tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436918104545367422024-03-05T09:48:41.680-05:00The Rhythms In A Poets ThoughtsA place where you can find the best of me...through my poetry. Welcome to a PEEK into my world..
POETICALLY SPOKEN aka S-CENTSPOETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-3847650963317494382011-03-15T01:00:00.001-04:002011-03-15T01:02:59.020-04:00MY WORDS ARE DYING INSIDEmy words are dying inside..<br />
each syllable cries..<br />
with fire in their eyes.<br />
no longer able to speak..<br />
see..<br />
or hear..<br />
the praises..<br />
or their own beauty..<br />
was unmasked by pain..<br />
patterns were ripped up..<br />
each fiber was unraveled...<br />
with stitchings of webs...<br />
and anger.<br />
dark cynical humor..<br />
discounted comedic..<br />
stand ups..<br />
that were performed..<br />
on bright stages..<br />
for the world..<br />
to witness..<br />
each layer..<br />
of skin..<br />
was peeled back..<br />
by broken..<br />
cracked promises..<br />
that felt feeling no remorse..<br />
for their contributions..<br />
to the woeful plights..<br />
of each scribing..<br />
scribbled..<br />
on each line.<br />
<br />
i examine the meanings..<br />
the descriptions..<br />
the purpose..<br />
behind..their prose..<br />
just to find something..<br />
disheartening..<br />
within..the confinements..<br />
of decomposed walls..<br />
and broken souls.<br />
no longer emotional..<br />
just numb and transculent..<br />
with thorns..<br />
that tightly wrapped...<br />
around..<br />
it's body..<br />
each curve..<br />
each point...<br />
the strength..<br />
that's now weakening..<br />
pronunciations..distorted..<br />
dialogue..contorted..<br />
and imagery stained.<br />
<br />
<br />
once upon a time..<br />
they roamed free...<br />
shameless...<br />
worn with an unbreakable...<br />
shield..<br />
infused with an alluring..mist..<br />
that blossomed..eloquently..<br />
into thunderous..<br />
passion.<br />
effortlessly..they fought the toughest storms..<br />
under torn umbrellas..<br />
able to fill in the blanks...<br />
where empty spaces..lie<br />
and where hearts remained lit..<br />
with soothing traces..<br />
of love..<br />
and admiration..<br />
but sadly enough...<br />
crawling upon..<br />
deaths door..<br />
were my words...<br />
that breathe..<br />
no more<br />
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved © S-cents aka Poetically SpokenPOETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-18536642736113011212011-03-10T23:28:00.008-05:002011-03-10T23:36:41.159-05:00LET ME<center><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SPDBUrkZMAk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></center></iframe>POETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-59638550131041049072011-03-02T21:47:00.002-05:002011-03-02T21:47:58.743-05:00UNKNOWN ARTWORK<b>framed artwork...<br />
hung from..<br />
sweaty walls...<br />
captivating her earth...<br />
to become one...<br />
from the beats...<br />
of his masterpiece.<br />
she be the paint...<br />
in a can of liquidized pastels..<br />
and he...<br />
the fiery colors...<br />
that stained...<br />
and swelled...<br />
rearranging...<br />
a calmness...<br />
to spill out..<br />
wildly..<br />
across the universe...<br />
with sentimental touches...<br />
pinned up emotions..<br />
that landed in his arms..<br />
and wrapped around her lap.<br />
<br />
they slapped...<br />
miles of stories...<br />
against the rising of the sunsets..<br />
brightening the darkened spot..<br />
where narrators once lived...<br />
marinating in memories...<br />
wishing to be that wall...<br />
of framed artwork...<br />
once again<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved © 2011 S-cents aka POETICALLY SPOKEN</b>POETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-31881802384810193572011-03-02T15:03:00.000-05:002011-03-02T15:03:32.548-05:00CHOCOLATE VALENTINE<b>from day one this seed of togetherness grew<br />
blossomed into colorful arrangements...<br />
of caramel floods...<br />
chocolate truffles...<br />
and explosive nuts.<br />
we explored life...<br />
