The Package Called You

By: KB    6.18.14

Eternally grateful for

Love

Compassion

Empathy

Joy

Passion

Desire

Sex appeal

All in the package called Y-O-U

I Am

By: KB       1.7.2013

I am

The tears cried in the night to wash away the undeclared pain

I am

The words trapped in a broken heart and carved upon a damaged soul

I am

The balm

I am

The healer

I am

The way, the truth and the light

Look to me and I will set things right

Come In

By: KB      ©      1.12.2013

Come in

An invitation to comfort

Come in

Encompassing walls

Come in

Wrapped in a velvet throw

Come in

The warmth of the embers

Come in

Mesmerized by the heat

Come in

Afterglow 

Addicted

By Kb 11.6.13

Like a petulant child

I want, what I want, when I want it

No curb, limitation or boundaries for my appetite.

Desires, dreams and cravings

Pushing and pulling me to my demise

Love is one hell of a drug

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

By :KB 10.19.18

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When a few days after I was born you went behind my mother’s back and changed my name with little regard for my mother or me

A foreshadowing of things to come

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When you NEVER contributed a dime to my wellbeing as a child and would only show up to things that involved me to stroke your ego

Narcissistic parenting

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When you beat my mother unmercifully not caring that your 3 children were in the house hearing and seeing it

It’s how I learned nursing from a nurse

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When in the aftermath of the violence you would disappear to go live with one of your other women with little regard for anyone’s wellbeing knowing good and damn well that my mother could not go to work battered

It’s how I learned to budget knowing there were going to be lean days from missed work

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

Knowing that my mother purchased all the groceries without any input from you and you would sit and fill your belly. When the food was gone you would come home with a steak and eat it in front of your kids knowing that there were only rice and beans or eggs and potatoes in our bellies; after eating your fill of steak you’d offer us the gravy.

It’s how I learned to diet and deny myself.

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When you’d call the house and say you wanted to do something with the kids and we’d be dressed in our finest only to sit all day waiting for you to never show up. AND YOU LIVED IN THE DAMN HOUSE!

It’s how I learned to deal with disappointment

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When you did decide to show up, your idea of an outing was for you children to sit in a bar with you watching you drink and talk to other women.

It’s how I gained street smarts and got up on game.

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When you told me that only ho’s sat at the bar but that’s all I ever saw you talking to

It’s how I learned you were financially inept in dealing with coochie currency, both of you were trade

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When you discovered I excelled in sports in high school and some of your friends began to murmur that I might be gay and your response was to loudly ask “Ain’t it about time for your pipes to start leaking?’

This is how and when I learned of misogyny

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When your propensity for violence was cause for my mother to leave the home that she paid with the death benefit from her parents, only to have you sell it and keep the majority of the money

That’s when I knew there were no MEN on your side of the family

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

When 20 years after your death I spoke to a child from your second marriage who told me how wonderful you were while her brother shared stories similar to my own.

It’s how I came to understand Stockholm Syndrome

You Got Me F$%#ed UP

Because you died without ever feeling the need to tell the story of how You Got F$%#ed UP!

You died without knowing that I am gay and I am and everyone I know and love are ok with it.

You died without ever seeing how your delusional sense of self righteousness and importance made your son a carbon copy of you but your daughters rose up to be strong women that would never be a victim to a man like you.

You died without seeing how all of your poor qualities were noted and reversed in that I uplift, extol sisters because without them none of this poem could come to fruition.

You died without seeing that you taught me what not to do and that your ill ways taught me to edify and exhort my love interest letting her know she is my queen

You died without ever knowing or seeing me let EVERY individual I come in contact with KNOW that they are loved, respected and have worth…..

ALL THE THINGS YOU WERE INCAPABLE OF SHARING OR GIVING ARE WHAT MAKES ME WHO I AM

So I guess I really should be thanking you

Because You Got Me F$%#ed UP

True

BY: KB 5.19.18

To truly love someone

Is to…know the feelings in the unspoken words

To truly love someone

Is to…capture the storm in tears and see the rainbow

To truly love someone

Is to…be a gardener planting the seed and cultivating joy

To truly love someone

Is to….know their success is a mutual success

To truly love someone

Is to…dream in tandem

STRONG FRAGILITY

BY: KB 1.30.18

I knew from our first in depth conversation

That she was going to be important to me

She came across as strong and independent

Wise and kind with an abundance of dainty

The more we got to know one another

The stronger my attraction grew

This amazingly resilient and beautiful queen

Damn I’ve just got I’ve just got to know you

The more we talked

The more I got to hear and see

That you possessed a special balance of strong fragility

Soul’s Choice

BY: KB 6.15.18

I heard your heart

I cried out to me

Like the sirens in mythology

I saw my reflection in your eyes

Reflecting my resurrection

Bring me forth from the death I’d previously died

I heard love in your voice

I fell hard

My soul had no choice

Sweet Release

By: KB 1/2013

Birth - release

Exhale – release

Anger – release

Fight - release

Flight – release

Sex – release

Death – Rebirth….sweet release

A Pretty Face

By: KB     1.7.2013

Prince said it best “You need another lover like you need a hole in your head…”

