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Kelly Trotman Girl Gone Wild! Tired of the lies tired of stress tired of bullshit when will it rest. Everyday it's something new call me telling me about shit you didn't do. Why do you feel you need to impress you lie about your looks and how you dress.
A Child’s Pain! Stressed compressed years of pain and suffering began to rain. In my head complete despair thinking that this life is so unfair, up and down my emotions go steaming heat from head to toe... Aggravation, anger, the epitome of joy being strung like a yo-yo: a selfless toy. Why should a child have to go through this? A temporary roof ,a temporary bed... not knowing where to lay her head. Today here tomorrow there...now tell me if you think this life is fair !
You sleep with different men all the time, you say you get money but you never have a dime. You don't even know the identity of the father of your child that's what happens when a girl goes wild. You talk about your friends family too stab them in the back use them and your through. But when you're gone you're never far away because no matter how hard you try nothing goes your way . You always get burned you always get used and then you want to turn to the people you've bruised but no one is there to dry your tears You've hurt to many people over the years so now your alone with all your dirt. now you know how it feels to hurt Maybe now you'll grow up stop acting like a child ... This is what happens when a girl goes wild!!!
Bridges
Kerry B. AROMA
Her smell carried the aroma of intimacy. So I inhale...every part of her being Fulfilling my lungs, so she became me. Respirating as she gyrates through my veins I became a new man. Her memories playing in my mind As if we were playing a new version Of head games. Membranes going insane For even when she's away It's within me she stays. As I breathe....her Trying not to have a deep sigh For her essence, vaporized Left me hypnotized as if I..was high. For even as she stands in front of me As a platter ready for me to devour I want to take second, minutes, hours Just to inhale the scent of her womanly flower. Kissing her two lips while smelling her tulip For a true kiss would keep me rooted On this Earth...humbled. My heart beats to her rhythm To keep me from being blue Acoustic melodies playing on heartstrings Playing our love's symphony with clarity As I breathe...her. Delicious gases of sensuality Had transformed my mentality To the point where I lost the touch of reality. When we make love, her scent Awakens the beast within me Unleashing the animal waiting to feed On its prey. She lays...waiting to embrace so even my worst Can be like Lebron's J and fadeaway Her moans and sighs ringing in my ear this night For I became alive As I breathe...her.
AROMA
It's easy to burn bridges with the fires Burning within your heart. Eyes blood red from tears shed, Thanks to mistakes of would-be friends Or family...wondering to yourself how to get revenge Yet is it vengeance that would null the pain that Follows you like an unwanted shadow? Are we not mortal? Imperfect specimens Who strive for perfection Yet we all have a tendency of inconsistency but if we do it with enough frequency The sounds of inefficiency will ring across The empty halls of one's heart. We shy away from what hurt us. Yet sometimes it is part of God's purpose Certain people are in life for only a season, While others are there forever. So we must be careful in performing permanent deeds With temporary people and situations. Disappointment is defined as displeasure cursed by The nonfulfillment of one's hopes/expectations There's been situations where people in your life Just didn't make it to where you expected. So should you neglect them, Disconnect...no matter their intentions Even if they put their best foot forward? That's your decision, but division doesn't Always solve the problem in this position. Focus your vision holistically And see if the ignition of the flames Burning within your heart are of the event Of disappointment, not the person disappointing you. For every bridge in your path Does not have a troll waiting to block you from your journey. Some are actually part of it. A necessary piece to this unsolved puzzle of destiny Now let it be known that some pain and hurt that you own Are what helps you to become strong and grow. So...what are you going to do... If the disappointments in your life... Was because of you? What will you do...if you have the trigger to blow up Bridges to disfigure any figure that carry the shadows to Hinder you? Are you willing to push the button... Or are you willing to forgive? The choice is up to you...to cross that bridge.
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Lost The sun shone for 10 years And then the shadows invaded Her smile was there But it was changed Her mind young and articulated But it was clouded She was lost to all Yet nobody looked Her pain cloaked In ponytails and tennis shoes Her anger shields her heart Her terror transcendent of her nightmares Into her waking reality Day in Day out Breathe in Breathe out STOP!!! {Insert pain here} Grow older Grow wiser Hide the infestation With witty retorts And sly conversation Never let them see you sweat, they say Never let them in The sun shone for 10 years She was lost to all
Kristi McGee
I met your mind first Sensual thoughts put on paper Embossed with liquid fire My cortex singed with subliminal messages of promised release Reading your lines Peeking through the windows of your soul Finding inspiration in your angst Finding solace in your pain Finding desire in your determination Your life printed before me Watching you manifest in black and white Wondering who broke your heart What marked your spirit In awe I watch you...I listen You stand before me speaking the words I've read so often Now they take on another dimension There is a new energy to every line Substance to every pause Watching your lips form the art that is now second skin to me Your voice caresses my inner sanctum I see your soul exposed and open to interpretation Your ink red from the blood of loss, love, and, life Your ink found me....
