She is the definition of me or I her,
She is not condemned by the Society around her,
and I count my lucky stars I found her,
she is warm and humble, around her my words seem to stumble and crumble,
and so all I have left are sentences of syllables and bent up phrases I love all her pretty faces,
she’s beautiful
LL Poetry 2014 ©
Different people in different places, waiting
trying to be patient
Because the end has awaken
Molecules of lies and bent truths make this mass of deceit,
Nations scream defeat,
Crying with hands swinging at their sides,
All we can do is try and hide the bodies sacrificed,
Paying for days and endless nights for our corrupted ‘Freedom’,
Freedom?
Freedom is not what I predicted it’s conflicted,
Filled with laws that rape
Our so-called “natural rights”
They put tape to our mouths and lower the clouds in front of our unknowing eyes,
Blind with muffled words
I dare to speak.
With emotion in my speech
I will NEVER scream defeat.
LLP 2014 ©
I’m a pretty fly guy,
So you could say “Hi guy”,
I like to keep it groovy, tye-dye,
Could I invest my time?
Could we meet up for a Mai Tai?
Could we wine-dine, and bling pow for shine-time when we in the lime light,
When the times right?
LLP2013 ©
You ain’t got to prove it to me,
I read you mentally,
I ain’t saying that you were meant for me,
Or we were meant to be,
But I see something moving along gradually and hopefully,
We could try it,
Ain’t no rushing,
But we grown,
Show me how you do it all on your own,
Put Patron in the mix,
Feeling the fuck out of this,
Can’t get enough out of this,
And we feeling the vibe,
Taking our time,
I’m taking in her shine,
While she watch my grind,
I fend for mine,
I’m chemically designed to put you back in your right state of mind,
If you could catch my drift,
Or read my lips,
Let’s dip,
Hit the motel 6,
Then I’ll tell my hommies how I had all of this
Lex P. Poetry 2013 ©
You are what you are, but I see what you be.
I’m blinded and it’s hectic,
But somewhere I accept it,
This less than perfect, picture perfect, grass not so greener.. scenery.
Lex P. Poetry 2013 ©
Love this.