as we did...our fruit...<br />
taking long..hand-held talks...<br />
underneath the sun lit moon...<br />
just dancing with the stars..<br />
setting a mood...<br />
temperature hot...<br />
completely up to par...<br />
for what was to become...<br />
of me..and you.<br />
<br />
<br />
love ignited some sparks...<br />
many a nights we shared promising locks...<br />
of a committed future...<br />
even with the challenges..<br />
that took a moment to overcome...<br />
because at times life...was a congested mess...<br />
conflicted beats...within the chest....<br />
you took no breaks...to rest your weary feet...<br />
gunning aimlessly...down many 'a lanes...<br />
just to find some piece of serenity..<br />
to this 'love junky' of a game.<br />
<br />
<br />
you found me....<br />
when i too...was lost...<br />
roaming down those mean streets...<br />
aimlessly...<br />
in search for that divine love....<br />
that divine partner...that was...constructed..<br />
and stuffed with..<br />
a tastiness..that was beyond sweetness...<br />
not on a different chapter...<br />
he is on the same page..<br />
tryin' to steal....center stage...<br />
with all that mastering..<br />
crafting...maticulously..<br />
wanting to spread wings..<br />
making room...for our spirits...<br />
to soar..freeeeeeeely...<br />
from within..<br />
<br />
<br />
you are my life...<br />
my beautiful king...<br />
who loves keepin' me satisfied...UL-TIMATE-LY.<br />
this love..is like a box of chocolates...<br />
addicitively..<br />
unpredictable...<br />
especially...<br />
when you dive in...<br />
to my cream...<br />
numbing...to the tongue...<br />
soothing to the belly...<br />
warming to the heart..<br />
nothing else....can stop this..<br />
man of mine...<br />
from continuing..<br />
to be my...<br />
chocolate coated<br />
favorite...<br />
valentine...<br />
not even the lonely...<br />
whenever..<br />
we're...<br />
apart..<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved © 2011 S-cents aka POETICALLY SPOKEN</b>POETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-75276648474371663072011-03-02T14:30:00.003-05:002011-03-02T14:58:44.666-05:00FLAMINGO BLUES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLmbsp4QzSk2qVi3hOgwCw7wbcafl0yK1iJTZVSP9veiGj81L05PH1e9mpeWhkqepXkLB3re9EPRqzaki4nfvtgMnRu520vfZFPS9Qi3GBwHeGoQSngXKwORJNOj1P7uh1M1dwzPmBWDM/s1600/ebonyanger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="338" width="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLmbsp4QzSk2qVi3hOgwCw7wbcafl0yK1iJTZVSP9veiGj81L05PH1e9mpeWhkqepXkLB3re9EPRqzaki4nfvtgMnRu520vfZFPS9Qi3GBwHeGoQSngXKwORJNOj1P7uh1M1dwzPmBWDM/s400/ebonyanger.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<b><br />
she was trapped<br />
between the legs<br />
and arms of traffic jams<br />
that forced introverted splendor<br />
upon the trails of her birth rights<br />
she tangoed with trumpets<br />
and harmonicas<br />
that screached music<br />
into the night<br />
inhaling polluted..air<br />
from the breaths<br />
of demonic whistles<br />
blowing decay<br />
in and out<br />
banging on keys<br />
of piano blues<br />
sombreros non existent<br />
unwanted penetrations<br />
stealing joy at the roots<br />
they drug highlights<br />
of busy skies<br />
into the darkness<br />
that fell upon<br />
a lonely vacancy<br />
with raised limbs<br />
of rage<br />
and left her stamped<br />
with a long awaited<br />
expiration date.<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />
<b>submerged within the cornerstones..<br />
of your foundation..<br />
i lay here..<br />
swallowing the appetites...<br />
of your mental massages..<br />
just to feel the serenity..<br />
in its divine relief..<br />
a sparkling love..<br />
that chills...<br />
on ice.<br />
<br />
<br />
we moan erogenous ad libs..<br />
into the winds of summer..<br />
during the dead of winters..<br />
where empty wooded debris.<br />
is laced with chapped lips...<br />
creating kisses of warmth...<br />
to become the softest bliss.<br />
and this...<br />
is when we find solace..<br />
comfort..<br />
in the midst..<br />
of it all.<br />
<br />
<br />
supremacy..<br />