I'm loving this poet
Neville Hiatt Just once I've dreamed of hearing you say it since the first moment we met Wondering what it would take to release that sound from your mouth Where would we be when your throat finally made that offering to my ears Would I be close enough to feel your breath on me as your lips parted Would my heart skip a beat as the inflection in your voice melts the synapses of my brain Will I hear it a second time straight away or will u leave me wondering Just once, I want to feel you say it just once.
'To the son I never knew' How do you mourn a son you never knew how do you count the candles you never blew how do you know you love a white Christmas when you've never seen the snow so many memories that were only ever dreams so many thoughts that will never be shared I sit surrounded by all these flowers and say your name aloud but it falls on deaf ears I never got to hold your hand, or create artworks with you in the sand I never got to teach you how to kick the ball, or watch you get up after your first fall I sit in this field of flowers and trace your name etched into the rock and wonder how different my life would have been would I have lived with your mum, would I have been a great dad so many questions that will never be answered you'd be 12 today, yet here you lay 12 years I could have spent calming your fears 12 years I've spent drying my tears so many memories that were only ever dreams so many dreams that never got to be memories love dad...
Milissa Yelverton Temptation You draw me. When I'd thought to remain without, I am brought to a current I'd run to with all my might. Drawn....to the border of forbidden territory, and there.... As pleasant as can be, you My forbidden fruit. My senses quicken, and I hide myself like a child. While thoughts of forbidden textures, sounds, and smells delicately caress my mind. I close my eyes and smile a while. Afraid to move, I watch the sun rise damp with dew. My skin? My skin wearing beads like rose petals. Though my body is weary, I am not. My core aches so deeply with desire for you. I dare not move, but beg the song of the morning, to hide me, and plead my cause. You see...I fear your taste. The taste of forbidden fruit, and shut my eyes tightly. Waves of want wash over me, again and again. Wishing me to concede. My desire does not wane, so I remain motionless. Should I taste you and be damned? Or with integrity, endure my regret as my hunger causes me pain? Shall I bear your reflection and happily eat? No. I remain motionless as the morning mist is chased away by the sun.... I breathe in my grace... Then....you draw me...in.
Plastic Bag Living out of a plastic bag, trying to forget as I take a drag from its contents.
I chase My plastic bag has no frilly things or Lace. But within lies a special Place to rest, my memories of Regret.
Wanting to alter my conscience, cause nothing in my world seems to make sense.
Those strong loud things so Hard to forget.
Loving hallucinogenic dreams where nothing is what it really seems to be.
Man, the heavier I am The heavier my bag seems to get.
So I don't have to explain what I Mean, and my pleading screams are...
As it drags behind me. Wish I could Hide it so no one could find me.
Suddenly urned into laughter, cause Tranquility is what I'm after.
Wandering aimlessly my arms are weak From dragging this bag all night
Got Worn out feet still trying to capture Some dream that I used to see As if it Were some silly thing to be put on And tied up with shoestrings.
Without any sleep. Looking for a place To rest my head, bet you thought I meant mess up head My plastic bag holds everything I have From my happy moments, to the ones that make me sad... But I aint mad, but aint going back to what I had So I put myself in this bag....That I drag...
Little Brothers It’s quiet now The firestorm has died down But it still doesn’t change a thing My little brothers are gone Taken before they had a chance to grow One because of a hoodie The other because of music By fine up standing citizens We don’t know what they might have been Doctor, lawyer, president Pimp pusher criminal But their choice was taken away One sits in jail wondering how The other gets himself in trouble Yet 2 young men are gone Sitting by the hand of the father Little brothers you won’t be forgotten I’ll keep your flames burning I’ll keep you in the safest place I know In my heart. And in my mind. Rest well my brothers.
Anthony Arnold
Forced My Hands Out~! Forced my hand out see I’m just a kid trying to get by in the Neighborhood wondering will I make it to see myself as grown up hum wonder? You forced me to grow up to soon living out here on these streets dealing with the dealer's and so call ladies standing on street corner trying to make it home.
