Raw.... Impressive... Righteous... ***

I saw you, and that raw
beauty that God
has bestowed in you.

The skin on your face,
shows me that God made you to be true

Because of the raw purity of life in you,

Eye candy does not give your appearance justice.

You have this look about you;
stark and powerfully impressive

With first look, I would think you were equally aggressive

BUT THEN, a sense of silence
your coy persona becomes more relative

If so I will never rob you of your innocence

WHAT IF God did decide to show face

It would only be a matter of time before appearing in the right place

And it would be YOU
 and all of God’s wonderful splendor
 but it would be YOU
that everything and everyone would try to embrace

With haste

Passionately gasping at your pure,
raw, stark,
powerfully impressive righteousness

"xpressurself"

My Poem ....... My Poetry....

I told God i needed a poem, and i explained what it was i needed

I spoke to him, and he spoke back, and as i wrote he i discovered he succeeded

word for word, line by line, my request for a poem came hard

the words that had been placed on paper, held me at high regard

and i saw my poem, and i love my poetry. as it stands center stage

i love how it talks shit to me, yet has a smile on the page

tickles the hell out of my ego, got me all analytical and shit

i be standing feeling all tingly as she flirts back to me and shit

that tune that i was given to me got me loving my poetry and shit

My poetry be feeding the hell out of my ego, i be feeling like a grown man and shit

I have been looking for a poem that flirts with my intellect,

never talking on the negative, but full of positive respect

When my pen hit the paper, my poetry offers to bring God into the equation

there is a wide range of possibilities when we include my Heavenly Father as part of our relation

My poetry be all up on Facebook, posting all the real

giving not a PHUCK about what another nigga or chic may feel

walls are being broken, and my poetry is ready to relax

she be all in my mind and heart, when she admits this is not usually how she reacts

my poetry be all about that "phuck that nothingassnigga shit, that dude really not down

she be feeling that love, feeling all mushy and shit when my pen be coming around

my poetry be feeding my ear and my soul and my heart be fluttering and shit feeling all alive

Lke John Legen say, my poetry be getting me " So High, So High"

yyyeeeaaaa, we be on some affectionate shit... "#dontjudgemedammit"

My poetry comes to see about me, when the pen is not always in motion

My poetry has always given me the "i got your back" notion

My poetry has come real with me, just as i have done

After God himself, i love my poetry, and she is 2nd to none

i wake up in the morning with pen and paper on my mind

pondering the next meeting place for me and my poetry to spend a little time

She is the only thing that seems like she has always held me down

it is just the two of us, against the world, we gonna always be down...

"xpressurself"

My Angel...... My Madea

As she lies on her bed of mercy, looking like a glow of extreme delight

Weakened by the many challenges of  life

With the wit of a superhero and the strength of a giant bull

Gravitating all in "MY" business, and me being a sucker resist to push or pull

she is asking me questions that I am not sure that I want to answer

but it harshly rushes through my mind as if I was a victim of cancer

Before I leave here, you made me a promise, you better keep
Now, you told me you would have a wife and a family, and that is what i wanna see
Yo mama keep telling me that you are always running the streets

Baby, take care of yourself,  how is your health, you better take your meds before you be in here with me

in and out of a light sleep she goes back and forth

and each time she opens her eyes, HERE SHE GOES with more

and i realize........
Ain’t nothing wrong with this woman, she has never detoured from this road she’s paved

There is no need to worry about what is going on with her, for this old woman is saved

She is doing better than all of us collectively, and she is a force to be dealt with

She went out again, but this time I will let her rest, I digress from her side with a kiss

Looking from the outside of the glass, I look at an angel indeed

An angel here upon the living, My angel is only resting indeed.

"xpressurself"