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Greetings world! I once again apologize for the sporadic nature with which I write in this blog, I have so much going on in my head (and life) sometimes its hard to put it all into words. I promise I’ll try to do better. But today, I come bearing gifts in the form of poetry. I haven’t titled it yet, so I’m open to suggestions. Its a little outside of my normal flow, but I appreciate it when I can step outside of myself and produce great art. I hope you enjoy…

I am a sexual warrior
I dance with my sword in one hand
And my heart in the other
You are my Goddess
I kiss your neck, you suck my tongue
I touch your breast as you look into my eyes
You see me, feel me and taste me
I shall protect you, I am your king
We shall create a life together
Into you I go; slowly, softly
For you have given me your most sacred gift
Your love

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I’m looking for a woman who likes to be kissed in the rain more than in a bedroom or an expensive restaurant.
I want a woman who says,”Okay, but you owe me…”, not because she actually wants something, but because it means she gets to spend more time with me.
I have to be able to take her anywhere and we will have fun because it means we’re spending time together.
She has to be incredibly picky, and when she finds something she likes she never wants to let it go.
I want a woman who never forgets all the sweet little things I do for her because I’m liable to forget.
She must possess eternal optimism, she never gives up hope even when she tell others she has.
I want a woman who once she lets me into her heart, there’s always a place there with my name on it.
And even if we spend time apart, I want a woman who never forgets me.
I want a woman who loves to end a hug with a kiss.
She has to be intelligent & well-rounded, so I can talk to her about anything.
She has brag about me to all of her friends.
She must be willing to listen to me talk, even if I’m not talking about anything important.
I want a woman who loves it when I hug her for no apparent reason. And she loves it even more when I hug her from behind.
She has to love me for me, and doesn’t care what other people say about us.
She has to enjoy it when I introduce her to my friends as my lady.
I want a woman who loves the feeling when I take her by the hand without saying a word.
She must love it when I give her flowers for no apparent reason. And she’s willing to do the same! (Yes! Men like flowers, too!)
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A Letter To A Long Lost Love

This is another piece from my “Letters From the Heart” series. The title is pretty self explanatory. So here it goes…

My Dearest You Know Who,

I know I’m the last person you would ever wanna talk to
Since the way that we parted was kinda like World War 2
So I’m not really sure how or why I should say this to you
But I wanna tell you ‘bout some things that I’ve going through
Its been some time since we last spoke to each other
And since you walked out of my life, I haven’t found another
That comes close to making me feel the way that you do
That’s why I love you, even your ugly parts are beautiful
Since you’ve been gone, I spend my days alone
Daydreaming about when we shared a happy home
It kills me that I broke your heart and drove you away
If I could go back, I would do anything to get you to stay
But I can’t, so I’m left reminiscing about the past
Its like looking at faded pictures through broken glass
And I know that this is sound just a little crazy
But, for some reason I still carry the photo that you gave me
I guess it reminds me of all of the things that I’ve lost
Plus I don’t wanna repeat my mistakes, no matter the cost
And I’d be shocked if you thought about the time we shared
So the whole point of this letter is to tell you that I still care

Yours In A Past Life,
Me

Ego Trippin’ and You Know the Reason Why (Yeah, I Rewrote Nikki Giovanni. Sue Me…)

I swear to God, that’s the title. I wrote a series of poems that are rewrites of poems by some of my favorite writers and they all have a subtitle that’s similar to this one. Its my way of paying homage to those poets that graced this world before me, and hopefully, they’ll inspire somebody to go back and read the original piece. So without further adieu, here it is…

My mom gave birth to me in a tornado
My familial features inspired the Sphinx
I’m so fly, that when I walk in a room
Even the brightest star must bow
Yeah, I’m that bad

I sit on a throne and drink sweet nectar with Allah
When I’m hot, I start ice ages
I use monsoons to quench my thirst
My first love was Nefertiti
The tears she shed over our breakup formed the Nile
I am the original man

My piercing gaze burned down a forest and made the Sahara Desert
With a two-piece from Popeye’s and a bottle of Vitamin Water
I crossed it in under an hour
Like a gazelle, I’m so swift
I move too quick for you to see me

For a birthday present when I turned three
My mother gave me an elephant
I gave her Rome for Mother’s Day
Through me, her strength flows on

My brother Noah built an ark and I stood proudly at the helm
As we sailed on a soft summer’s day
I looked at my reflection on the water and saw Jesus
That’s why men intome my loving name and offer me all praises
For I am the one that saves

I grow diamonds in my backyard
Right next to the platinum
The trimmings from my beard are semi-precious jewels
On a trip up north, I caught a nasty flu
My runny nose gave oil to the world
I’m so fly, even my errors are correct
I flew east to head west and bless the world as I went
It’s that my fingerprints left gold on at least five continents

I’m so perfect, so divine, unbelievable yet so real
I can’t be comprehended without my expressed permission
Like I said, I’m fly
Just call me “Bird in the Sky”

Despicable Me (Inspired by Life and the Movie)

I wrote this while sitting in the movie theater, watching the movie with my best friend and her son.

