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Borrowed

tomorrow may come to those who wish

but for the moment

a kiss will do

dreams of making love by the sea 

and other sensual emotions

always begin with a wish

made by two

 

fate has  her docket

quite filled

so for now lets remember a valentines locket

and red wine spilled

accompanied by unbridled joy and laughter

 

 

the hereafter

may be possible for lovers who strive

but for the moment 

a kiss will do

paradise i once found in your beautiful eyes

into the wishing well we dived

and discovered a lovers paradise 

made for two

me and you

 

destiny has grown tired

of answering our frantic calls

seems  our love session has expired

as the morning gloom casts a pall

a misty morning

accompanied by tears

one for each of the years

we wished for tomorrow

 

a love that could have been

should have been

but memories tend to fade into the haze 

of tomorrow

the intensity of love made 

is actually timeless moments borrowed

from fate

two lovers thinking for the moment

a kiss will do

only to realize dabbing reddened eyes

tomorrow is not promised  despite 

devine wishes made by two

me and you

me and you

 

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Thu, 30 Jun 2011 08:30:00 -0700 WHO SAYS (A BROTHA CANT DO SHAKESPEARE) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/who-says-a-brotha-cant-do-shakespeare http://dgreaves.posterous.com/who-says-a-brotha-cant-do-shakespeare

Black_shake

to stir the griots slumber

his heart weighted by woe 

once torn asunder

to have laughter and merriment

fill his weary ears

and abate the putrid taste of yesteryears

 

to see his rise once not predicted

to peer into his confident eyes

where once conflicted

to hear his voice now strong with pirde

to know he will fight never again to hide

 

and what of this simple man will compel

a man who found beauty whilst  

decaying in hell

to sound the alarm and give ample warning

the man who once was is not this morning

 

so walk away while given the chance

for this man hath partaken in the devils dance

and though he speaks of love unbound

hatred  once the harmony of his life

he remembers the sound

 

let this man speak in silence

for he walks alone

a path few will dare to build a new home

for within his soul he hath but one demand

if you sayeth i am black

capitalize the man

 

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Tue, 28 Jun 2011 08:26:00 -0700 MYTHOLOGICAL LOVE http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mythological-love http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mythological-love

Love1

we have nothing left to fight for

nothing left to gain

on a shoal so barren and isolated

only tears in heaven drain

 

i  genuflect in your presence

forever you will be my ethiopian queen

exalted by the constellations

while traversing the summer solstice

in a palanquin

 

an isolated and intense emotion

never will i deny

amazing how the rains fall

upon the plains of the srengeti

each and everytime you cry

 

i see you in graceful motion

that beatific smile as you pirouette

the days bathed in sunshine  we remember

the hurricane of conflicting  emotions

we refuse to soon forget

 

and when kintu lived alone upon this earth quite lonely

nambi the daughter of gulu came to the earth 

and fell in love with him

and though gulu the ruler of sky 

thought kintu too poor and ignorant

the bond of kintu and nambi 

eased the heavenly fathers trepidation

and now the saharan winds

sing a hymn

of everlasting love

 

are  there any valid reasons

the sane dive into a malestrom of love

and its unpredictability

ironic how we know more of the stars

in the heavens

than the ever changing tides of love 

upon this earths restless and stormy seas

 

rest your head my lovely

this too shall come to pass

ignore our loves burning embers

concentrate instead upon the timeless devotion

we sought  while racing against the desert sands

in the hourglass

 

exalted you will remain

the court waits in breathless anticipation

while you summon the vestal virgins

to consumate the intensity of your

feelings of frustration

 

and when alcmene

the mother of hercules

mated with zeus who was wearing a perfect disguise

thinking she had finally found

the perfect mate

they made love to a celestial serenade of perfect harmony

yet unknowingly she became victim of a hegemony

a cultural  imperialism

from which her soul would never escape

 

the salt of our tears form twin pillars

that pantomime

you the solo dancer

i the narrative chorus

beseeching the devine

 

our movements  once so expressive

now our steps defined by a certain nervousness

in the shadows of the theater

i see you and i as we pantomime  one last kiss

 

the rain falls upon all that our love justified

soothing two souls scorched by fates denial

i stand  before the angels 

feeling very much like socrates

preparing to face my final trial

 

no intimate  intrusions

we kept our love secret until the end

no need to turn back and face 

sodom and gomorrah

we end as spiritual lovers 

yet forever remain everlasting friends

 

and when aphrodite

the goddess of beauty 

love and pleasure 

sought the erotic pleasures

of adonis she refused to release him

from her intimacy

in love she was totally

and though ares

in a jealous rage disguised as a boar 

killed adonis

the ashes of a love so  innocent and completely honest

have been scattered upon the confluence

of the tigris and euphrates

while the jealousy of ares burns in hades

the bottomless pits of hell

 

when i speak to you

i sense a sorrow

but our love should not be mourned

from the dust of an edenic paradise

our expectation of love was formed

 

so smile for all of the great times

the laughter and the freedom

never did we not submit what was owed to ceasar

never like judas did we commit a love treason

 

the morning skies awaken

parting to release the warmth

you and i will forever share

so strong we were as solo  artists

quite indomitable as a pair

 

as i meditate i kiss the heavens

for all you have meant to me

for sharing a love far beyond all earthly boundaries

a love to be forever spoken in mythology

 

and when  ohsun

the orisha of love

beauty and  intimacy

feels the slightest  animosity

though kind she will cause  destruction

wherever she decides to go

only shango the king dancer

undergod  of lightning and thunder

can quell ohsuns anger

and allow her soul to escape into the throes

of an everlasting love

 

you and i 

a confluence of a shared astrological

yes we did the impossible

so many thought our love illogical

now forevermore we will be honored

in the mythological

as two people who once defined

 the meaning of true love

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Fri, 17 Jun 2011 13:26:00 -0700 FATHERHOOD (FOR ME AND MY DAD) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/fatherhood-for-me-and-my-dad http://dgreaves.posterous.com/fatherhood-for-me-and-my-dad

Father

"Real is always gonna be real. I always loved you boys. Me and your mother done gone through alot but you're my boys. That's real."

                                                   Darwin Greaves,Sr.

