Cleaners

I am stuck

Right next to

A hard place

And you left

My rock

And the keys

That use to open

The doors to

Your heart

Don't work anymore

Locked

And I'm left

Clueless

Silverstones don't glisten

Like your eyes

Use to

Both when

You smiled and cried

Lied in my arms

As I lost

Myself in your soul's windows

And the wind

Blows through

And caresses my curly tresses

That lie on

The tears in the fabric

Of your favorite dress

They curl more

From the wetness

I watch the MAC

Mascara race down

Your caramel face

Leaving footprints

In your cheek and neck

My lies follow

Trying to comfort

And sew together

The torn seam

Although it seems

This pattern

the intricate silhouette

And my actions

Alike

Are not as

Attractive as when you

First wore it

And I am no tailor

G-Shock

I write poems

On cumbersome trains

Sat between

Ailed divas

In now or later

Flavored spandex

And ugg boots

Lying ass niggas

In true religion jeans

That don't believe

In GOD enough

To respect

The strong women

They leave standing

Gripping germ infested poles

Their will

Their cane

To hold them up

I listen to

Our young female future

As she explains

Sexual innuendos

That were theories

Two days ago

Yesterday's facts

Her metrocard

Not even green and white yet

Yet she describes

Sucking dicks

Though exchanging the word

For lollipop

With HIS in front

Not too blunt

But the story

Has the same affect

This middle school whore

Keeps going

I'm praying

Not for her

But for this train

To quicken its pace

Someone please

Retrieve your young

From the clutches

Of negligent daycares

And parental non-communications

For I have seen

Many women

Dimmed

From their GOD promised

Florescence

Due to relationships

Built on faulty foundations

But I can't

Save her

I only wish

That she learns

Her lesson

From the hands

Of time

When the clock strikes

And bruises

Her beautiful and

What seems ageless skin

Will these days

Leave scars

Remnant of absentee fathers

And nonchalant mothers?

Huh time?

Do you fucking hear me?

Message In A Bottle

I'm writing

I Love You's

With numb fingers

That grew cold

When held hands

Parted ways

Many a day ago

My self esteem is low

But like the waves

Of my hand goodbye

From the currents

Of pooled blood

Set free

Of a damned heart

That meet the shore

I'm sure

These feelings too

Will wash away

Chop Shop

We live in

Or should I say

I , selfishly

Live in a world

Where words

Will get you inside

The panties of counterfeit whores

Who draw Halos

With their fingers

Over their head

And as quickly

As their backs

Meet dirty bedroom sheets

Pulled to their chin

Ask you

Is this real?

What we have

I mean

And in your head

You’re thinking

Pfffff, damn right

But both heads

Came

To the same conclusion

And if you want

The sexual intrusions

To continue

Much like you’d like

This conversation to end

You say

Yes

Not even thinking twice

Because lies

Which have become

Second nature to you

Is your first instinct

Until she says

I’m late

And now your mind

Once crowded

With swift fabrications

And no I didn’t mean it like that

Misrepresentations

Baby’s I don’t know her

And that bitch lying’s

Swear’s on my mother

Ask anybody’s,

Grows desolate

It’s far past plan B

And requiems

For countless unborn seeds

This shit is far

From a dream

Parked next to fetal nightmares

You respond

Not with words

But a

Blank stare

Gone Fishing

At around the same time

Every night, there is a meeting in my bedroom

Between two knees

That refuse to open

Reluctant though I beg and plead

But promise me

To part if I compromise

Who I am

Change like summer

To fall

In love all over again

In awe with perplexity

Do I defeat Monotony

Walk through the door that reads “Easy”

Tell those knees

Everything they’ve been yearning to hear

Or let this spring air

Vibrate my falsetto

Across my tongue

Through barb wired lips

As soft as nine clouds

Straight to her ears

Let my words take the hard way in

“I Will Change”

Whispered callously

My hands climbing her shins

Meet her knees

And they part

“I’ve Missed You”

They grow further apart

Like a love lost

From careless misplacement

Master Keys don’t exist

For both closed legs and closed hearts

Though I am Lord Of Written and Whispered Word

And they work the same

“I Love You”

And like childhood friends that move away

Never to be seen again

Her knees follow the same lead

My hand

Lies

In the crease where her legs meet her thighs

Same as my lips

How much more words

Must I use before here knees get wind of this

Do my lips

Between you legs

Feel differently

Follow

Your knees, and my hands

And my lips

And my diabolical plans

Can’t believe these words were enough

Did you catch the lies above?

Guess these words were enough

Astigmatism

Do you see the irony

In me saying that I never think

I always follow my heart

Where ever it decides to go

i stalk, waiting in love shadows

It's bitter sweet

That very decision

Because even with its intuition

And damn near Cupid accurate precision

My heart lacks the vision

My mind so persistently chases

I love indiscriminately

Hopelessly wishing my heart, like my mind

Had the patience

But who am I to get in its way

The nerve of me

When I barely speak

Up, when I fall

Sit back and watch

As it jumps again

I told it to watch out for ladies like you

But like love, so is its vision impaired

Is It?

