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TITLE (EDIT)
The Blueprint Of A Poet... |
DESCRIPTION
A collection of verse.
[1,483 words] |
AUTHOR
Tracy Plumb |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
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[June 2000] |
The Blueprint Of A Poet...
Tracy Plumb
picture this...
in one of those 10x13
urban dreams.....that turn nightmare
when cars flee from the scene
silver bullets over broadway
i still make my way
to my bed
where my lady rubs my migraine filled head
and nightmares that flow from new growth
in my hair
where i hear beethoven stroking dark melodies
in my ears and i find that i love his work
while i jerk
love's hot lotion from me
like a fig
i want you to suck my words down
like a forty
spray paint my lines on a building
raping it's ugliness
with new beauty
so everyone
under the sun
can picture this.......
1000 miles later...
time and confusion
inner twined
to trap thoughts
circling my mind
a journey that has
been full of love
yet pain
the very root
inflicted with
cavities
and hell at 1000 degrees
can't burn me
like my losses
they tell me that footprints
in the sand
is when God grabbed
my unworthy hands
and carried me....i only question myself as to where
i'm going 1000 miles later.....
one more night...
tonight
tomorrow
the two of us
should be together
together like the
clouds in the sky
like two birds heading south
when they fly
tonight i want to
touch you like a teasing
nightgown and drape myself
all over you
i want to taste
you
in every phase
be the moonlight kissing
your angelic face
i'd like to enter
your hidden dreams
envade your
private thoughts of me
hold you like
thoughts in my mind
while sliding down
rainbows eluding time
slowly
let my words
fill you
with more pleasure
filled nights
plus love bites
love's gripes
and all of it's fights
let me feel you up
fill you up
give me one more night.......
this situation ain't accidental...
man i'm asking you
why so many Black folks poor and blue?
under these states that don't represent u
pain and poverty
go hand in hand
the whole world is crooked
take a look at this dirty hand
that i've been dealt
times evil has definitely been felt
how do i fight for this country with pride
when the gov't executes secret genocides?
it doesn't matter if you're poor or rich
America is still the pimp of the century
and all of us are being played for it's bitch
can't understand how i'm not even fully
out the womb
and i already face certain doom
a seed that is forced to grow corrupt
and with the growth of prison inmate rates
i'll show you how a free seed becomes stuck
in the system...in the machine
in the face of ripped and shredded
dreams
but this situation and accidental
know what i mean?
what i feel....what he makes me feel...
when i hold him and i absorb all of his heat
and he takes mine, i feel as if i'm pregnant
to a degree of overwhelming love
he protects me, as i rock
him
as i take in veteran well seasoned breaths
and he the rookie learning to breathe
for the first time outside of nirvana
i feel like an incubator
when he and i share time locked together
as he lies across my
chest
even his scream substitutes for music
in my parental virgin ears
and every sigh and every tear he cries
reminds me of the secret paradise
hidden within my heart, soul for him
that's what i feel
what he makes me feel.......
ride or die?
somebody asked me if i
wanted to ride or die?
i surprised him with my answer
i said let's cruise the fire
or lowride to the sky
for real what we riding for?
maybe to solicit a hoe
America the diseased whore
fucking everybody out their green
and dreams of milk and honey
floating in greedy, saliva filled streams
so tell me
where's the first stop,
before we get pulled over in clean rides
by dirty cops?
and then they wonder why at 25
so many young brothers' like myself
aren't afraid to die
because we were born out of tough love
and wed lock
where the womb
was a temporary cage preparing me for my
cell block
and knowing this.....even this very night
a young brother will choose to ride or die
and he'll live or lose
his life......
watching you... reading me...
watching you reading me
gets me off like a passenger
at her private stop
or like light switches
playing hide'n'go seek in the dark
i can't explain
the oceans of emotions
that wave over me
and my thoughts when i watcht you
smile from behind my pages
you have placed me
inside of you
the hunter, the rapist
of the mind
my new prey caught in rhyme
you laugh me, you hate me, you breathe me
i have become an extension of you
as i watch
you
reading me.......
enter the symphony...
come to me like the breeze
kissing the gentle sea
the secret melodies of it's mysteries released
the sands of time catching up to infinity
where in your eyes i'm caught in divinity
can you see me?
a sailor lost on the mighty blue
swimming my way to you
my heart's but a wave
you are no longer a mere fantasy
now that i'm caught in a dance
where my heart beats for two
with waves gently kissing my hair
like morning dew
as i drown in the orchestrated
ensemble of you........