The last sister you hooked up with,

Cut you up, hollowed you out mentally and emotionally

The sister left you for dead

A pelt of your former self emerged

Damaged, angry and on the verge of catching a case

Remember this sh—

The next time you fall for a pretty face

Always

BY: KB  9.14.16

J. Cole sang

“Love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves”

Love is never loud or boastful

Love comes from strength and an individual knowledge of self

Love is a glue that constantly holds a commitment

Telling you it’s this person and no one else

Love is that ever active verb

That keeps me drawn to you

The act of loving is never wrong

Love sees no malice, it is blind

But love never forgets what God gave

That’s why you’re always on my mind

All

BY: KB 7.12.16

She is omniscient

Seeing into situations and creating a way to make things work

But often depleted by her deeds

She is omnipotent

Her inner strength defies logic

Seeming un-phased and unbroken by life

If she hurts she never shares her pain

She seeks a silent refuge in an attempt to heal

She is omnipresent

Always in my thoughts

I seek to heal her with my energy

Her wellbeing, my primary concern

Accordingly

BY: KB    10.29.16

My spirituality and my sexuality

Cannot be compartmentalized

They are both very much a part of me

I have fully embraced them both in my life

I live and let them be

My spirituality embraces God

Each and every day

I try to live my life to please Him

Guided by His ways

My sexuality is same gender loving

Some try to tell me I live in sin

I refer them back to my spirituality

I am made in the image of Him

I cannot live my life to please other people

I have to live with and for me

Referring back to my spirituality

I strive to live my life accordingly

A Sweet Night’s Rest

BY: KB  9.27.16

I bathe in your stare

I am clothed in your words

I find solace and comfort in your kiss

If you should ever go away these are the things that I will miss

Your arms are a fortress against the world

Your chest is my place to rest my weary head

I cannot go out to face the world today

I’d rather stay here with you in bed

Made Sense

BY: KB 3.22.18

I was lost in the maze

Of meaningless prattle inside my head

And then came you

And all the words came together

In the form of a love poem

And suddenly life made sense

About Him

By: KB 1.2.18

I searched for love

I found God

I studied God

I was blessed to meet you

In you

I found what God was trying to teach me

About Him

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Gospel Mercenary

By: KB © 10.30.14

Is it mission or mercenary?

You can’t tell me that God is not for me

Are you saying what you saying out of care?

Or do you have me caught in your cross-hairs?

I’m just asking if you have the gospel to impart.

Or you’re just aiming for the heart?

Are you seeking to enlighten me?

or to preach a word of misery

Tell me how many souls have you won

When you preach behind a hateful gun?

Good Poetry Rhymes – a night at a slam

By: KB ©10.13.14

I was introduced

And I started my little spiel

I was really full of myself

Making the audience feel

I dig the beat and tempo of a good rhyming poem

The lilt, the words, the way it flows

I often break into song….

Give me a word! Anybody! And I will make it dance

ORANGE !!!

Screw you

Earthly Heaven

By: KB 9.5.14

I know of a spiritual heaven

I was told about it since I was able to hear

But did you know there is an Earthly heaven

That God saw fit to provide

It’s in the form of lifelong love

Deep and expansive, wide

He clearly stated that it’s not good for man to be alone

So he paired each heart with a mate to make a happy home

He also said blessed is the man who finds a wife

Making provision for a happy life

So, please shine light on my Master’s plan

So I can enjoy my remaining years walking hand in hand

Birthed

By kb 8.15.14

Storms gather just beneath my brow

And my eyes produced the torrential rains

The downpour reached my heart

And helped to soothe the pains

The hurt and pain from all the years

Were gently washed away

With you I am born again

Birthed this very day

The labor began when I gazed into your eyes

The storm clouds parted, the sun shone bright and I could see clear skies

You took my hand with tenderness

Touch that erased all fear

A healing in all of this

A process oh so dear

Exhaustipated

By: KB © 10.19.14

up late

(too tired to really give a shit)