Despicable, my rhyme style is inexplicable
My purpose is to make you posers miserable
Lyrical assassin, fire more shots than Neo
And all opposers, in my crosshairs is where they go
Diabolical, killer like Kutcher and Heigl
Its undeniable, my criminal mind’s unrivaled
I’m in the villain hall of fame, the greatest of all time
My heists are so great, I even stole this rhyme
So ruthless, like Boston without George Herman
With the rest of the world, I’m never conformin’
Be careful, my minions are in the millions
Just got started and I’m already worth billions
Lunar thief, the scourge of the galaxy
To sum up in two words, I’m despicably me

A Letter To My Unborn Child

I know what you’re thinking. “Is this the Love Jones poem from the other day? Finally.” No, it’s not. That’s proving to be a little more difficult than I anticipated, and I’m a bit of perfectionist. So I’m not going to consider it finished until I feel like it’s worthy of being read. Plus, its a love poem and its hard to write about love when I’m single and a little bitter. So I decided to post a poem from my series that’s titled “Letters From the Heart.” I think I’m going to post a few more pieces from this collection later on today. But back to this one. I was afraid to post this at first because I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the potential influx of comments or questions about it. Most people think that everything I write is written through my own perspective. While I do tend to borrow from my own life for most of my inspiration, I consider myself to be a pretty good (at times great) writer and the true mark of a great writer is the ability to tell a story from a point of view that isn’t his/her own. So, here it goes…

Dear Baby Girl or Baby Boy,

I’m writing this to tell you that you’ve filled my life with joy
Before you came along, I really thought I had it all
Was quick to hit the club or blow money in the mall
But now, when I’m in the mall, I see all the things I wanna get you
I love you more than life and I haven’t even met you
I spend my free time with my head on your mommy’s tummy
So now you know that the strange voice you’re hearing is only me
And I don’t care whether you are a boy or a girl
Just know that you’re my favorite person in the world

Love Always,
Your Dad

Aphrodite

I’m still working on the poem from the other night, but I just wanted to share another piece with the world. This is my newest piece. Its very near and dear to my heart, only a few people know why. I don’t plan on sharing those reasons, but I hope you enjoy reading the poem…

From heaven she was cast
My angel, my light
The goddess Aphrodite, sent to Earth to illuminate my path and provide warmth to my spirit
She came to me on a midsummer’s breeze
And delighted me with her beauty
I went to sleep with her essence on my lips and she danced her way through my dreams
When I had awoke, she had taken off with my heart and left my soul wanting more
So here I am, heart in her hands
My body and soul, willing followers of her every whim
I call her my pied piper
But she doesn’t lead me to destruction
Our destination is filled with seduction, eroticism and love
My Cherie amor, you’re not the first woman that I have adored
But I want you to be the last
And when you click the heels of your ruby slippers
I hope you say that there’s no place like me
Our love is your home, in my two arms you find shelter
And we shall ascend to the seventh level of our Father’s house
To live for eternity as man and wife
The goddess Aphrodite and me

Love Jones (Inspired by Life and the Movie)

This still isn’t the poem I started last night, that one is gonna take me a little longer than I orignally thought. But since I brought up the fact that Love Jones is my go-to inspiration, I decided to post this poem. I wrote this a few years ago. At the time, I was going through a rough break up and wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about it or how to deal with my feelings. Like everything else in my life, I knew I wanted to write about it. That always seems to be my release. But, I couldn’t get myself going. That’s when I started flipping through the channels and came across Love Jones. As I sat watched the movie, I noticed parallels between what was on the screen and what was in my heart. And that’s when this poem was conceived. As the story played out on screen, I wrote like a madman. There are aspects of the movie in this poem, as well as what I was going through. Hope you enjoy…