 

 

I keep all of my memories in a mental lock box,

many say I'm an enigma full of paradox,

more NIG sometimes than MY, but that's okay

because my pride is ingrained,

for better or worse I will always have my daddy's name

 

Everytime I drop a paragraph,

I'm adding another letter to my epitaph,

I want a simple sentence please understand,

"Here lies D.Greaves, a great father and a good man"

 

Striving hard, adding to my legacy,

have a good time hanging with my brother G'ee,

sippin on pineapple and Hennessy,

occasionally Grey Goose and Cranberry on the rocks,

me or G'ee designated driver,

never stopped by cops

 

For a long time I've tried to represent,

I remember telling my wife, it's okay Mami,

it will be late but I'll pay the rent

once upon a time I thought my ex was heaven sent,

she still is,

I've seen women during breakups, crackup

and use the kids, she never did

 

That's the main reason I will always  love her,

gotta be another black angel, heaven sent,

to be above her,

I remember looking at her with a frown,

laying in a bed, drugged, wearing a hospital gown,

whispering, "I'm sorry D'ee I let you down"

 

Premature was Kelsey Greaves,

Lord knows I didn't have much time to grieve,

my wife struggling with a high fever,

the doctor saying, "your daugther is slowly dying, D'ee take a breather"

We tried and tried, finally

we added little Tay to our family

 

So it's not about the tears, or the years we spent,

everytime my ex and me speak, it feels like we both repent,

it's true, we will never again be together,

but I wish her love in any of her life endeavours,

we have a bond that will last forever,

I'm a daddy

 

Though at critical times my message

to my ex wasn't understood,

she knows I've never come up short on Fatherhood

 

My soul brother G'ee, if your hear me holler,

my man G'ee knows being a father ain't about saving dollars,

neither one of us were raised to be scholars,

truth be told, at different times we contemplated

that nickle plate revolver,

ladies, thoughts of suicide is how a father feels

when he can't see his seed,

what you don't know is some men internally bleed

 

We sit and rap about the cats who don't give a damn,

being a father less important that being your man,

my soul brother is my confidant,

I asked his approval before I dropped his name using this font,

you gotta know he married one hell of a lady,

despite their drama she takes damn good care of their babies,

isn't that what it's all about when it's said and done?

 

You will never see Brotha D'ee's quill,

dog a woman with maternal skillz,

but ladies, a man's spirit can be killed,

if you refuse to let him see his kids over a thrill,

or because your pizzed,

men do sit around and reminisce,

many times we take the blame for what went down,

so when it comes to being fathers, we want to be around

 

G'ee and me work too hard to be out on the town,

many nights you'll find us sleepy, homeward bound,

men like us ain't trying to be praised or wear a crown,

just remember when your mad, and this is paramount,

chill for a moment, and take into account,

a child needs to be around his father

 

Because even though we might live in different neighborhoods,

we don't want to come up short,

when it comes to fatherhood

 

For them ladies who are trippin'

you need to check that,

mess with the brother's who don't care,

we don't deserve their payback,

I know y'all get tired of dragging them into court,

they can court a femme but not pay child support,

men like us can't stand them either

 

But I know some women with enough gumption,

covince their man to go and request a child support reduction,

before the cat met her he didn't sweat all this time,

now he scream about how his ex taking too much of mine,

funny how he didn't complain before,

when he was trying to get one last lay at your bedroom door,

you told him to go home to his wife right?

 

I pay that ransom, and it can get rough,

if you don't work overtime life is rough,

and yeah, it feels like a Catch-22,

the more you work, the more they take from you,

I can tell you from first hand experience,

sometimes the courts are more indifferent,

than your ex, and that's real

 

But I make do and don't feel ashamed,

after all my child isn't to blame,

so far, thank God my ex has been real,

forget the courts, I thank God for that appeal

 

Because she knows through all of the court appearances

I withstood,

I never took a short when it came to fatherhood

 

People, you gotta excuse me if I nurse this,

I'm gonna talk about my dad in the following verses,

Pop, when I was young I thought you was an Uncle Tom

for them white cats,

I was 18, revolutionary, thinking only jet black,

my young mind couldn't grasp that you only finished the 8th grade,

and you had to drop your dignity to get us raised,

I'm sorry for what I thought about you,

it wasn't true

 

I close my eyes and see you at the kitchen table

with your favorite bottle,

knowing in about 2 or 3 hours you'd be yelling at full throttle,

calling momma bitches and whores,

falling down in hopelessness to the floor,

I know now that pain reflects in many ways,

from angry diatribes, to depression, to dismay

 

I learned that all in love is unfair,

when we fought toe to toe,

showing evidence of your love for me

by letting me drop you under a flurry of blows,

you was a grown man, you could have hurt me,

but the next day you didn't desert me,

I know that must have been difficult,

facing the neighbors, knowing what they would be saying later

 

Remember when momma kicked me in the streets,

I knew it was you pleading my case real discrete,

when I moved back home I still didn't think you deserved respect,

excuse me daddy, while my tears interject,

you wasn't doing right, but you did right enough that momma

held on to you,

you worked hard and came home when the day was through,

watching you do that is how I learned to do the same,

so I gotta give you credit when I pass some blame,

damn pop, damn! you can't even speak to me now

 

When you had that major stroke

a part of me was heartless,

my attitude was why should I finish,

I didn't start this,

part of me was lost that I never recovered,

pretty sure I can say the same about my two brothers,

but I saw you take care of my brother's kids when he couldn't,

you stood your ground when even momma said you shouldn't,

that's why my nieces and nephew love you so much,

you never got into this and that, such and such,

now I gotta admit I would get kinda nervous,

when you drank all Saturday night,

and woke up Sunday to drive them to church service,

but you didn't miss a Sunday, and when they and momma came home,

you had dinner ready and waiting,

that's the daddy to whom I should have been relating,

and I'm sorry for that

 

For the first time in 20 years I came to a block party,

huggin everybody and eating hardy,

there was music all up and down the block,

I looked up and saw your head bop,

I got up kissed you on the head and said,

"I love you pop",

you couldn't say it in return,

but I felt your love and that's why right now my eyes burn,

and I'm not ashamed to admit that, real facts

 

You taught me never to apologize for my decisions,

but how I wish I could cut the years we spent not speaking

with precision,

but I can't, we can't

 

I'm just thankful God didn't let you die,

so I can now look you right in your eyes,

and say, I LOVE YOU POP

 

Thank you for hanging in there

through the bad and good,

and teaching me through your actions about the value of FATHERHOOD

 

I always said I didn't want to grow up and act like you.

I did learn from what you did wrong. It took a while but I did.

On the real though, I learned alot more from what you did right.

I'm a better man by having you in my life. I feel that deeply.

I have your name. I'm proud of that and I will keep it in honor of you always.

I LOVE YOU POP..I LOVE YOU

 

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Thu, 16 Jun 2011 13:15:00 -0700 EARTH'S CRY, HEAVEN'S SMILE (AN AMERICAN TALE) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/earths-cry-heavens-smile-an-american-tale http://dgreaves.posterous.com/earths-cry-heavens-smile-an-american-tale

Heaven

 

The title "Earth's Cry, Heaven's Smile" is extrapolated from the Carlos Santana song Europa.

This piece in no way conveys the messgage of that song nor resembles said song in any way.

 

Some are reading the newspaper on line,

while some are on the front lines fighting against the rising tide,

but, when the levee breaks

I wonder what it will take

for us to return to normal again,

have we ever been?

 

Can't close my eyes and sleep

more that a few hours at a time,

I don't know what on earth is happening to me,

but everyday, I pray there is some semblance of hope to find,

while I reside, deep within the dregs of an antiquated society,

these ghostly images of Lady Liberty

being raped repeatedly, by members of her own family,

just won't let me be

 

I wonder who really wins, though I am fully aware of past sins,

if that man was truly elected based on the color of his skin,

or,

maybe he was the lesser of two evil twins,

Republicans and Democrats, is that where it's at?