to all the girl's i've loved before
(thank you willie nelson and julio iglesias)
to all the girl's i've loved before
to all the one's who never felt my amore
turned me into their private whore
the one's that broke my heart
and left me in pieces
like cheap art
you know.....to all the one's
that took my money hostage
and spent my emotions like wet dollars
and i'm laughing
so tell me now...all the girl's i've loved before
who are you reading?
and
who are you really loving
now?
who would have thought?
i'd be lying between your legs
rubbing my fingers through every blade
of your hair
rubbing your face
paradise in every taste
of your body
me calling you honey
with my head coming
closer to yours for a kiss
then like the wind whispering songs
in your ears...i tickle your heart
who would have thought after the forbidden
dance we shared
that we'd be lying on this
cloud
with no fears
holding each other near?
it came to pass...
this Christmas brought
snow and gifts from the north
candycanes hanging playfully
from freshly trimmed pine trees
gifts that pay attention to order
sit silently underneath
while dancing lights shine on the beauty
of each bow
by the window
then i thought about who i wasn't buying a gift
for
or for that matter
who i wouldn't be kissing
near the fireplace, exchanging gifts
then enters new year's
for like Christmas
that thought of you,
it came to pass.......
gazing...
i sit back and view you while you sleep
how the moonlight dares to glow off
your face
a masterpiece or better yet a symphony
rushes to my mind as i stare at you sleeping
i question, how do angels sleep
without breaking their wings'?
so peaceful is your rest that i can't even
hear you exhale
a statue of perfection, a model of beauty you are
looking at you finally brings me to where
the rainbow ends
my pot of gold in you i've found
your skin has the complexion of sunset
as you sink further into slumber
how i long to wake you, to touch you
yet i fear God will take this moment
in paradise away
i wonder,
if i'm dreaming or if i'm even alive?
for i've never been this close to heaven
while gazing at an angel through my tear filled eyes.......
one of kevin's untitled title's...
i needed more of her time
to pay for this painful crime
of loving her, loving her to much
or to little
what happens now that my mind can't rest
now that i have failed
this test?
while swimming towards progress
i regress
thinking thoughts of you
and wondering what
to do
when faced with losing you........
un-able-2-name...
beautiful are your naked
eyes
that surpass the many
stars
that
have
that will
forever decorate
the evening sky
that voice
that smile
that flow
so deep within my soul
your beauty
the pure anecdote
for my
solitude
i find
everyday, that i live
that it is your beauty
your existence
that softly kisses
the fresh
first breaths
i take
every morning i awake
and this feeling
surpasses love
and it is un-able-2-name.........
jerry springer
the rain teased my window pane
while i sat watching t.v. thinking of you
three forty five in the morning
while yawning and touching my private
it was so late
by the phone i wait
can't stop thinking about your last
hug and kiss
the love i miss
damn the lightning is getting sharp
and i'm sitting here in the dark
trying to mend my torn heart
loving you is the norm
i think i'll go to sleep
rest a little bit and
watch jerry springer
in the morning
while i wait for you....
my block...
yeah, i heard it all
as the body fell to the ground
stray bullets hit the wall
a whole block scattered
when the glass shattered
the tires tried to warn us...with all of their screams
urban dreams turn nightmare
when car's flee from the scene
when the car came around the curb
not a word was heard
a drive-by like a silent film
it was dawn...or was it sunset?
i forget
but i know it was red
the liquid that drains
when the rat-a-tatt-tatt reigns
the lights on the car were dim
why now? why him?
i can't focus through these tears
although i have no fears
except growing up...time still ticking on my clock
and hell is one street over
from my block.........
3:55am
listening to
the darkness
figuring
that this is the only time
that earth is utopia
i can hear
the silent
whispers of the fish
swimming in their private ocean
while i fall deeper
into this portrait of darkness
where the most abstract
disturbing sound i hear
amongst chirping grasshoppers
humming fish tanks, and hanging plants
belongs to you
the angel
that i am
borrowing.....
mama...
ain't to many women around
who can keep my feet on solid
ground
and when it seems there's nothing
else i can do
i can always get the truth
when i run to you
a loving hug is all i need
and what better pair of arms can hold on to me?
i'm just tired of all the games
the endless pain
i just want happiness and love
once again
until i find the right one
your love will have to do
for there is no greater love
than the one i get
from you
believe this mama, i love you
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2000 Tracy Plumb |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
June 2000 |
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