Cupid's arrow tip
Losing the key to locked lips
A heavily guarded hart, the same key
Held hands and entangled fingers that won't let go
Not letting go, itself
Missing...
Intrigued by the very sight of
Enticed eyes, the same
Beautiful butterflies above the waist
Anxious palms, moist
Walking down one's lips, turning the corners of their mouth up
Losing yourself without traveling anywhere
Finding the soul's counterpart
So deep IN it without being able to climb out
Stronger than any sexual lust
Helen Keller, Ray Charles, Governor Patterson trust
Having nothing left to give and having everything
A half empty glass that's half full
Your best-friend and better half
The drug that often does more harm than good
Serene lullaby sleep through sleepless nights
No appetite with famished hunger pains
The gain, that keeps growing
Listening genuinely
You hear me?
Words will never be able to express
The truth that lies... beneath your chest
No warranty but guaranteed
Un-... the conditional kind
Addiction, figuratively





Love, literally? is it?

These were written by my bigger bro Dopenstein -show love

Wat goes thru the thoughts of a positive mind
Is it one dat defines da essence of time
Or a permenant smile
Is it one whose day is determined by fate
But fortunate enuff fate is always great
Or could it be someone who lives life withought thought
But I must confess
Even myself whose gracefully blessed
Is still stuck in a mess
But surrounded by the best of da best
Life is like a test
You can cheat, get a high score and fail
Fail in life and never prevail
Or u can solve each issue as if u already know the answer
So wat goes thru the thoughts of a positive mind
No one really knows but it'll show in time
But everything in mine
Good or bad got me doin fine
Just waitin for the rite thought to give me the rite light to shine
And these few words might just be the first sign....
I'm gone

-Dope




One special month
One special day
One special person
One special relationship
There for you despite the cause
There to pick you up when you fall
Acceptin you for all your flaws
Til death do you apart
Without the marital laws
An unbreakable bond
Willing to go any length
Without a question of how long
The one right
That would never lead you wrong
Your love at first site
There for your battles
And every fight
Dreading the day we have to say our goodbyes
It would be an everlasting sorrow
And uncontolable cries
But until dat time comes
Capture each an every special moment
An never forget the moments
That you shared
With that special person
On each special day
Enjoying your special relationship together
Happy Mothers Day




- Dope




Lemme hold ya left hand
An don't be too afraid
I know how sudden this might be
Now Ima take my right knee
There are some things dat we don't see
At first,
It takes time to make sure its right
Started out as a crush
To texts and phone calls makin you blush
Bad decision makin led to an ending
An ending in which was so tragic
Left me thinkin wat exactly ruined this magic
How did I lose someone so unbelievebly special
Someone who I see to be an amazing being
Someone who I see to have an amazing meaning
Your a one in a million
Beautiful an gorgeous are just understatements
Of wat you are to the eyes
Unique an one of a kind
Sorta like a human butterfly
Or a snowflake
An outstanding personality
With a demenor an aura so strong
I can go on an on
about you for so long
But I'll say if I was able to put together a song
A love song
It would be sung by Jagged Edge
Keith Sweat an Tank
Musiq an Neyo
an Trey Songz....
So still on this knee
I wish we still could be
I'll close my eyes an make a wish
While I count to three
1.....
2.......


- Dope



3..............
As I complete da countdown to my wish
Open my eyes
Hope that there stands my prize
Hopin da lord answers my prayers
An hears my cries
Only one way to find out
But my eyes are still closed
I begin to get nervous
Palms sweating
Heart racing
I rise from one knee
An as I stand
I don't feel her hand
Knees get week
I open my mouth to speak
My eyes to peek
There lies my pillows n sheets
So it seems
This moment was just a dream
Dreams are visions
Visions dat are destined
Destined to be reality
Reality in the near future
So before I close my eyes again
My last question...
Are we destined?


- Dope

Bryant Park

give me a sheet of 8 X 10 computer paper
64 color crayon box, clear tape, and a stapler
(like elementary school arts and crafts
and I'd draw in my textbook during math class)
and watch me change the world
we all are stick figures
fashion nimrods, so called street corner niggers
and if I meet another model
I'll throw up for her
lure her
to my bed
and when her clothes melodically drop
laugh
size four is way too big
-in my Steven Cojocaru monotone-
as she picks her ego up off the floor
along side her undergarments
her Bulimic spirit tarnished
from the blunt harshness
she leaves my presence
with her, my present
a shallow pussy, far too deeper than any thought running through her head
(a broken soul
a shattered dream
my overturned bed)
because if she opened a book
yet didn't read the words
but between the one line that followed the next
all the way to the back page seam
seems like the not to well thought out fashion, Marc Jacob, Donna Karen, East 28th at 5th avenue Runway career choice would have been way de la differenta
Go figure
I guess Miss Immediately Return To The House And Pack Your Bags
will have to do for now
because if I meet another fashion whore
it would be the third one this week
I don't think I can stomach another cell phone, bathroom, Victoria secret inspired, toilet in the background, panties hanging over the shower, photo shoot
or Herve Never tweet
she's got my heart and my appetite anorexic weak



...or is that her?