It was a Friday night; me and my boys were chilling in the club
I was just hanging out, having fun, not really looking for love
But then you walked past me
I was awe-struck; your jaw-dropping beauty had me straight stuck
You had me mesmerized by those gypsy eyes
And your slim waist that leads down to those dancer’s thighs
I coyly approached like huge fan does a movie star
Scared to speak like a kid asking mommy for a candy bar
“Excuse me,” I said and you turned ever so sweetly
Then I asked you these questions ever so meekly
“You probably get approached like this on a regular basis, huh?”
“And told how fine you are by countless faces, huh?
“Well, add my name to the list”
“Your level of fine is so high, just looking at you gives me a pain in my eye”
“Maybe we can continue this conversation at a later day and time”
And that’s we began our beautiful courtship

Now some time passes by and we doing what couples do
I’m learning you, you’re learning me, ain’t nothing new
But I can see in your face that something has changed
You tell you have to go out of town for a couple of days
What kind of fool do I look like?
You hop on a train and head back home
Thoughts of a man that’s not me swirl around in your dome
Out of town on business my ass
You went back to home to play around with the trash
Also known as your ex-boyfriend
But I’m stingy
I can’t stand that you want him instead of me
It’s driving me crazy
But when it comes to this love game, I ain’t lazy
Anything you can do, baby I can do it better
So I sit down and write her, not you, a love letter
By the time you come home, I’m long gone
And the way things went down is all wrong
That’s how I got caught up in this love jones

When we split, you said that I would regret it
But like a typical man, I tried to forget it
And now we’re in the midst of this 2 town 2 timing 2 step
Dying to run back to you but too scared to hurt my rep
I look around and see my friends in love and happy
Not long ago, I thought all this shit was sappy
But now I’m fiending for it
Feeling like a crack addict going cold turkey
And seeing you out with him truly hurts me
Now I’m wishing I could throw me back
To that exact spot where we found L-O-V-E at
Feel like all I do is lose now, when do I get to win one?
Asking the Holy Father how could he play his own son
Right now I’m left out in the rain; my own hands caused all this pain

I Am A Poet! (Parts 1-3)

This is not the piece(s) I was working on last night after I finished watching Love Jones. I’m still working on that. Hopefully, I can finish it some time today and post it for you guys to read. This is a series of poems I wrote last year in response to someone not believing that I was a poet because I “didn’t fit” their image of what a poet looked like. Needless to say, that completely pissed me off! Who decides what poet should or shouldn’t look like! So, I used that anger and this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy…

(Part 1)
I am a poet!
I’m the last frontier for freedom of expression
I’m like the North Star, giving lost souls a sense of direction
I am a poet!
I’m not here to save your soul from your wicked ways
I just rhyme words and have your neurons firing for 3 days
I am a poet!
This ain’t a hobby, its more like a way of life
Without it, I’d fall on my own sword, take my own life
I am a poet!
Whoever said a poet couldn’t have tremendous swag
I walk around with comp notebooks inside my Gucci bag!

(Part 2)
I am a poet!
My weapon of choice is my mouth or a pen
Step up and I’ll bring your life to a swift end
I am a poet!
I don’t do this here for glory or fame
But to show the world that we’re not the same
I am a poet!
Your vocabulary can’t compare to my vernacular
Everyday, I thank God for a gift so spectacular
I am a poet!
A poet is what a poet does
I rhyme words and do it just because
I am a poet!

(Part 3)
I am a poet!
I’m the new age version of the old school storyteller
I paint pictures with a pen like Norman Mailer
I am a poet!
Lyrical expression is my life, you treat it like a hobby
That’s why my talent’s on the top floor, yours is in the lobby
I am a poet!
My spirit is a part of this, that’s why I get spiritual
But I get my hymns from Him, so it’s not me but He that’s lyrical
I’m not a miracle, I’m a Heaven sent instrument because
I am a poet!

On This Day…

On this day, four years ago, the world lost a great man. His death wasn’t mourned by millions of adoring fans because he wasn’t a celebrity. His untimely departure from this world wasn’t mentioned in the local newspaper because he wasn’t a public figure. Most of you have probably never heard of him. And very few those of you that have, definitely didn’t know him. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m talking about my father; Mr. Willis Jerry Coleman, or “Chief” as he was known to those closest to him. Today marks the beginning of the fourth year that I’m not able to see my father’s face whenever I want, hear his voice anytime I need someone to talk to or partake of his wisdom. And it still hurts.

