My Nubian Queen

A whirlwind of thoughts begin spiraling out of control...because she epitomizes the definition of my Nubian Queen...Her sultriness mixed with her intellectual remarks lights a spark which disseminates across the room like wild fire...My desire for her emanates from our candid conversations...From adolescence to our future agendas, she somehow wows me with her replies...My Nubian Queen is God's Gift...For she is the one whose enchanting voice echoes Love, Prosperity, and Peace...For she is the one who has my blood flowing, and has my face gushing with bliss...For she is the one who remotely defies the line of trust, and maintains the tightness of our circle...For she is...My Nubian Queen

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Applaud...no award...the man who never had an option...no medals, bikes to pedal, so he settled for adoption...no home, so he roam where ever his feet traveled...was a poet, very potent, so writing was where he dabbled...he would write until the pen dry...but when the pen died...tears streamed down the page...flooding all his words...life is dreary so he fear he might emerge...as a bird with a broken wing...with no nest to label home...so unrest consumes his day...he prays, he'll never stray any longer...but the longer he prays...praying comes to no avail...his tender dream becoming stale...youthful face becoming pale...love doesn't spark interest...no care for having infants...cuz who was there for him?...so why would he care from them?...because he wants to feel love...wants to instill love...wants to exude that love he was deprived from...only reason for believing where love was derived from...his love outgrew hate...his heart no longer spews hatred but love...this man is no longer giving grills as gifts, but hugs...

Hope

See I'm at a position where a physician isn't the answer...my only answer is having forlorn glances towards a sea of obscurity because I'm unsure when the next ray of hope will come...hope is simply a facade...a cop out...a way to provide stability towards the unstable...to ensure the ones who are unsure...why pursue hope in a world destitute of certainty?...such an incredulous act seems feasible in the minds of the pursuer...maybe I'm crazy for searching deep within myself for that glimmer of hope which could be the catalyst to my life...maybe I'm facetious for trying to establish such a feat...because this is the same kid who suffered from an identity crisis...his whole swag is frivolous...Chunky to Chunk sizzle to Sizzle to CL...the dude who entered withdrawals because his mindset wasn't in the same class as his peers...the dude whose fear of being neglected interfered with the logic of being accepted...yeah I'm that dude whose trying to find hope...

Addiction

My hands are moving profusely...my eyes widen...my nostrils flare...I stare blankly at the wall, dying in need...my last dose was a week ago...Tuesday to be exact...people claim I have a morbid mentality...an abstract understanding of reality...reality is merely vague in my eyes...because of addiction...addiction to what?...the usage of diction which livens my lackluster canvas...elusive imagery which presents itself in the form of Hughes and Baldwin...I mean my mind is engrossed in these tales...when words are injected into my soul...a plethora of things suddenly unfold...urges of wanting more...being exposed to more...when I'm exposed...I'm vibrant...I'm in my own planet...I revolve around words...then the unexpected occurs...my appointment to fulfill my addiction is delayed...suddenly I'm scared...frantically searching for a subject of poignant interest...nothing...I feel like I'm melting...my mind is as insipid as a person drug-free...somebody help me for if I don't get a dose I'm hopeless...addiction was the reason why I wrote this...