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Dark skies encompass my heart

Because for a brief moment we were just centimeters apart

And she held on tightly to my gentle parts

That float

In limbo

Somewhere eon’s out in the hemisphere

I want her gone

The sickening truth is

She is part of my scares

And she will always live here

My Midnight – Poe-Estory

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Needing validation from some man

Any man

Wanting to be someone’s biggest fan

While my mind ran wild

Reminiscing about the boys I was attracted to as a child

The excitement that ran thru me was too intense to describe

There was this one particular guy that gave me this awfully strange vibe

And yes!

I was wide open for him

With his big back and size 9 brown Tim’s

He said, with his dark juicy lips

I stood there with attitude with my hands on my hips

He said

“girl you so pretty I just had to let you know, can I take you to dinner or maybe a show”

I was mesmerized by his smooth dark skin

My defenses wanted to say no but I knew the softness in me would win

I went home nervous and filled with fear

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding and on top of that I had absolutely nothing to wear

There was a war going on in my mind that my heart wasn’t trying hear

I decided to call him and tell him I couldn’t go

He picked up the phone, I guess caller ID and said, please don’t tell me no

I was in a panic could this really be

Could this handsome man really like me

We went to dinner and of course a show

I wasn’t sure what to expect I really didn’t know

I stared at him gently and thought

I don’t know how anyone can tell this man no

Women they stopped and stared

I cut my eyes at those broads like don’t even dare

This man was handsome and OH SO FINE

And just for tonight Mr. Chocolate was all mine

The men they whispered

“Dame she’s a dime”

He tipped the waiter and said

“Bring us the finest wine”

The restaurant was nice and yes full of talk

I got up and excused myself with my oh so sexy walk

The men they eyed and said dame who is she

My midknight turned around and said.

“Oh she’s with me”

We laughed and talked and got to know what each other liked

I was so nervous ‘cause everything felt so right

Meanwhile I was filled with fear

The night was almost over and I was really, really scared

Was he like the others would he try to get me in his bed

He looked at me, said goodnight, and kissed my hand instead

That was really different, that I couldn’t take

All thru the night my thoughts I would awake

This man had me shook with his manly ways and his oh so serious look

There came a day he said

“We need to talk seriously”

That was the day I said yes and became his wife to be

Remember in the beginning when I was tempted to say no

Well it’s been 55  years and I’m glad he made me go

Imagine 55 years with just one man

I’m proud to say he still loves me and I’m still his biggest fan

Mourning – Poetry

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I listened to his heart beat

I wrapped my legs between his feet

I watched him sleep and tucked him safely away in the warmth of my sheets

I played with his ears 

Somehow that soothed my fears

About 

Mourning

I scaled his face with my point finger

And I cried

Because

Mourning

Was well on its way

Tombstones in my Mattress – Poetry W/Audio

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I’ve got Tombstones in my Mattress  

Waiting for the next certain death

To join this grave site of men and women I have not yet met

I deem it over before it begins

And I mourn these relationships

Over

And over again

I got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I practice pretending they aren’t there

Potholes and traps for all who enter these tomb filled snares

I got ash cans and grey post

That line the belly of this seam

I got construction going on

In the trinkets of my dreams

In the pit of my Mattress

I call it the dead zone

There building a fortress

And fences

Calling it their home

And they aint even paying rent

I evicted two tenants

And  could care less where they went

I’ve got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I’m prepared to burn this dwelling place

Can’t sleep at night

Without these men staring me in my face

These tombstones have been constructed for over twenty long years

And there comfortable in my bed

Playing spade and swallowing down imported beers

I’m not sad

Depressed

Or angry

I just want these men gone

They’ve been sleeping in my bed with me for twenty years too long

I got diamonds hidden in these dirt filled tombs

Being smothered by dandelions and oversized poisoned mushrooms

My bed has become crowded

And the only person I’m angry at is me

Because I have allowed these men to literally enslave me

I’ve got souls that I desperately need to set free

I keep these memories alive and I hate the reflection I see

I got construction workers knocking walls down building rooms to be filled

While I’m shoveling dirt working hard to empty this dirt filled mill

Gatekeepers come from nowhere, hired in this dark ground of doom

I’ve invited men in to fill these empty tombs

I cannot stand being cramped up in my own bed

I demised a portal

For people who have long time been dead

They have decomposed

Honestly some of them I don’t even know

It’s God awful that their locked in this trench

I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate this awful stench

Every tombstone has a different face

And a different name

But they’re not much different at all

Really their all the same

I got all these people living in my bed

And it’s deep

It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep

I am on the brink of something really big

Tonight, these men are getting the hell up out my bed

I want to be rid of this affliction

So tonight, I’m sure I’ll be handing out some evictions

THE OTHER ME (POETRY)

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I waited for her to walk in the door

