think when i see her
my words helpless to me at all
but my tensions escape from the very depths of me
to awkwardly find their fall
and ******less is the haunt of shattered glass
from which my mind seeks to be freed
"yes chris" from her lips, comprised in her eyes
is my insanity that desires to breathe
because a man stands just to stand
standing half a man if he stands alone
when what is cast in the mirror neglects to reflect
the half of his heart that is his home
so with my words divided by hands i clasp
i ask of whom i must ask when i speak
Lord grant me this priceless and special person
because perfection doesn't ever repeat
and if He should respond and ask of me
what just would make this right
i would answer back to Him, because i stand
on the precipice of the meaning of life

cmr