up late

waiting for an idea to come

until then I'll just sit

I feel my eyelids grow heavy

I stay up late

sit and wait

birthing and nursing an idea

up late

my head begins to bob

I wouldn't trade the creative process

poetry is my job

Definition Of A Kiss

By KB: 8.19.14

A kiss can best be described as the lips of two people meeting…

But when there’s passion and physical connection

It transforms into two souls greeting

Greeting in heart, body and mind

Two souls that capture a magical bliss

I dig the second definition of a kiss

Boldly

By kb 8.14.14

Love is what created the universe

Love is the reason we are here

Love holds the infinite together

Love is what we want but yet we fear

Giving our anything to another

Exposing our vulnerabilities

Will they see me any different?

or will they draw close to me

God so loved the world

That He gave His only Son

Created us for company

So, I’m asking are you the one

My rib, my partner, my counterpart

To have and to hold

Asking you to be all that if I may be so bold

A Walk In The Sun

by KB 8.10.14

You are a walk in the sun

arms that hold and warm me

hope in a love that's begun

blooms that reach thee

beauty unfolds, stories untold

colors that erupt in the rays

turning my darkness to days

You are a walk in the sun

The Boss

By: kb 6.17.14

Giving direction like a drill sergeant

Got my attention

Very specific

Hanging me in suspension

While giving very direct instruction

I see you naked in vulnerability

All that there is sexy as hell to me

Young Brother

BY: KB  7/31/18

Young brother

I want you to know that I respect you

There are far too many old folks harpin’ on

What you should say, what you should be and what you should do

I’m not blind

I got mad love and respect for your determination and your grind

I feel you young brother

I see how much you care

Helping your mother,

Doing your share

It’s amazing to me how such a young brother

Searches his heart and assumes responsibilities

Albeit not always perfectly

Sometimes causing worry

But you try

In my book

Young brother you have to know

That makes you

One helluva guy!

Simpin’

By : KB 1.27.13

Invisible and transparent until you need

Like a simp he comes running…knight on white steed

To ply the wallet, you say thanks

Always looking past him

looking for the next best thing, the next granted deed

 He embraces the hollow gratitude when in his mind he’s saying

“Bitch your attitude stanks!”

Autocorrect

BY:KB  8.5.18

Throw my damn phone

Yes, I’m fissin’ to

That bitch autocorrect

is saying things I didn’t Nintendo

I’ so mad

I just can’t tell ya

Autocorrect is my worst enema

If that’s not bad enough

I’m starting to really hate my phone

Not only am I constantly be rewritten

The return texts have a funky tone

Like, I can’t talk right now I’m at work

“I’ll knock you up” when I’m done

OH SNAP!!!

Hit you up!

All the damn embarrassment

The person on the other end is laughing hard

Like they don’t know what I meant

Then I have to apologize

But I know what text I sent

Throw my phone

Yes, I’m fissin’ to

I can’t stop apologizing for crazy texts

If I don’t have it

It will fix the problem

I don’t have to take this shit!!!

Cheap Toilet Paper Doth Mock Me

By: KB © 10.30.14

Cheap toilet paper doth mock me

A jester on a roll

I spin and tear from the roll

I cannot seem to grab a sheet that’s whole

Cheap toilet paper doth mock me

I must be content to render to my a** confetti

I roll and roll tearing away

It breaks off into 1 ply

I’m sitting so long

I swear I can hear my a** sigh

I’m sitting in the stall of discontent

If I stay here any longer they’ll charge my a** rent

Cheap toilet paper doth mock me

Remember the toilet paper commercial of the past?

“It’s too good to be toilet tissue”

I need some of that stuff to resolve this issue

Gimme some of that stuff to wipe my a**

Left/ breakup / divorce

By KB 2.26.2013

Crumpled paper blowing like tumbleweed

Voices echoes in the hall

Discarded moving boxes and bubble wrap

Your voice and laughter just a faint ghost call

Memories linger waiting to die

You left with no goodbye at all.

Yo, Can I Holla?

By ©kb 2005

I mean like damn girl

I gotta know where you going and can I go?

I mean damn girl I’ve been watchin’ you and I like yo’ flow….

I mean damn girl

Can I walk with you

I ain’t like the other fools who try to talk to you.

See, they just talking crazy tryin’ to get you in bed…

I’m the type of person that wants to get in yo head and make mental love..