I remember celebrations Election day,

that reminded me of a New Year's Day,

meanwhile, 7, 423 miles from home in Kandahar, Afghanistan

a 19 year old was being blown away,

he enlisted to try and escape the urban guerrilla war,

living in the inner city was so damn bad,

he accepted a second tour,

only to die,

Mr. President, I know you inherited this mess,

but still, I must ask you why?

 

Who really benefits from the Afghan-Iraqui occupations,

maybe the distant relations

of Pilgrims, man I don't know,

I just wonder, if the blue bloods were forced to send

their sons and daughters to war, would they go?

or,

would this war be completed by the 6 o'clock news

 

Seems to me it is easy to choose

when the life you commit is not your blood,

it's damn easy to salute the flag patriotically,

and complain of the so-called liberals holding a grudge,

but, when the Gulf of Mexico sludge

taints your quaint shrimp cocktail,

you complain, dammit that's insane!

 

A young veteran returns stateside,

how can he survive?

war injuries mean he can't walk very far,

so he begs a friend for a ride,

to a V.A. that is understaffed,

brother can't read the fine print in the last paragraph,

oh we are so sorry sir,

you are 3 hours too late,

no bed, no meds,

brother is only 21 and wishes he was dead,

just like his friend,

your see, an air raid siren doesn't matter

when a mortar is perfectly placed,

it doesn't matter if you crawl,

and with each rocket's red glare,

a liberty that once stood somewhat proud and tall,

takes a fall

 

Casting a pall

on each and every one of us,

IN GOD WE TRUST,

I shake my head still,

I mean, who had the nerve to print the Name of the Supreme

on dollar bills,

can't you hear them apple pies smashing

on the windowsill,

Sister, I don't want to see Independence Mall

truned into a strip mall,

but who is answering the call,

of those in need, of those who bleed?

I want to know, I need to know if...

 

WHEN THE EARTH CRIES, DO THE HEAVEN'S SMILE

WHEN THE PROPHET'S FALL,

WHO WILL WALK THE REMAINING MILES

WHEN THE EARTH CRIES,

DO THE DENZIENS OF THE DEEP SHOUT, "SIEG HEIL!""

WHEN THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE SLOWLY BURNS,

WHOM DO WE REVILE

WHEN THE EARTH CRIES,

IS A LOVE DESPERATELY IN NEED OF LOVE DEFILED,

OVER AND OVER AGAIN,

IF SO,

WE NEED TO REDEFINE OUR DEFINITION OF ORGINAL SIN

 

A little girl can't pledge allegiance to the flag,

nor can she pary to Our Father,

but, she can pledge alligiance to the Trojan Horse

receiving condoms from a school nurse,

her momma found them in the little girl's purse,

damn, she is 12!

what in the hell, are we creating,

pre-adolescents on line swapping stories about mastrubating,

Lord knows I am perplexed,

that a system of justice can eliminate allegiance to the flag,

and obedience to the Father but show an indifference

to the crisis of pre-teen sex

 

And, wasn't Madalyn Murray O'Hair,

the women who with a lawsuit ended prayer

in the public schools killed by David Roland Waters,

a menber of her American Atheists' organization?

from what I recall it was a grisly situation,

She, her son and granddaughter were cut into dozens of pieces

and only idenitifed by dental records and DNA,

what can we say?

Her estranged son said and I quote, "She got a sense of power

having men in her employ who had taken human life."

Hell, the atheists' that I know very well LOVE life,

I guess herein lies the proof,

of what Malcolm X once said about, "chickens coming home to roost"

Hate is, what hate creates

 

Tell me brother, who is that man?

I only see him at the grade school when classes end,

neighbors say he has no children, family and friends

refuse to be around,

is Megan's Law strictly enforced in this small town,

or do the locals not like the sound,

of big city folks telling them what to do?

 

She can't wait to get home!

Her parents are taking her to see Sesame Street on Ice!

Lord, a child oblivious to her surroundings

should NOT have to pay the ultimate price,

the courts said that he was "rehabilitated"

yet no one sitting on the court was there when

the rape and murder of that little girl was initiated,

God knows if I was there...all I can say is RELOAD!

again and again,

Dear God, if death of scum like this man is a sin,

if the means don't justify his demonic end,

then,

cancel my ticket to paradise because I refuse

to believe by merely "praying and asking forgiveness"

this dude will be standing next to me at the gates,

I'm sorry God, I can't relate

TO THAT!

 

She cried, blood on her legs, she begged,

I want my mom!

she held on for 14 hours,

she cried, blood on her legs, she begged,

PLEASE, I WON'T TELL, I PROMISE!

that fucking fiend,

pured gasoline on her body,

and struck a match, he laughed,

she was burned alive,

we worry about pedophiles,

but seriously, maybe it's time for them bastards

to worry about parents like you and me

because, I want to know, I NEED TO KNOW

 

WHEN THE EARTH CRIES, DO THE HEAVEN'S SMILE

WHEN THE PROPHET'S FALL,

WHO WILL WALK THE REMAINING MILES

WHEN THE EARTH CRIES,

DO THE DENZIENS OF THE DEEP SHOUT, "SIEG HEIL!"

WHEN THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE SLOWLY BURNS,

WHOM DO WE REVILE

WHEN THE EARTH CRIES,

IS A LOVE DESPERATELY IN NEED OF LOVE DEFILED,

OVER AND OVER AGAIN?

IF  SO,

WE NEED TO REDEFINE THE MEANING OF ORIGINAL SIN

 

My brothers, My sisters, My brothers, my sisters,

you are NOT a CRACKER, you are a MISTER

I am NOT a NIGGER, I am a MISTER

You are NOT a FAGGOT, you are a MISTER

I am NOT a WETBACK, A SLANT, A SAND NIGGER,

dammit, I am a MISTER!

And if we cannot give and receive the respect that all of us deserve,

then tell me what is the meaning of these following words?

 

"WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT, THAT ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL, THAT THEY ARE ENDOWED BY THE CREATOR WITH CERTAIN UNALIENABLE RIGHTS, THAT AMONG THESE ARE, LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PERSUIT OF HAPPINESS"

 

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Fri, 10 Jun 2011 11:25:00 -0700 IMAGE IN MY MIND http://dgreaves.posterous.com/image-in-my-mind http://dgreaves.posterous.com/image-in-my-mind

Mind

an image once kind

an image once sublime

an image in my mind

fading in and out of my consciousness

the crest of the waves

the forbidden places

and the love we made

traces

of you are like scented flowers

on the morning breeze

the hours

with you now we are apart

feels like a tease

two hearts

once one

now must find solitude to recover

the morning sun

shines a ray on the place

where you were my lover

and now

an image in my mind

 

intimate thoughts

a necklass

i place around your pretty neck

reckless

love we sought

still those quiet nights i wont soon forget

the flight of a robin

stirs

me from my reverie

what incurs

we will see

after all love controls its own destiny

the spill of wine

laughter when i kiss your pouty lips

time after time

i recall how you would pause then take a sip

december snow

melts as dictated

by the seasons

complicated

i know

right now is not the time

to search for the reasons

that you are

an image in my mind

 

a tale of two cities

so very near

yet far apart

some fears

unfounded maybe we should have ignored

them from the start

a picture of you

or two or three

i gaze

at throughout my restless days

amazed

that we lasted

yet if two lovers have the will

god finds a way

thinking of you

as sure

as you think of me

the cure 

for us is as close as our hearts

yet vast as the sea

no more tears

i am just a man

like any other

trust in your plans

and remember that we were spiritual lovers

when you see 

my image in your mind

 

i hear your voice

and i know the love you feel

for me yes i do

no appeal

for the drama i swear i dont 

know how we made it through

we are both mature

funny

how that sounds so damn trite

sunny

are your days

cold and  alone  are your lonely nights

i always say

bridges dont burn

if we learn

what we discern

will determine if we deserve another turn

lets chill

for a spell

im open to doing it all again

time will tell

if we write a love story

or what could have been

just 

an image in your mind

 

