Decadent, Destructive Treat

As cold as you are, as plain as they’ve been, the bud of a rose with no thorns on the stem

A desirous lust, I’m ashamed to discuss

You’ve destroyed men before but I’m different, of course

Just making it known, you’re in charge here, remember?

You’re so earthly, majestic, a volcanic figure

I’m hoping to spark up a flame from your embers

Not to burn down a village, but to build one instead

The brush must be cleared, though, before we begin

The useless and withering,

dead and the dying

Awaken from slumber, a change in the air

Refrained, without care

refusing to share,

a comment or goal

such a treat to control

A barter of sorts, for those seeking to enter

an eye for an eye and a soul for a soul

Inspired by the Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Treat

Featured Artwork by Melita Safran

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reservations @ 24 O’Clock

The strongest element of our acquaintanceship, are these reservations… these insecurities and intimidation. The sheer amount of patience or persistence, to even get here in the first place.

I don’t really know you, I just know of you. From the times I had seen you in passing, on campus. A silent fan of your entire ambiance, I managed to speak. A greeting indeed, yet too bleak for remembrance.

I licked my lips said “Hey” it was all I could muster. Stupid fool, too cool for a true approach… I turn around, for a quick glance, I’m still dying to know you. I could ask your homegirl, but she wants to be you. See she plots to usurp the attention, I render.

Ever met someone first? And then met their friends next? And then wish circumstances, were switched? Well I have and I do, not ashamed to admit, that I wish you were the one that I knew.

Your natural twists, flourish through my abyss of desire and tangle my soul. I have wished to be words, far more than a kiss just to float over your tongue and soft, lovely lips.

To be considered, at least, a contender for sheets, you would share with another instead. Pillow talk til morning, then embark on our journeys, we’ll do it again the next night.

I hope that you’ll read this and know that it’s you. The reservations I have, are suited much better as dinner for two.

Inspired by Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Reservations

Almost There

Almost out of gas.

‘Fuck. I should have stopped’

I was almost there though,I figured I could make it.

I knew I should’ve stopped and refilled…

Today I ran out

of, fucks, to give that is.

I almost did the right thing.

Would’ve been way too obvious though so, I did the wrong thing.

I almost succeeded until I failed.

I’m appreciative of all learning experiences the only problem is, it’s almost like I don’t learn

I’m just experiencing.

Inspired by Daily Post Prompt – Almost

Love & Loyalty

Two of the ancient pillars of civilization are love & loyalty. Over the years, in my life, I’ve seen both crumble and left in ruins. However, in some small pockets, they continue to exist.

It was about a year ago when I got a phone call from a high school friend. He told me he was getting married & asked if I would be his best man. As each year has passed, I’ve seen the number of weddings I attend increase, but he was the first of my true homies to make the leap. And I jumped at the opportunity to be there to support him.

It means a lot to be invited to anyone’s wedding, simply as a guest, but to be apart of the ceremony is an entirely different honor. I couldn’t help but question, why me? We hadn’t seen one another in years, hell, we don’t even live in the same city anymore. We’d both gone off to college, made new friends, he’d even joined a Greek organization. So why me? Honestly, I still have no idea, but it meant the world to me.

I didn’t meet his bride until the day before the wedding, at rehearsal and I instantly could tell she was an amazing person. She was cool as a fan and her presence emitted positivity and jubilation. I instantly felt a calm come over myself, seeing how the bride and groom to be interacted with one another. The rest of the rehearsal & night only continued to strengthen my happiness for the broski.

The day of the wedding came and everything went off without a hitch. There was a sense of relief in the room we’d all settled into after the ceremony. Bottles of liquor were being opened, Snapchat videos were being recorded, it was becoming a party. After taking more snaps, we headed over to the reception hall to really turn up. Some of the groomsman were late, due to a pit stop at the liquor store. It was all love.

During the bride & groom’s first dance that everything sort of came together for me. This was a REAL LOVE they share, as genuine of one as I’ve seen in my generation’s era. And this was a LOYAL friend, to allow me to be apart of this special day, a day neither of us will soon forget. Watching them inspired me and gave me hope for my own future. It was a reminder of what can be and I do not take the example they set lightly.

So bro, to you & your bride, thank you again for allowing me to be apart of your wedding day. Thank you for asking me to be your best man. And thank you for the reminder, that I need to get MY shit together!

4 Your Eyez Only

Nobody died around me lately. The city’s been heating up but my circle stays cool, mostly. It’s hard though, trying to do the right thing and stay out-of-the-way. I logged onto Facebook the other day, I know somebody who knew somebody that was killed. And another somebody who knew somebody did it. Both sides of the story, right in front of my eyez. One real nigga and one bitch nigga, depending on who you ask… the roles reverse. Both families, attempting to preserve their loved one’s legacy in the court of public opinion. In all actuality, the only thing that occurred was each post serving as an accelerant to the opposing side.

Mediators posting subliminal statuses about what may or may not have occurred. Speculation turned into acceptance and acceptance into anger/hatred. And I just watched. And would do the same again, if I had a 2nd chance. Why? Because I scrolled through the feed of the victim and the accused…

That confirmed the shit I learned in the streets was true
That real niggas don’t speak when they beef with you
They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo
And if a real nigga hungry he gon’ eat your food

J Cole – 4 Your Eyez Only

One page, for months leading up to the events… full of fight reposts and “real nigga” status updates about “fucking other niggas bitches” amongst other things. The overwhelming insolence was but the buds of a more deeply rooted problem. Maybe he was a product of his environment or more likely, a victim of the circumstances within that environment.

The other page, as silent after the murder as before. Nothing but spam posts, for years leading up to what occurred. The dude definitely had the means to be more active on Facebook, yet he chose to separate. Right, wrong or indifferent he completely immersed himself and remained committed to the streets in every aspect. He was dedicated to the omerta lifestyle.

From what I’ve seen afterwards, I don’t see an end or resolution in sight. The people who’ve chosen certain paths, will lead to similar, unavoidable destinations. Their family members will speak of how great they were. The truth hidden amongst an intertwined web of grayish, mixed, black and white reality.  The cycle will continue to repeat itself. My only hope is, for our childrens’ sakes, myself & my homies can avoid being on either side.

See world, you’re no good.

Defense Tactics

I do not pray for my enemies.

I besiege their walls & wait for their downfall.

I will not love those, who do not love me.

I remember and will not forgive the lies until you’ve returned my wasted time.

Even still,

I bear no ill will,

But I won’t forgive,

I’ll just pretend.. the way you did.