For those of you that aren’t completely familiar with my relationship with my dad, let me see if I can put it into words for you. He was my protector and my provider. My best friend and at times, my worst enemy. He was inspiration. My loudest cheerleader and and my biggest detractor. He was both my hero and my villain. He was the source of my courage and the face of my fear. He was my measuring stick, my shining example of what a real man was and shouldn’t be. He was the best man I’ll ever have the pleasure of knowing.

So, here I am, a 30 year old man and still a scared little boy in need of his daddy. I find myself defiantly living my life because he’s not here to do the same. I’m still seeking his apporval in some way, shape or form. There are times I swear I can hear him talking to me, guiding me as he had my whole life. Those are moments that bring contradicting tears to my eyes. The mere mention of his name has been known to send me all over the emotional spectrum, from complete joy to utter dispair.

I haven’t been to his grave since he passed away, I just can’t bring myself to do it. Everybody thinks its because I’m selfish or I don’t care. That’s so far from the truth. I care too much, the pain of him leaving is still too fresh. I can’t bring myself to come to grips with the fact that a giant could die. If God could take my father, who was the strongest person I ever knew, what hope do I have of surviving? The obvious answer is none. But, here I am. Still fighting, still surviving, still trying to find my way in the world without my fearless leader. And while it gets a little easier everyday, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the person I was before. There’s a void in my life, a whole in my spirit, that I can’t seem to fill or close.

And what bothers me the most is that my children (whenever I have some) won’t have the honor of knowing this man that meant so much to me. They’ll never have the opportunity to sit in his lap or play with him. They won’t be able to listen to him rattle off stories of his days as a bullrider. They won’t be able to partake of his immense body of knowledge about a seemingly endless amount of subjects.

Below are 2 poems I’ve written about my father. I hope you enjoy them…

Little black boy, brand new in the world
Unaware of danger, his small body still curled
His eyes open wide, pretty and brown
Taking in his first view of all that’s around
His mom holds him gently, his dad promises to teach
And swears to the newborn he’ll always be within reach
This is how life should begin
Free from worry, untouched by sin

Same black boy, trying to find his way in the world
Amidst crime, temptation, his friends, drugs and girls
His eyes are still open, though weary and bloodshot
He sits back some days and dreams of being a robot
But he’s not, so he clears his mind by writing some rhymes
He’s good at it and it helps him deal with his issues at times
His mom’s gone and his dad’s health is kinda failing him
The young boy would do anything to have happy days again

Young black man, all alone in the world
Everyone is gone, from his dad to his girl
He tries to close his eyes to forget the pain he’s dealing with
Everyone tells him “Its okay” but he really isn’t feeling it
How can you lose your mentor and best friend
Yet not feel like your world has come to an end
But he pushes on and tries to stay strong
‘Cause in the end he knows they’ll meet again
The little black boy and his dad

This is the second poem…

To the left, to the left
I’m packing everything that was yours in this box to my left
Now that you’re gone, the going’s getting tough
And since I’m all alone, they don’t think I’m tough enough
Everyone keeps talking mess about me, that’s fine
They’re too dumb to walk and talk that shit at the same time
Since I spend most of my time looking real sad
All the fake well-wishers are praying that I do bad
Staring me right in my face, telling me I am such a fool
And that I’ll never ever be a man like you
These bitches got me twisted
Because what they don’t know ’bout me
Is that you’re the one who raised me
And that’s what helps me sing
“With the help of God, I can do anything”

To the right, to the right
Your nickname takes up space on my arm in plain sight
Looking at it helps me to go on
And I still hear your voice, even though you’ve been gone
That’s something I bet y’all didn’t know
The spirit of my father is with me everywhere I go
Since I spend most of my time looking real sad
All the fake well-wishers are praying that I do bad
Staring me right in my face, telling me I am such a fool
And that I’ll never ever be a man like you
These bitches got me twisted
What I want y’all to know ’bout me
Since you spend so much time discussing me
Is that I’m a prince mourning my king
And now that he’s gone, I gotta do my thing

My whole life, you were my everything
Without you, I would be nothing
That’s why I wrote this poem for you
I still shed some tears for you
Nowadays, I barely sleep
‘Cause the truth of the matter is
Moving on ain’t easy
To the left, to the left
I remember packing all your stuff in the box on my left
To the right, to the right
Your nickname takes up space on my arm in plain sight
So I don’t want you to ever think that you are replaceable

That’s all I have for today. I hope this serves a reminder to tell the people that matter most in your life how much you love them, because you never know when they’ll be called away. Now, I gotta go clean my face, I’ve been crying the whole time that I’ve been writing this. Peace and love…

Rest In Peace Chief. I love you…