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Thu, 09 Jun 2011 17:51:00 -0700 THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS http://dgreaves.posterous.com/through-the-looking-glass http://dgreaves.posterous.com/through-the-looking-glass

Looking

If words can move mountains these words can move you

if you want them to. Yo, a femme once said I was too real.

My reaction? She ain't with me now nah mean.

Because if being real is wrong then I'm the wrong man

for women like her. So this joint is for a woman like you.

 

 

Some say I'm prolific

to be specific

I just think alot,

but this joint ain't about makin heads bop

grabbin my mop top

or rockin the block

with my skillz,

this is about the gift on arrival

you entrusted me with survival

and I almost killed

 

You always said you wanted

a brother with intelligence

and just a pinch of Thug mental,

but the fundamentals,

of being a Thug residential

is that you one forever,

Holla If You Hear me brothers

 

Even though I'm older,

I still look over my shoulder,

and face the door when I'm in restaurants,

to me, it's elementary,

some cats have long memories,

view my life as a documantary,

most of it wouldn't be complimentary,

I'm just being real

 

When we met I tried alot of vibes

that just wasn't me,

with your Improve D'ee Course

I was a consignee,

maybe that was the rub,

I come from a place where you don't eat politely,

you bust a grub,

most of the time after smoking a dub

 

Anyway,

I played the role for a while,

changed my agressive style

into that "Reach Out and Touch Somebody's Hand" mess,

that was stress

no doubt,

I stopped going out

with my partners,

that was wrong for starters

because all couples need space,

if not the little things that used

to amuse you,

you start looking at with distaste,

like when I'm being sexually suggestive,

at least that's my persepctive

 

I'm smooth when I need to be

but most of the time I'm rough,

you once said you dug that,

said I was being real,

but then you judged my conscience

and didn't offer an appeal,

so there you have it,

only to the Great Spirit I kneel,

so what began with lust and zeal,

slowly became an ordeal

 

I WASN'T FIT FOR THE ROLE YOU CAST,

I WOULD'VE LET THE RELATIONSHIP PASS,

BUT THEN,

I SAW YOU CRYING THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS,

AND IT HURT ME,

BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW YOU FELT ME LIKE THAT

REAL RAP

 

Ain't no recovery,

when the discovery,

of two people who was meant to be,

take an obligatory

standing eight count,

no amount

of love can repair bridges burned,

that's why I told you no matter

what direction you turn,

keep the bridge intact,

strange events can occur when love reacts,

and interacts

with the future

 

We both been through enough

that we learned not to let the world see us down,

but when ain't nobody around

we both sagging,

one night I'm out with my boys braggin,

trying to find a femme for shaggin,

and then your face enters my mind,

and it's distracting,

I guess that's what love can do

 

Ain't like you would ever know,

unless I did something stupid,

and I've been with enough women

at one time I can prove it,

but that's not the point,

I neve felt responsibility for someone

like this before,

on the real the way you get angry

and come at me,

other women I would have kicked out my door,

not literally touch a femme,

but you feel me

 

To me it's not about my intelligence,

or avoiding residence,

in the Pen,

it's about my soul

and what I can do with this pen,

people say I was lucky

to me it was God's Grace

so I don't buy that,

where a bullet hits

depends on the time and place,

everybody in the ghetto know

that science is inexact,

for real for real

 

I know God let me live

so I could give love

like the love I never had,

sometimes I think about my ex

and it makes me sad,

because she had me before I was a grad student,

I'm more mature now,

so to me it's prudent

to lay it all on the line,

will we be fine?

who knows,

I mean. sometimes grass don't grow

in the ghetto,

sometimes it does,

sometimes a man can't escape

what he was

 

At least I'm smart enough to know,

before you go wherever,

and do whatever with whomever,

can I be arrogant for a minute,

AIN'T NO BETTER THAN ME,

because at least I try to relate to you,

know what I'm saying?

them cats you know who say all the right things

is playing,

they got the game down pat,

and like the Godfather Rakim said,

"It ain't where ya from, it's where ya at"

and right now I'm here chilling with you nah mean,

so if the proof is in what you do,

not what you say,

then I got nothing left to say

except I love you for real

 

I WASN'T FIT FOR THE ROLE YOU CAST,

I WOULD'VE LET THE RELATIONSHIP PASS,

BUT THEN,

I SAW YOU CRYING THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS,

AND IT HURT ME,

BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW YOU FELT ME LIKE THAT,

REAL RAP

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Thu, 09 Jun 2011 10:12:00 -0700 RETURN http://dgreaves.posterous.com/return http://dgreaves.posterous.com/return

Return1

turn it up brother.

dee cant still spyt with the best.

check it out

 

no need to shout 

i have no real clout

cant make adam raise a cain

cant operate on addled brains

cant overload a mainframe

with the pusle of my membrane

but i can be detained 

for violating gods law

 

so as i sit and ponder

if one fine day 

i am going up yonder

i pour out a little likka

for the dear departed word  nikka

never will i use it again

in any connotation

situation

or circumstance

how can my soul advance

when too many sides have been lanced

too brothers and sisters  couldnt 

stand a chance

lived  and died being called 

out of their name

 

for those brothers and sisters 

who use it

i aint tryin to disprove it

i am from the black side 

of the tracks so i understand 

the context

of when we use it 

how the word reflects

its true you can diminish 

the power defined by a word

by pointing out the absurd

be it noun or verb

 

last time i checked 

africans in america been mighty good

at making  something edible 

out of the white man regretables

they had the chicken legs

we had to beg for the guts

and neckbones

took em home 

and made soul food to prove

we can groove to any sound

long as we freedom bound

 

i aint an angel 

nor am i the antithesis

of genesis

a revelation

im just a brother 

trying to mentally recover 

so i can emancipate  my proclamations

taking a step back 

so i can cogitate

and deliberate on my fate

fire in my soul

means i control

the dividends 

from my pen

and i am too intelligent 

to allow my ways and means 

to justify my end

no friend

i aint dead yet

 

when i return

i will burn 

the mic with sacred fire

for right now 

let me muddle in the mire

while i reach higher 

to escape  the embers

from the funeral pyre

 

people say i have an active  medulla

if thats true i can skool ya

without fetchin or steppin 4 beulah

one  thing you gotta know 

the cat who played steppin 

was a word pro

but in that time intelligence and black

wasnt consentual

 