Love on a real that comes from above

Droppin’ word and rhymes that touch your soul

Cause I’m the type person that wants you to know

 that I seek love for a long term goal

I mean damn girl

Sanctified

By kb ©  2005

I’m into you,

no not just for the day

I’m not the type of individual to hit the sheets and play

I’m into you,

‘cause if we’re here….you’re part of my DNA

No, don’t get me  wrong

I like my fun, but I ain’t one to just hit and run

Nope, that just ain’t me

‘cause if we make it to the sheets

I’m talkin’ longevity.

I know I’m special

And sex is a gift from up above

So who am I to question God about this thing called love

I am designed in his image

Scripture says, fearlessly, wondrously made

I’m into you long term….because a child of God just doesn’t get laid

The Sweetest Kiss

By kb ©2005

A singer stated that the sweetest kiss she’s ever known

Was a kiss on her collar bone

Whoever wrote that was dead wrong

The sweetest kiss that I’ve ever known

Is one that’s planted on a pleasure zone

Reciprocated with a delicate moan

Parting wings and diving in

placing my lips on that soft skin

sweet taste of love I drink you in

stroking caressing

diving deep

I kiss I touch to reach that peak

Loves moisture from an internal sea

raging waters

passions rip tides

just for me

The sweetest kiss that I’ve ever known

Is one that’s planted on a pleasure zone

Reciprocated with a delicate moan

In My Dream

By kb ©2005

You come 2 me inside my head

For now this is better than any bed

Living in my fantasy

Because here I know you belong 2 me

Sexual desire, virtual reality

Making love completely free

Partial commitments, emotional baggage gone

Passion played out , sing love’s sweet song

Bedtime Prayer

BY: KB   4.28.16

You mentally embrace me and a hundred stars fill the night
Every time you share your thoughts
I feel my heart take flight
your heart, soul and spirit are truly a rare find

I thank the lord for all you give (if only in my mind)...

I offer up these words to God to show how much I care

words of love, caring and concern.....my hearts silent prayer..

Cum Moan Honey

By kb© 2005

Cum moan honey

Let me know

I’m working you right

I’ve touched your soul

excavating hidden gold

Cum moan honey

Say my name

It’s a way to proclaim

Your luv and passion

 then I’ll know there’s satisfaction

Cum moan honey

Tell me it’s mine to get

Let us both get soaking wet

A River Runs Through It

By ©kb 2005

Take me to the place where your river runs free

An inviting purifying pool for only me

Loves’ mountain river

Passions’ drowning sea

Invite me to the mountain

That only two can share

Let me take you in

Breath of romantic air

Let me taste the nectar

Drawn from your sweet vine

Can I make love to you

Darling please be mine

Word Play

BY: KB  11.12.16

My words touch you

Where my hands cannot reach

Mental and emotional orgasm

Derived from speech

My words rapid fire

Bringing the heat to make you sweat

Rhythmic verbal foreplay that keeps you wet

Poetry flowing freely from its source

Mental and emotional intercourse

TRIBUTE

BY: KB   12.16.15

A sister’s value goes far beyond what the world thinks she’s worth

A sister’s value is determined at the moment God saw fit to grant another sister the ability to birth

See some of y’all got it twisted

Caught up in what the world has taught you to believe

A sister should not be devalued in your conversations and actions about how she copulates, fornicates or other ways you choose to please

If that’s your get down brothers and sisters you’ve both been deceived

A sister’s value is more precious than gold

Her struggle and fight should be spoken with the same reverence as the greatest story ever told

The world continues to try to bury her value

It teaches men and women to objectify and demean

When in reality a sister is royal and regal in purpose

The world will try to fill your heart and mind with deceptions

With words and images that are an affront to our eyes

I choose to focus on God’s gifts and provisions

The things that remains consistent and true

A virtuous woman that can be found

An answer to the biblical question

And that sister is  Y-O-U!

Firstborn

BY: KB 5.22.17

“Anytime a Black child is born, the old people look in his face and ask him if he's the One.” ... you should see your mother’s eyes light up when she speaks of you, her firstborn son

Young, strong brother, descendant of Ham a moving example of a strong Black man

Are you the one?

You can feel your mother’s pride when she speaks of her firstborn son

I love what you represent, what you say, what you do

Your mother has birthed, nurtured and protected a godly light in you

Are you the one?