greets us..<br />
with opened arms..<br />
while the regal horns..<br />
scream out..<br />
'wake up calls'..<br />
into our..<br />
hypnotic state..<br />
of being..<br />
infusing us..<br />
to march..<br />
gracefully..<br />
to the rhythms..<br />
of light..<br />
as a king..<br />
and queen.<br />
<br />
<br />
we see colors..<br />
of red..and yellow skies..<br />
blue forests'..<br />
and green waters..<br />
from an introverted..<br />
microscopic view.<br />
<br />
we swam..<br />
in stolen encounters..<br />
where nature slipped...<br />
from our hands..<br />
and into..<br />
the palms..<br />
of togetherness.<br />
<br />
<br />
botanical scents..<br />
performed beautiful showcases...<br />
with the sweetest fragrances..<br />
as our moods blossomed...<br />
into amazing...<br />
and we danced..<br />
in sync..<br />
to the waves..<br />
of sound...<br />
brushing melting paints..<br />
against intricate colors..<br />
that ignited art..<br />
tenaciously...<br />
so to burn...<br />
ever so slowly..<br />
upon a weeping...<br />
easel.<br />
<br />
<br />
until we meet again..<br />
i will yearn..<br />
to be..<br />
submerged within the cornerstones..<br />
of your foundation..<br />
needing to lay there..<br />
swallowing the appetites...<br />
of your mental massages.<br />
<br />
<br />
this tastes like serenity..<br />
the colors signifies...<br />
sacredness<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved © 2011 S-cents aka POETICALLY SPOKEN</b>POETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-23178239862964669562011-03-02T11:55:00.004-05:002011-03-02T12:04:13.754-05:00BEAUTY AND HER BEAST<b>she is privy...<br />
to the events that seems to seep...<br />
into small cracks..<br />
causing the blood to boil..<br />
then rumble...<br />
from hidden slaps...<br />
across ones face and..<br />
ones ego..<br />
ones imagination...<br />
forming sensual words...<br />
that dances across...<br />
these pages.<br />
she reaches high for answers....<br />
to the poetically hidden bliss...<br />
realizing that life will be congested...<br />
with all types of tests...<br />
and..<br />
hidden meanings...<br />
that reflects on...<br />
caked up laughter..<br />
of disastrous morning after's.<br />
beating hearts...<br />
make it last longer...<br />
even tho' the soul continues to burn..<br />
while lustful driven bodies...<br />
will only last...short term.<br />
we are in search for..<br />
something more...<br />
to cure...<br />
the loneliness<br />
that curves the thoughts to adjust <br />
to the poison that lurks...<br />
in the crazy caged up mazes....<br />
of taintedly fantasized baits.<br />
all and all<br />
it still tastes <br />
so bitterly sweet...<br />
this fulfilling addictive treat...<br />
consists of...a BEAUTY<br />
and..<br />
her BEAST</b><br />
<b><br />
All Rights Reserved © 2011 S-cents aka POETICALLY SPOKEN</b>POETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-4679635031519481022011-02-25T12:50:00.000-05:002011-02-25T12:50:03.432-05:00MAGIC<b>at this moment..<br />
i realized...<br />
what lillies and daffodils felt like...<br />
in fields of dreams.<br />
how deep the southern meadows ran..<br />
where ancestors spirits run free.<br />
i could taste honey...<br />
in the morning dew..<br />
feel the deep baritones..<br />
that makes the lakes...<br />
quiver..<br />
changing niagra falls...<br />
into stormy rivers...<br />
shaping your sea of love...<br />
to become a bio...for bayous..<br />
or how your magic could...<br />
cover the moon...<br />
with a fullness.<br />
be the eclipse that's...<br />
landscaping hours...with..<br />
a sunlight...<br />
that sparks up cloudy skies...<br />
like a 4th of july..<br />
festivity.<br />
these thunderous..<br />
moments grow...<br />
by the minute...<br />
while spilling out...<br />
and draping...<br />
moods...<br />
with...<br />
a ring...<br />
of soft rhythms...<br />
and painted thoughts..<br />
of picasso styled..<br />
imagery...<br />
</b><br />
<b><br />