 

yeah we had an eventual 

revolution  but it was more 

propaganda

correct me if im wrong

real revolution is che and fidel 

in the mountains of cuba 

wearing bandannas

telling batista and the gangstas

to get out 

real revolutionaries dont shout

they rout

 

from nikka to negro

from black to afro

now african with the hyphen american

not getting half returned for what yall spend

i say yall because i cant get reparations 

from the americans

im a bajan

i gotta go to the british for my ends

 

my mindset 

on the difference came correct

in the 3rd grade when a nun

maybe just for fun

told me i couldnt be president

because i was a permanent resident

and alien

like i had a choice on what ship

my ancestors was sailing 

on 

but word is bond

i embraced 

the black race  long time ago

 

be it con or pro

i ve been down since 

i read at 11 the autobiography of malcolm x

my respect for the black set

is real

and if you ask any black skin 

from another country 

they will reveal an awe

from what yall have done

even the ignorant ones

gotta admit blacks in america 

is the...aint no curse 

in this verse 

nah mean

 

so let me outro 

this flow 

by saying  

im not praying for one fine day

im staying to see the day

we as a poetic collective 

rewrite our history

aint no  mystery 

what you can do with a pen

when the ink is a godsend

feel me

 

how dee jay dean say it

thats what im talking about

shout out to the mt everest four in my mind

 

yayyy yooo..yeah sis

jooo skeee..yeah bro i see

the whaaa chaaa of 13..nah mean

and  last but not least

dee jayyy dean

 

when i return 

i will burn the mic 

with sacred fire

for right now 

let me muddle in the mire

while i reach higher 

to escape the embers

from the funeral pyre

 

momma o..queen mother

love u madly  peace i am out

 

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Thu, 09 Jun 2011 06:32:00 -0700 THE RIVER http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-river http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-river

River

sometimes what you dont have time for

you gotta make time for it.

i was working and sweating not thinking too much..

when i got a call from my soul kinfolk.

sometimes  you dont know what you feel

when you are feeling it until it is felt.

lord have mercy kin..if you and her

cant make it work aint no hope  or chance

for the rest of us. 

and then he said  dee..i need you to make 

your pen bleed for me man.

let others feel what i am feeling.

well kin i dont know about the bleeding

because i  just do what i do with this here

modest talent i lease from  the great spirit.

but i love you man so  i will try my best.

 

 

it was  yesterday

wait  a minute

maybe the  day before

or the day before that

you gotta excuse my faulty memory

time kind of melts 

on  these hot summer days

 

i can see a love balloon

floating gracefully  over 

laughter and good times

but when i blink my tired eyes

a gust of  wind carries

that balloon far away

 

i cant think too clearly right about now

truth  be told

i dont  want to think at all

just want to go through the motions

of living day to day and silently hide

 

notions of  forgiving 

aint too effective when 

no one wants to be forgiven

after  all

not too many people are willing 

to let reality trample what is left

of their pride

 

ive been looking through the good book

the one your mom gave us 

so long ago

pastor says the word is good for inspiration

and i believe  what he says

truly i do

 

but when i opened the book

right before genesis 

my eyes  drifted to the dedication

you once inscribed

love always for you and i

in gods  name

 

 

lord have mercy

 

aint every man the same

despite what folks tend to believe 

about men i didnt have  

an exit plan no i didnt

wouldnt even think of one

 

anyway what is the use 

in  preparing for the hurricane

when you are living smack dab

in the center of its eye

 

aint no more tears to shed

the salt done run out 

and i dont feel like getting  dressed

to  make a run to the store

 

you always  made sure

to limit the salt in my diet

so it wouldnt make  much sense

to run out and  buy some more

 

what i need to know baby is

 

why  did you take 

me down to the river

knowing i was  thristy

and didnt tell me the river was dry

why would you invite   me

over for dinner

knowing i was hungry

and dont feed me

just sit back and watch

a grown man cry

 

lord have mercy

 

you know 

i have always said

aint no true unconditional love

except between god and you

 

heck even your children 

when they  fitting  to have a fit

can forget that you feed them

clothe  them and nurse  them 

when they are sick with the flu

 

love is gift 

that keeps on giving

oh yeah

think  i heard that slogan 

on a jewelry store ad one time

 

but what happens when 

that old love balloon

never had a chance

to orbit the harvest moon

it just popped on the needles

of a whisting  pine

 

aint no emptiness like silence

when you are accustomed to hearing

everyday chaos and the sound 

of  a joyous voice

 

and tell me 

how hard is it  to  maintain 

a semblance of sanity

when the church  folks remarks

tear at your heart

things will get better

trust in god

keep your poise

 

lord have mercy

 

i dont have many answers

and i dont even think  about

questioning the supreme

he knows what i do and do not need

 

but  soul kin

tell me how can i 

your brother dee

finish  your homily

without thinking of my own 

recent  memories 

of why my pen slowly bleeds

 

my brother gee money

always says  if it aint true love

it is just boning 

if it aint kissed by the heavens

it is just moaning

now that is some real 

grown folk  logic right there

 

we always  sit and rap

about what happens when

a man is about two steps from heaven

and moans  are the only thing 

he hears 

in the upper atmosphere

but you aint the man 

making your woman moan

 

can i just say this 

one more time  baby

 

why did you take 

me down to the river

knowing i was thristy

and didnt tell me the river was dry

 

lord have mercy

 

and why would you

invite me over for dinner

knowing i was hungry

and dont feed me 

just sit back and watch

a grown man cry

 

i gotta know 

why

 why

cant somebody tell me 

why

why

 

lord have mercy

 

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Wed, 08 Jun 2011 08:29:00 -0700 BEST OF ME http://dgreaves.posterous.com/best-of-me http://dgreaves.posterous.com/best-of-me

Best

 

from the darkness i emerged

with a word

that i cling to now i face the waking day

no words you speak

and yet i know you are here

even though at times

my deeds were insincere

 

there is a strength

i feel within my soul

now that i have opened up my scroll

and prophecy

revealed  to me

the best is yet to come

the race not yet won

for i am the sum

of beautiful parts

my mind 

my soul and my heart

and beautiful i will  be until

the day an angel strums her harp

and leads me home

 

i once ran so far

from all that i am

walking on paradise road

or loitering in villages of the damned

 

and yet 

through it all my pride 

refused to be enslaved

for my freedom i fought 

as hard as i can

though on my arm is the faint outline 

of a brand

never in my heart 

was i a servant of any woman or man

 

and though many still 

view me as simply a slave

when i look in the mirror 

i see a man quite brave

 

brave enoug to accept responsibility

for at times acting irresponsibly

but there will be no more 

i am sorrys on my knees

no more memories

to appease

with all due respect i say to you

prepare to see

the best of me 

 

the best of me

 

for reams and reams 

of historical facts

cannot counteract my claim

forever i will stand proud and black

beautiful i will remain

my belief in me 

warms my heart within

and my soul is an eternal flame

never again will i face my reflection

feeling ashamed

for upon the rock  of angels 

i will shout

darwin lawrence  greaves

i will proclaim

once swallowed in a den of iniquity

and still i overcame

still damn proud of my name

on my knees i do excalim

thank you father for reminding me

that the rain

falls on us all

the proud and the profane

 

