Trapped, but not by walls,
Fences, cages, cement or signs.
Like yourselves I’m a victim.
Victimized by the tyranny of time.
Trapped, but not by walls.
Kidnapped with each passing second,
Held against my will,
Murdered, and time was the...
They say conversation rules the nation,
So I’m going to take this time to allow myself proper preparation,
Seizing the opportunity avoiding all means of procrastination;
Approaching who may be my subject of with persistence, hard work and dedication,
By: Damion McDougland
Pen name: The Unknown Pen
Dedicated to: Every African American assassinated unjustly in Amerikkka
Paraplegic foot steps embracingly caress uncharted dimensions…
Masterly duplicating synchronized events…
‘I have a dream.’
Tell Me What You Think!
Tell me if you think...
You could win a war without a...
“Respect To You Before Anything”
When it comes to you, I be in deep
Thought, or outer space.
I get it, “Treat people, how you want
To be treated”?
Love can blind you, or it can clarify
Being still, I learn how to love myself....
I take my focus serious, due to focus being my energy, that very focus helped to define who I am today. I've gained an understanding of myself. I've set goals and promised to see them through until the end. I stand for what is positive. Join the fight...
Though time does always race the same for all,
Can we expect it to be always fair?
For with uneven hands the clocks display
As men are unevenly dealt their affairs.
To some, ticks leech away the sweet hours,
To some, the hours sweetly tick away,...
I’m here when you need me the most
I’m deep within the center of your heart
But million’s miles away to hold you close
You crave for my arms and beg for my touch
I’m the feeling of happiness and that feeling of rush
I am you ultimate aspiration, I am...
The Biscuit Giver
I sat on my front porch,
The concrete cool beneath me.
I curved my shoulders forward
And drew my gaze down
While holding out the biscuit.
After the dog’s incursions
Into our yard, my sitting
Aroused its curiosity; perhaps...
The 3 L's: (light, love and life) dedicated (freedom) from prison
Standing this near to you I catch a contact. Transmitted through the context of a consciousness on high. Looking at this world through a dilated third eye I no longer inner stand, in life, light and love...
Imagine after a long day of work
Strong hands massaging your shoulders,
Caressing you down.
Steamy. Hot bubble bath waiting for you to dip inside
Back rubs, feet massages
Slow wet kisses creeping up your spine
A man who's willing to listen as you speak...
Another man down, Latino and black on black crimes.
Hearses riding, preachers preaching, mothers crying
Father's nowhere to be found-
Strapped with pistols
Swearing vengeance for every comrade that died.
It was those who came before me
That paved the way
Giving me this opportunity to write poetry today-
I thank you.
For every African Man, Woman, and Child
Who fought and died for my sake
Because if you I have the freedoms that I have today-
Why are we so blind that we can't see
That if we are divided we will fall in defeat
Evil powers are on the rise
Waiting on every corner for our demise
Country men of every race
Put aside your differences today
Stand together firm in faith
Do I really need a diamond to make you mine forever?
Or will my love suffice? Without a thing can
we start planning together and hope
everything will turn out right. They say all
we need is love, and we’ll last, But
maybe they spoke too soon...
If I were to discover the burgundy in your eyes, would that be the road to an unconditional influence of possibilities?
Should such chemistry ignite a world of wisdom, a life of knowledge or another volume of fire?
See, of course Eye am hungry…
Even know which ingredients...
Snow On The Rose
I’m a rose that grows
Through the cold of snow
Inside the veins that flow
In the depths of the Earth that’s low
Beneath the skins of our bodies will show
Our true natures glow...
Do you know sometimes I dream of you at night?
To be able to feel your sadness is never alright.
Maybe no one seems to understand that your dreams are nightmares.
Going through different doors of your life where no one cares.
All you wanted was someone who knew...
Even though you haven't met me yet, truth is I'm yours, soon to be….waiting for our moments together, till the very end….day by day I dream of it.
Preparing for the moment I have you. Hoping I could fill every good thing in your life to meet all your expectations. Because my...
We all came from the stars, and we rose from the dust
we taught each other hatred, and different forms of lust
Creating perfection, must have taken time
your dreams and ideas are unique to mine
but our opinions, can make us blind
Our personal perceptions,...
By Rodney A. Warndahl
He lights a candle in the window
To guide his lady’s way home;
Had her stocking hung
Since Thanksgiving was done,
There for when she walks thru the door…
He wrapped her present after it first snowed,
Wrote “For you...
I committed a crime and caused great pain.
I’ll grow old in this with this darkness, it will never be the same,
Running from the memory of your name.
I promise I loved you, I didn’t mean to betray.
Give me liberty or give me death / When the only way up the ladder of success / Gotta contribute to this epidemic – mass imprisonment / Which is mostly Black and Brown / Where we keep this up we’re be extinct / Freedom of speech and equality / Yea, yea - well who the hell are you to judge...
“Advertising in it’s highest flight exerts itself and monetize it’s might”.
J’aime le gateau.
Paul Andrew Rouse
If no one can
see my tears do they
still count? if my heart
skips like kids often do,
does that mean I’m in
love? if my past
could speak, would it tell
my future, if fairy tales
were true, would love’s
kiss awaken me? if...
A beautiful person is someone who gives so much to others. A beautiful person is someone who is helpful and caring in every situation. A beautiful person is someone who takes time to listen. A beautiful person is someone who makes another feel special and important. A beautiful person is someone...
From your filthy dream
In your filthy bed
With your filthy arm around me
And your filthy seeds dead-dry between my thighs
Like every morning;
And found a tune
Fit to whirl a dervish to....
“Crazy thoughts…has anyone seriously tried to compose a song using a William Shakespearean sonnet – and not as a gaffe?”
Paul Andrew Rouse
How many times must my life come undone?
How many years must I be alone?
As I stand beneath the fires of an unforgiving sun.
I’ve danced with fallen angels.
I’ve forsaken all of my dreams.
I’ve let the demons render my soul with all their needful things.
When you don’t know what you should do or where to turn
If you are nervous, uptight and your stomach churns;
Take a step back and think things through
I am going to tell you what you should do.
See if the decision is born out of love or hate