Rosalind Cherry
Most of the times it feel like I was just all alone in this here world. Broken glasses needles on the ground where a junkie was passing it around in a crowd looking all mess up so I got me a dog still inside as I'm looking mean still scared kid. I hear the fires of gun blast here it comes again I better get down and duck tired of running me and my pet this life get on my nerve still I have even begin to live as of yet. Strange man asking me do you want to go for a
ride have to leave your dog behind I just get so very scared there I go running. I got to worry about bullies trying to take everything from every body tired of them picking on me in the streets wish they leave me alone. To little to have a gun don't want to go to jail they say it's cool I'm not no fool be labeled as a punk if I don't follow up with the wrong crowd. Some times we hardly making at home see that worried look in my Mom eyes followed up with tears Daddy lost his job telling us to leave him alone really need right now. I wish we were rich whole family pack it all up fast and quick never have to worry any more about nothing. Force My Hands Out~! Tired seeing all the bad things going on around me I hope me and my dog and yes most of all family just make it though get out of here.
WHO KILLED JESUS? Who killed Tupac? Who killed Biggie? Y’all know who killed ‘emWhich one of us? Your criminal scienceOpen up cold cases Might as well askWho killed Jesus? There’s his mother now “Lookin’ good, mama!” She says: “Get thee behind me, Satan” SometimesNiggas are their own worst enemy Kill me nowJust for showin’ you the mirror Who killed Jesus? Could’ve been his brother The men who can’t be GodGet jealous Who killed Malcolm? You know what I’m sayin’ You beat your womanAnd claim to love your brother? Your baby’s mamaNeed money while you was in prison SometimesThe Devil is a pimp Times are hardBut we had more loveWhen we were poor All we had was each other Don’t get it twistedWe all want better He don’t steal heartsYou sold it, remember? I must confessSometimes my lustFor tits-n-assMake me lose my mind Mama raised me better Why’d she have to die I’m beggin’ you sister-
Help me save my soul Who killed Jesus? Fuck the police! It’s only us here Money’s on the table Ghetto law saysSnitches get stitches But I ain’t tellin’ The people wanna know Some women don’t careWho they bring home Sleep with this oneAnd wait for the next Who killed Jesus? Solve this crime Don’t hate the playerHate the game that made him Brothers are dyin’And sisters fightOver the few that’s left While the killer runs loose
Aquarius Khan
WILLIAM WASHINGTON Author William Washington, aka "Words of William", is a New York City "Street Preacher"/Counselor/Poet/Spoken Word Artist/ Motivational Speaker�. He is a dedicated father of 3. He came from a broken home, never knowing his father. Educationally, he possesses only a G.E.D, yet his mind has always been that of a learned man. The sickness, and emotional scars he suffered throughout his early years, made him guarded, and insecure! He is the oldest of 5 brothers, so he had to wear a "mask" void of fear. It was inside, that he shed his tears. Writing this offering was his therapy, his cry for help! No! You've never seen, "King Negast" cry! I pray. "THE NIGGER CHRONICLES" explains why.
Kim: How long have you been a part of the industry/business? WW: 3 years as a "paid" performer. Kim: How did you get your start? WW: Greg Hill lead bass singer of "The Delfonics Revue", saw me perform at The De ja Vu Bookstore in Spanish Harlem, and offered me the opportunity to open up for their featured Mother's Day Show, 3 years ago. Kim: If you will, give me one pro and one con you have found in this industry. WW: A "pro" of the industry is the financial gain. A "con" is the constant struggle to be relevant and sought after.
Kim: Has this always been a lifelong dream or something that happened unexpectedly? WW: This has always been my lifelong dream. Kim: With whom have you had the pleasure of working? WW: Greg Hill & The Delfonics Revue, SugarBear lead singer of the Blue Notes, Abiodune of The Last Poets, The Last Poets, Poets: Nathan Pearson, Papoleto Melendez, Maria Aponte, as well as Lyrical Whitfield, and Verbal Artisan.
Kim: People see the glitz and glamour, but how hard is the work? WW: The work is extremely hard, but by working hard at your trade you create the "Glitz and Glamour"! Kim: If you weren't doing what you do, what do you think would be your chosen profession? WW: Law Enforcement. Kim: Who and what inspires you? WW: I'm inspired by the unfair treatment of a people, I write to alleviate my pain & sorrow. Empowering my people inspires me!
Kim: What is your advice to anyone trying to succeed in this industry? WW: Stay true to your core beliefs! Never give in to criticism. Persevere at all cost! Kim: Any words of encouragement or shout outs you would like to add? WW: Believe in God (if you're a believer).. Believe in yourself as you would want others to believe in you...
The Wondrous
WILLIAM WASHINGTON Available on Amazon.com
2014 NPA NOMINEE FOR Poetry Author of the Year Spoken Word Artist of the Year
VOTING RESUMES ON NPA SITE JUNE 20-JULY 20