from the darkness i emerged

with a word

that i will embrace until the day i die

no more living a lie

speaking in  absolutes

i need to define my purpose 

when  the world demands my proof

 

now i am humbled

i admit

reluctantly so

for so many open doors  to my destiny

now are closed

 

and still proudly i stand

with arms open wide

examine me until your hearts content

for i have nothing to hide

 

now i will admit 

to many faults

but i refuse to allow you to 

rub salt

into my wounds

for there is a room

barred from your prejudice

sealed with my mothers kiss

 

and when i see the pride 

in her eyes

i have no choice but to rise

for now finally i see

my family together as one

as my ailing father quietly  hums

a melody of love

 

how  fortunate i am

some would disagree

but you do not reside inside of me

yes i faced a proud mans greatest fear

to be trapped in a self induced ignorance

 

but you will not  hear

from my lips a curse or a moan

i say let  he or she without sin

cast the very first stone

i will ask no one to rescue me

with the supreme i will either 

swim to shore or drown alone

 

for you i have 

but this one guarantee

you will see a man who looks like me

emerge from the debris

walking arm in arm 

with the triune spirit  of three

with all due respect 

i say to thee

 prepare to see

the best of me

 

the best of me

the best of dee

 

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Tue, 07 Jun 2011 11:46:00 -0700 SOMEWHERE OVER THERE http://dgreaves.posterous.com/somewhere-over-there http://dgreaves.posterous.com/somewhere-over-there

Somewhere

i stand silently before the father

waiting for him to rescue me.

for salvation comes from him alone.

yes he alone is my rock

my rescuer

my defense and fortress.

why then should i be tense with fear

when trouble comes

 

    psalm 62..verses 1 and 2

 

somewhere over there

is a place where souls are free

glory shines from within

and the  earth rises to face

the  mourning son

where hearts in turmiol

are quieted from trouble and pain

renewed with the promise

of hope and cheer

 

brother

somewhere  over there

is a hill upon which you can 

touch the face of heaven

as she silently cries

in the morning mist

she cries tears of happiness

yes she does

for on that vast and untouched plain

with the love of god nothing

can compare

 

my sister

beautiful  sister

somewhere over there

is a filed of grain

that whistles in the wind

and the taunts of enemies

cant hurt your tender heart

where life passes swiftly

yet every memory is so very clear

as we meditate upon the gift of love

god prepared  

for you and me

 

somewhere over there

young lions roar in the evening dusk

yet are still dependent upon the wisdom

of the faithful father

where hands are open wide

ready to receive bountiful  provisions

and when all are  full

there is plenty left to spare

for our hungry brothers and sisters

 

somewhere over there

praises  are being sung  in tribute

to the spirit of mankind

where the blood stone  of a mans sacrifice

becomes the capstone for  a mighty arch

and we dont have to compromise 

our dignity 

to climb heavens  stairs

 

somehwere

in the name of the beneficent  and merciful

somewhere over there

good men are are applauded

in their quest for righteousness

and evil men finally

must bear the burdens of their sins

where  when world conflict arises

no nation is victorious

until they turn the weapons of warfare

into ploughshares

 

yes indeed

somewhere

i do believe

somehwere over there

we have a view of a magestic ocean

upon the shore people meditate

to eradicate the hate that lies within

the demons deceptions

where the sons of 

abraham

the prophet muhammad and jesus the christ

finally decleare

to live as one

 

somewhere  over there

determination to be wise 

is the first step towards wisdom

where the hissing of summer lawns

creates a haze that dims 

the afternoon  suns glare

and you and i prepare

to live as one

to love as one

to die as one

and to be reborn as one

 

i do believe it is 

somewhere

somewhere over there

 

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Tue, 07 Jun 2011 06:18:00 -0700 TIME http://dgreaves.posterous.com/time http://dgreaves.posterous.com/time

Time

time

does not waste 

time

it is rather 

unkind

yet always defined

even when at the intersection

of a stagnant mind

coated with

rust and grime

but does it really matter

if i climb the ladder

and the rise into oblivion

is populated by one million

regrets

how can i forget

time

am i past 

my prime

praying to ease the debts

of my  spiritual crimes

helplessly 

intertwined

at peace

yet feeling disinclined

i cant forecast the future

storm  clouds always seem

to appear

the day you forget  to pack

your rain gear

so quickly  the fickle storm nears

and you find 

that time

does not waste time

once the wind seduced

the chimes

when heaven and earth

were combined

now paradise is lost 

in the thoughts

of restless minds

i wonder 

is life a paradigm

a distinct context

from the moment  i was extracted

from the womb with forceps

at the door step

of a philosophical concept

does my theorectical mind

tend to reject

and venture into a paradigm paralysis

too much analysis

so has it come to this

i cant wake without thinking

but when i opened my eyes

and started blinking 

i find

that time

does not waste

or chase

the taste

of time

 

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Fri, 03 Jun 2011 09:28:00 -0700 EBONY BEAUTY (FOR MY DARK SKIN SISTERS) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/ebony-beauty-for-my-dark-skin-sisters http://dgreaves.posterous.com/ebony-beauty-for-my-dark-skin-sisters

i rejoiced

as i raised my head to gaze upon

a beauty seldom seen

only in my dreams

 

comets slow to admire 

your beauty and then they cry

forming ice crystals 

as they lovingly sigh

leaving tales of your  ethereal beauty

throughout the vastness of space

as the supreme smiles 

within your tender embrace

 

the saharan winds speak 

to the date palm trees

as  african american men 

fall to their knees

all hail the african queen

your skin so dark and lustrious

so agleam

 

religions have been created

in your name

an annex of the heavens

is your private domain

yet still you remain

humble and dedicated to all

the supreme proclaims

 

flames reaching ever so high

as upon a pyre

your followers burn

stereotypes wrapped within 

enigmatic lies

for you were the first

the mother of all children

on this restless earth

 

my ebony beauty

you possess a radiance

that shines from the light 

of infant stars

when venus consumated her union

with mars

 

my ebony beauty

the intensity of your light  within

glows upon your skin

a rich and deep melanin

from which the light of the world begins

 

your beautiful face

beams with joy as you walk

with the great spirit hand in hand

for he has entrusted you

with mankinds eternal plan

so poised you are

so very grand

 

your abundant harvest

dispersed among seven tribes

and we pay homage 

to your dignity and pride

within your love i pray

to one day reside

when the earth embraces the moon

 

for all time songs of praise

have celebrated your wonderful hue

many women are beautiful

yet so very few

can match the wonder of your complexion

with you in my life

a spiritual fredom has begun

 

sacral music plays 

at your ceremony

as we the lost children of 

uganda

kenya

tanzania

zimbabwe

the congo and burundi

hail your magesty

with engoma drums

double bells  and shakaree

 

my ebony beauty 

thank you for being so loving

so kind

with a love that i find

no one but you can give

 

my ebony beauty

never again shall you sit 

in darkness and question thyself

for the impact of your  beauty

continues to be felt

in heaven and earth

and every dedicated verse

 

my ebony beauty

stay with me

my ebony beauty 

you are free

to be beautiful

as you are

 