Young prince, godly warrior, protector like no other

Realizing the sanctity and the sacred love that can only come from a mother

You are her firstborn

Her young prince

Heir to a throne

You are your mom’s firstborn

she has demonstrated gifted you with the tenacity to take this world by storm

showing you the righteous way to claim things as your own

Young prince, godly warrior, strong Black man

Conscious of family, you take your stand

You should see and hear how your mother speaks of you

Prideful is her tone

She knows she’s raising a man

It’s abundantly clear that her heart is your home

Confessions pt.II

BY: KB © 2.7.15

some times in life you're left in the dark

unable to see when things are falling apart

I like to believe that I was tried and true

now I realize that I wasn't giving my best to you

I had fears and insecurities

they were silently eating away and me

I had things from the past that were unresolved

dealing with the past my future dissolved

I'm so lost,  don't know what to do,

 guess I'll choose to be honest and share my confessions

First, I never really cried

when the woman I once love had died

living in dysfunction for many years

is like living in a dilapidated building

but even with the final crumbling

I had to be present and a rock for my children

Dealing with things that seemed unreal, crazy family that didn't deal

splitting the kids that's just not right, I wasn't "family so I really had no part in the fight"

I'm was lost,  didn't know what to do,

 guess I'll choose to be honest and share my confessions

Body image shot

from the surgery scars I've got

it hard to be fine when you're scarred like Frankenstein

some days it's hard to feel that someone could

see your sex appeal

a few lingering issues I didn't share

I tried to act like they just weren't there

I'm feeling just not right , unspoken it starts a fight

I'm so hurt, don't know what to do

guess I'll choose to be honest and share my confessions

If I could turn back time

back to then I would share more

to let you in

there's no greater love than to be supported by your lover,

 your best friend

when you're going through something

I'm so hurt, now I know what to do

guess I'll choose to be honest and share my confessions

Confessions

BY: KB © 2.6.15

excuse me can I steal a little time

Usher had his confessions

which prompts me to share mine

I saw heaven once upon a time

I walked with an angel

and I thought she was mine

these are my confessions

I cried hard when she told me I'll be fine

when she disconnected I damn near lost my mind

I mourned and I was blue

but I'm gonna keep on talkin' and stay true to my confession

I cried until I could not see

and then one day the Lord came to me

held me close until the tears disappeared

whispering word of comfort and truth in my ear

I heard the words and I knew they were true

showed me the work that I had to do

I don't know about you but I'm gonna keep on preaching and stay true to my confession

I thank God for His blessings from above

I thank God for His showing me all forms of love

He shared an angel from heaven with me

Just so I could see

the beauty and riches of heaven so true

I now know what I have to do, keep true to my confessions

Ain't The One

BY: KB © 12.3.14

So, I wasn't the one for you

I didn't become your Boo

I wasn't the one

I'm not it

I say thank God we found out in time

what I'm not "fissin' " to do is sit here

and let you talk to me like shit

like you've lost your whole damn mind!

that's right I used the word "fissin"

because I wanted you to get the real gist

I'm only going to say it once so mark this moment in time

what I'm not "fissin' " to do is sit here

and let you talk to me like shit

like you've lost your whole damn mind!

Now I could elaborate, illuminate, elucidate and articulate this shit in other ways

but I don't have crayons and puppets to act it out so the message stays

but you understand when I use the primitive phrase

it's a derivative of my mood

and if you insist on talking to me crazy you'll find I ain't that dude.

I've spoken to you with respect and treated you like a queen

never a harsh word in response I never would demean

so I don't understand why you think it's ok to go dumb and get crude

if you insist on talking to me crazy you'll find I ain't that dude.

A Closed Mouth

BY: KB © 2.11.15

My grandma always said “baby, a closed mouth don’t get fed”

I’m not trying to be hungry

To the point of being half-near dead

You mean so much to me

So I’m hearing what my grandma said

I am not going to get emaciated by the loss

I’m waiting on God to satiate me

Praising and in gratitude, His word is never false

Prayer is the solution

Praise is the key

God is the source of the assurance in me

Grandma gave me knowledge that has never misled

When she said to me “baby, a closed mouth don’t get fed”

The Third Wheel

BY: KB © 10.20.14

the third wheel

How will anything get started

The ghost of relationships past

Haunting every meal

I walk, it follows

Mocking my every step

I hear it scream “That’s not the way I’d do it”

A constant haunting refrain

That’s the point you freakin’ ghost we are not the same!

Don’t tell me what you would and wouldn’t do

If you did what you said, you would be right here

Since you didn’t, and you’re a ghost get the f**k out my ear

I drink you in

© kb 6.25.05

I drink you in

Morning dew on a flower pedal

I drink you in

Ice cubes on a hot day

I drink you in

Rainy days in a summers’ heat

I drink you in

Clothes that cling accentuating every curve and line of your body

Thirst building, heavy breathing, parched throat

I want to tastes you on my lips

The funky, sweet nectar found in your hips

I drink you in