All Rights Reserved © 2011 S-cents aka POETICALLY SPOKEN<i></i></b>POETICALLY SPOKENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203046171856962732noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243691810454536742.post-25833837942151031922011-01-06T20:59:00.001-05:002011-03-02T14:35:00.308-05:00CAN U HEAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhfl7HLIDrWYSg9gMkBH62SjyUVbu9aD-NMKn-2WmURolqYmkzqLiXk6GQeQSAZgCP_oMOuLmstj3hV4kVArdETYt1f_3tecweb6KFU53RmcVLmx4u0paGoHB2KpvCJyRYvmTqq3oSsf9/s1600/crying-eye1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhfl7HLIDrWYSg9gMkBH62SjyUVbu9aD-NMKn-2WmURolqYmkzqLiXk6GQeQSAZgCP_oMOuLmstj3hV4kVArdETYt1f_3tecweb6KFU53RmcVLmx4u0paGoHB2KpvCJyRYvmTqq3oSsf9/s400/crying-eye1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>pain...seeps through these walls..</b><br />
<b>of reasonings...</b><br />
<b>trying to find a place...</b><br />
<b>to hide...</b><br />
<b>linger...</b><br />
<b>and fester..</b><br />
<b>somewhere inviting...</b><br />
<b>like in a cold heart...</b><br />
<b>broken ones..</b><br />
<b>or the empty..</b><br />
<b>rain continues to fall..</b><br />
<b>like my spirit...that's now surrounded ..</b><br />
<b>by cracked walls..</b><br />
<b>and a mist that fogs up the thoughts..</b><br />
<b>that were once soothing..</b><br />
<b>now turned bitter..</b><br />
<b>unsure...and full..with fury..</b><br />
<b>from the senseless acts...</b><br />
<b>of others..</b><br />
<b>just here..now..</b><br />
<b>pondering..</b><br />
<b>on the next phase...</b><br />
<b>to this thing called life..</b><br />
<b>looking for a glimpse of hope..</b><br />
<b>in between the cloudy perceptions..</b><br />
<b>that mingle..with the darkness..</b><br />
<b>that seems to burn..forever..in me..</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>guide me..</b><br />
<b>hold me..</b><br />
<b>carry..some of this weight..</b><br />
<b>for i can feel myself willingly..falling..</b><br />
<b>deeper..</b><br />
<b>deeper..</b><br />
<b>into a clump of clay..</b><br />
<b>molded by breaths that were stolen...</b><br />
<b>beats..that are frozen..and distorted..</b><br />
<b>so still..that i..can hardly feel..</b><br />
<b>myself breathe...</b><br />
<br />
<b>their wickedness...suffocates..</b><br />
<b>each cry..</b><b>i try..to let escape..</b><br />
<b>alone..</b><b>buried..</b><b>in the dirt..</b><br />
<b>from their feet...</b><br />
<b>just weary..</b><br />
<b>as my soul walks..in the shadows...</b><br />
<b>of death..</b><b>lifeless..</b><br />
<b>like a zombie..</b><br />
<b>awaiting..</b><br />
<b>something..</b><br />
<b>anything..</b><br />
<b>to pull me..</b><br />
<b>from the clutches..</b><br />
<b>that..held me captive..</b><br />
<b>and please...trust..</b><br />
<b>for so long..</b><br />
<b>i've wanted to believe..</b><b>in HE..</b><br />
<b>but i am so afraid..now</b><br />
<b>for HE..has taken many precious things from me</b><br />
<b>i feel cheated..</b><br />
<b>defeated..</b><br />
<b>just speechless..</b><br />
<b>wondering..</b><br />
<b>why..</b><br />
<b>why..</b><br />
<b>why me GOD, Allah, Jah..</b><br />
<b>why..</b><br />
<b>why...did you bless me..with happiness..</b><br />
<b>and then...taketh away..</b><br />
<b>leaving me lost..</b><br />
<b>scorned..</b><br />
<b>beat down...</b><br />
<b>worn..</b><br />
<b>alone...</b><br />
<b>taunted..</b><br />
<b>by the hurt</b><br />
<b>the bruises..</b><br />
<b>the memories...</b><br />
<b>that seems to have no limit..</b><br />
<b>these days..</b><br />
<br />
<b>this is a voice that's pleading..</b><br />
<b>speaking out for those beings..</b><br />
<b>who can't speak..</b><b>freely..</b><br />
<b>for they feel imprisoned..</b><br />
<b>behind their own eyes..</b><br />
<b>somebody elses lies..</b><br />
<b>and all the trickery..</b><br />
<br />
<b>so i come to you..</b><br />
<b>and speak..</b><br />
<b>for them....</b><br />
<br />
<b>can u hear me...</b><br />
<b>crying out..</b><br />
<b>maybe u can u feel my ink...</b><br />
<b>as it </b><b>drips with the insane..</b><br />
<b>tainted pictures...</b><br />
<b>and stained words..</b><br />
<b>that were...</b><br />
<b>written..in..pain..</b><br />
<b>yet..spoken...</b><br />
<br />
<b>poetically... </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
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