Bw

 

dedicated to  my darker hued sisters

and also to candace 

who asked and inspired me to 

apply my modest talents to such 

a worthy and profound subject

 

my ladies..candace

you are all so very beautiful

peace and absolute love

today

tomorrow 

forever  and beyond

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Wed, 27 Apr 2011 12:26:00 -0700 TOMORROW MAY (A JAZZY BLUES IN D MINOR) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/tomorrow-may-a-jazzy-blues-in-d-minor http://dgreaves.posterous.com/tomorrow-may-a-jazzy-blues-in-d-minor

Tomorrow

tomorrow may have

time for two

but please dont misconstrue

all of my tomorrows

will be full of sorrow

without you

 

how can two lovers

learn to be friends

i guess it depends

if they can comprehend

various ways to make amends

 

when fickle fancies 

come and go

the  silly times people tend to outgrow

feelings once quite apropos

seem out of date

 

but if tomorrow

doesnt  want to wait

maybe 

just maybe we can equate

the tears we have shared

to the dictates 

of time

 

and if two bodies

once intertwined

are now hesitant and rather disinclined

to hug

then with a shrug

we will bid today a sad adeiu

our love can be overdue

only if 

tomorrow may have time  for two

 

how can two lovers 

passing this way and that

define a feeling 

at best inexact

do we  allow the facts

to get in the way of a perfect story

 

sunny sundays

mondays stormy

thinking of you all day long

but maybe

just maybe i will wave to you

when i pass the salon

maybe someday i will 

write a song

to right my wrongs

or  maybe  never

 

after all 

some endeavors

begin rather clever

but there is no instrument made

that can hope to measure

the pressure

of i love you forever

 

yet 

in the end 

if you and i stand a chance

and we are not foolish enough

to walk away from a fine romance

without  nary a glance

 

what we shared today

the innocence

the naivete

will compel us to pray

that tomorrow may

find the time 

for you and i

for 

you

and 

i

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Sun, 24 Apr 2011 10:38:00 -0700 A FLOW OF PURITY http://dgreaves.posterous.com/a-flow-of-purity http://dgreaves.posterous.com/a-flow-of-purity

Waterfall

Timeless,

A precious,

effortless

grace,

Mellow Midnight's,

misty mornings,

running the torch race

 

Ehtereal,

so Imperial,

you an exquisite Queen,

so delicate,

and tantalizing,

with this love we share,

only the Spirits can intervene

 

And they won't,

No they won't

 

Two streams,

drifting,

kissing a river,

that flows effortlessly into the sea,

I, a devotee,

a trustee,

entrusted with protecting your celestial majesty

 

Over and over again,

people have said why can't the good fall in love,

yet,

by believing,

in blessings,

you and I can conceive of,

a Spiritual Rebirth,

a heaven on earth

 

Sensual,

an eventual,

consensual mating of our souls,

lovely breezes,

the ebb tide teases,

as we make love

on our own private atoll

 

Drifting,

on currents,

soft as the summer rain,

On the first day,

of the First Night.

our love was preordained

with this love we share

only the Spirits can intervene

 

And they won't.

No they won't

 

Pure river,

a watercourse,

creating as it flows,

quite apropos,

our Picture show,

has scenes of you and I

in our secluded chateau

 

Over and over again,

we searched,

two lonely drifters wandering too and fro,

searching for the telltale glow,

of a Northern star,

our exit from Eden,

was accompanied by acoustic guitar,

yet never,

not ever,

did we say Au Revoir,

to the Creator,

never were we traitors,

in the amphitheater,

shouting for the precious head of Christ,

and now,

here we are on the cusp of a new dawn,

sharing vows as husband and wife

 

Spiritual influence,

a cosmic confluence,

of all that must be,

if Pharoah,

sent his mighty army,

for your love I would part the Red Sea

 

Just when,

you thought,

true love had passed by,

the Creator,

visited you and said,

"My child, I present to you

the result of your faithful reply"

with the love we share

only the angels can intervene

 

And they won't,

No they won't

 

Here we are,

on midsummer nights,

sipping a fine chablis,

on Sunday mornings,

we pray,

whispering a homily,

our love is Heaven sent,

on that we absolutely agree,

our future,

eternal,

you and I can finally foresee,

the purity of true love

 

An endless flow,

of purity,

the security,

of knowing the Creator is pleased,

spritually,

chosen are we,

as one our families,

absoutely,

unconditionally,

two streams trickled into a river

and the river flowed effortlessly,

into a Sea of Tranquility

 

With the love we share,

only the spritis can intervene,

and they won't,

No,

they won't

 

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Wed, 06 Apr 2011 06:31:00 -0700 WHEN I THINK OF YOU http://dgreaves.posterous.com/when-i-think-of-you http://dgreaves.posterous.com/when-i-think-of-you

When

open my heart

i see your face

then your smile is lost

without a trace

miles apart

nights bittersweet

still i try to sweeten our dream to taste

 

confined by time

lost in space

our circle complete 

yet somehow erased

our motives undefined

running in place

how can we hope to win the race

 

orbiting the moon

true  love we chase

only

i loose communication with your world

when i land at tranquility base

did we learn too much 

too soon

at times our discord out of tune

yet still i sing amazing grace

 

once lost but now i have found

life without you is a worthless place

still i hear reverberate the shattering

of two  hearts like a priceless vase

no one cares

ignoring the sound

summer  nights once wrapped in lace

now isloated during winter 

without your embrace

 

my emotions abound

running from gomorra

then foolishly  i turn right back around

praying to the father

what am i to do

these thoughts i ponder

when i think of you

 

can we survive

another day

if our love song is now

the sweetest taboo

i walk around 

quite subdued

how can my heart revive

if i find the right church

yet always sit in the wrong pew

 

a dove once plucked

an olive branch

loves purity like his feathers

pure white in hue

a second chance

to love again

yet storm clouds obscure this destination

as he flies helplessly above the mew

 

our  love once the color of tangerine

you were my ray of sunlight

dancing  on morning dew

now i see  a fiend

in plain view

bragging about the dove of peace

he recently slew

 

driving through the town

trying to locate  our love lost

yet inexplicably i turn back around

walking down my street

i see a piece of cotton candy gum discarded

a child refused to chew

did she not like the taste

should we continue

these thoughts i ponder

when i think of you

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Tue, 05 Apr 2011 05:40:00 -0700 MAKE THE INVISIBLE (VISIBLE) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/make-the-invisible-visible http://dgreaves.posterous.com/make-the-invisible-visible

hey my lady..check it out

when i am done with this joint i want you 2 walk away

run away

whatever..just far enough away

so you can determine if 

i am full of shyt

 

lemme drop the real...

 

my approval rating was going 

through the roof

but the severity of your tears

was absolute proof

bullshyt is

what a fake brotha does

i almost went from a coulda been

shoulda  been

2 a never was

 

everybody gatherin around

down

with my syncopatic 

flow

but in private my autocratic

ways would show

was never democratic

in my false accusations

what you thought was drama ending

was in fact a continuation

of my instigations

so busy accepting congratulations

and salutations

i didnt realize my life had become

an abomination

 

i had 2 take a 

look within

accept my guilty admission

make the invisible

visible

and produce evidence

admissible

in the court of your private opinion

 

check it out..