With her ghetto diction

She was my affliction

My addiction

And the reason why I was stricken and sickened

And plagued by her rage that went way beyond adult age

I gave her the keys and offered her other things

That was dear to me

And taunted the other me

I was tempted to walk away

But I played the fool and stayed

Another day

And another

And another

And I was wrong because I stayed way to long

I was fighting with the knot that gripped my soul

And I knew she was the reason I was old and alone

No one ever told me it would be like this

Once I kissed her majestic lips

Frozen in a matrix of denial

And still

WAITING

ON

HER

Insomnia – Poetry W/Audio

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/INSOMNIA -poetry

Finger tips and microchips dissect my random thoughts

While movies play obsessively of all that daddy taught

I’m here once a week tryn’a get the bugs out my head

But the only thing this quack does is prescribe another fuckin’ med

Bugaboos and daja vu’s taunt my twisted brain

Perplexing me and vexing me

Rip me out these fuckin’ chains

I shift my body loosely tryn’a pull back on the reins

But these voices keep on whispering

VOICES: You’re weird stupid and insane

Fully engulfed in this cryptic game

I can’t escape these awful memories

So  I try and write away the pain 

I lay there blamelessly

As he dissects my twisted mind

ME: Yea I know

As he looks ahead and says

DOCTOR: Were out of fuckin’ time

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

ME: Yea I know

DOCTOR: Were out of fuckin’ time

What the fuck is this !?!? – Poetry

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I didn’t mean to give myself to another

He startled me as I turned around.
I heard his manly sound

It was him 

I was caught off guard when he said

What the fuck is this!

I told my husband it was only a kiss

I stood there in the rain as the gel from my curl set ran down my temple

I love you
I said, and again, he said

What the fuck is this!!

I, I, I, as I stuttered to try and find the words

My mistress stood there pleading with her eyes for me to acknowledge her

She wanted me to say, this is the woman I’ve been seeing every day

But I stood there
Blank

As I watched my husband’s heart sink into the earth with the rain

I wanted to reverse this pain

He said again with much more authority

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!!!
If it was only a kiss why is she crying

I stood there

Trapped
But if I walked away now I knew I’d miss her

We all just stood there

In the rain

Blank

As I thought

What the fuck is this!

Voice – Poe-Estory Warning: Very sad poem

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His name was Tommy and his spirit’s alive and well

I hope you don’t mind it’s his story I shall tell

He would be 37 but at the time he was 12

And for many years his life was a living hell.

It’s his father he despised

All his sneaky ways and dirty little lies

His dad was strange in many different ways

What Tommy didn’t know is his dad had full blown AIDS

His dad was in denial; he wouldn’t take any meds

Every night Tommy’s dad would cry then come lay in Tommy’s bed

Tommy was 12, to him a man, he knew this wasn’t right

He’d lay there quiet, he dare not fight

He was 15 and with every fiber he said NO!

His dad looked at him and they both stood toe to toe

Tommy stood strong as his dad raised his fist

This was his life and wasn’t it supposed to be a gift

Life’s meaning erased

And even his favorite pie had a bitter taste

He started feeling strange but he didn’t want to believe  

His dad had given him this horrible disease called HIV

Tommy’s life at this point, he felt like he had no say

Because the thoughts and feelings he was having surely made him gay

His father died and he was glad to see him go

He was a constant reminder of this disease and no one else could know

This thing had him tossing and turning all through the night

He was tired and said, Toya, I just don’t have the strength to fight

Tommy let the years pass him by with each passing day

The truth was he was scared and let fear lead the way

He was like a shadow chasing the sun until it disappeared

Tommy was lost and bound to a zillion little tears

Strangely his first semester class did a project on children with AIDS

And he decided to take his life back on that very special day

As he walked through the hospital children marked by sores

Babies in small bubbles; his heart was completely torn

He ran to the bathroom and cried until he hit the floor

He asked God; please tell me what is all this for

I don’t do drugs

I don’t sleep around

And Tommy didn’t want to be gay

His dad was just a real sick man that took his innocence away

For all the children who don’t have a choice

Tommy decided to take a stand and be the children’s voice

He stood in front of thousands and said

My name is Tommy and I have AIDS

And I’m speaking for all the little people who become victims every day

His body’s 6 feet under but his spirit is still alive

And if you’re reading this then his spirit has survived

This is Tommy’s way of continuing to be the children’s voice

This is for all the little people who never had a choice

 

 

                                                Thank you Tommy

Invictus By William Ernest Henley (Featured Poet)

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Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning’s of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

HOMELESS (POETRY)

HOMELESS

FORMLESS

NONCONFORMIST

USELESS

LAZY

DIRTY

IGNORANT

PITIFUL

PLAGUE

MAN MADE

UNSOCIOLIZED

CRITICIZED

TRAUMATIZED

IMMOBILIZED

SODUMIZED

GHOST EYES

CAGED UP RACE

PAINTED ON FACE

DISCIPLINED RACE

A LOST CASE

A F***** WAIST

 

LAZY

DIRTY

IGNORANT

PITIFUL

PLAGED

MAN MADE

SOCIOLIZED

TRAUMATIZED

HOMELESS

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