 

i was  tired of living 

in the shadows of my betrayal

brother dee

is so righteously 

real all my fans would hail

but  

our reality paled

in comparisson

2 the garrison

i erected 

around  my foolish heart

thought i was protected

but i was vunerable from the start

when adulation produced vanity

cant even plead insanity

because the glove sho nuff fit

straight real

i was  full of shyt

 

you see

i could rub 12 poo nah nees

kiss 16 sets of breasts

and feel one perfect ebony azz

but after the lust is gone

how could i move on

without a love that can last

i dont need to be caught up

in what the fucks

wake up

not knowing names

just another  notch 

on my membrane

ignoring  the smoke 

until i was trapped in the flames

created by 

my bullshyt lies

 

baby 

open your eyes

and realize

there is a big azz world out there

waiting for you

until i represent the copacetic

black esthetic

do what you must do

and if you find a brother

who can provide

i will wish you love

and step to the side

think about the love i lost

and weigh the cost

but i wont hide

 

i will just take 

a look within 

accept  my guilty admission

make the invisible

visible

and  produce evidence 

that is admissible

in the court of your private opinion

 

you see

true love is the creators dominion

so  while  i was dominating

verbs and nouns

i was forsaking

the greatest love i had ever found

real men 

cry real tears

and dont defend

the tears of a clown

actin in stereotypical fashion

then harrasing

the system for  being unfair

how could i rise 2 my destiny

if i was 2 lazy

to climb the stairs

but  

you best believe i wont stay

this incomplete

one day soon i will be a brotha

a quality woman seeks

but right now i have alot of work 2 do

2 break on through

2 the  positive side

 

i know  it wasnt all bad

we had one hell of a ride

but when  the carnival leaves town

there is a mound 

of trash left behind

i wasnt looking 4 your love

i was searching 4  signs

she cant be this honest 

this  genuine

this real

so i went 2 the jury 

in a state of fury

presenting my appeal

my rebuttal

was in trouble from the start

a jury cant 

stand  a man

who breaks a womans  heart

so i guess i was fated 

2 be incarcerated

by circumstantial evidence

standing up there tryin 2 vent

but my bullshyt 

wasnt relavent

to the case at hand

i was a fukced up man

 

so i had 2 take

a look within

accept my guilty admission

make the invisible

visible

and produce evidence

admissible

in the court of your private opinion

 

 

that is all i have 2 say baby

you are a damn good lady

i wish you the best

you deserve it for real...

no i want you back

no appeal

love you always ...peace

 

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Fri, 11 Mar 2011 12:01:00 -0800 CONFLICTING VIBES http://dgreaves.posterous.com/conflicting-vibes http://dgreaves.posterous.com/conflicting-vibes

Conflict

laughter filled nights

serious days

comedic acts

dramatic plays

i move out

you walk in

the ending

of our beginning

sending

conflicting vibes

let us give it one more try

hello

goodbye

witnessing the rising

of the setting sun

walking into our destiny

away from destiny we run

defining time when yesterday ends

today beginning as lovers

tomorrow wanting  to be friends

can friends ever be lovers

if we pretend

to ignore the conflicting vibes

inside of us

enjoying the amusement of the park

with bemusement

casually ignoring the darkness of our hearts

living love on a roller coaster

of love so new

ending 

when we are beginning

yet not through

our aurora borealis

actually a will o the wisp

once celestial brightness

now a blighted light flickering

in the ghostly mist

tear stained pillows

once saturated with the salty sweat

of our shared passion

now we ration

emotion

downsize

devotion

speaking of getting away

yet giving into the notion

of living separate but equal lives

husband and wife in name only

sleeping together

yet forever lonely

two distant islands joined only

by our tears forming a bitter stream

what does it all mean

i say love is sweet

you say it is rather sour

both powerless

yet in need of power

a king and a queen

of separate countries

with no discernable populations

truth becoming insinuations

facts forming into factless abominations

until a once beautiful situation

now permanently resides

within the conflicting vibes

inside of us

as you and i wave a fond farwell

to trust

 

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Tue, 08 Mar 2011 05:27:00 -0800 SECRETS OF OUR SMILE http://dgreaves.posterous.com/secrets-of-our-smile http://dgreaves.posterous.com/secrets-of-our-smile

Smile

what am I to you

whom do you see

We living on the outskirts of reality

yet uncomfortably existing within the confines

of our anonymity

in this the autumn of our lives

our Septembers have become unseasonably warm

people mindlessly enjoying the day

while we anticipate the coming evening storm

and as the first raindrops fall upon the grotto

staining the tiles

from our shared destiny we shall remiain

for voluntarily we choose to abstain

while ensconsed within the secrets of a smile

 

What does she mean to me

who is he

milling impatiently about

on your periphery

people accepting friendship zones

and the erogenous moans

of seductive tome

in place of seeking love's true destiny

so many

never find only seek

an introspective peek

only to discover falling leaves as October looms

the whippoorwill singing in perfect harmony

with the sweeping sounds of brooms

only to very soon

face an approaching winter of discontent

alone with time misspent

admiring our profiles

while we live in consternation within

the secrets of our smile

 

Can our love hope to withstand

a voluntary mutiny

to save yourself will you plead

to a temporary insanity

who are we

to try when most have failed

staring into the stained glass portals

of our inebriated minds while

the northern winds in October skies croon

a whiter shade of pale

skipping the fading light fandango

eating an out of season mango

while replaying the lowlights

contained withing our conversations

waiting for a night visitation

that never comes

tell me

what parts

of our hearts do we use

in this the autumn of our lives

is there any purity of emotion that has not been abused

the painful memory of past failed romance

we file

accepting the feelings of emptiness

that only bear witness

to living within the secrets of our smile

 

Can you withstand

my unfounded scrutiny

while the pinpricks of your diatribe

remain so tiny you cannot see

the pain I endure

to secure

our reservation for November's blessings

are we regressing

into a doubtful embrace

I admiring your contours

you ignoring the pain you've painted upon my face

a portrait of lost seasons

thus the reason

most who try fail

for ultimately

we are impaled

upon the cross of our insecurities

tell me

what am I to you

whom do you see

it is now Decemberr

and as the snow begins to fall

it obliterates the steps we have taken

and most importantly the upcoming miles

we must walk

to emerge as one  from the secrets of our smile

 

 

Inspired by the Candace and Midnite Show's various topics.

thank you Ladies..respect and admiration.

 

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Mon, 07 Mar 2011 15:13:00 -0800 SUNSET OVER SAN SEBASTIAN http://dgreaves.posterous.com/sunset-over-san-sebastian http://dgreaves.posterous.com/sunset-over-san-sebastian

Sunset

Kiss me

as if our breathing is dependent

upon your lips touching mine

my body longs for the warmth

of your tongue still bearing the faint aroma

of Castilian wine

give in to me my love

let us begin this morning

sharing adoring

gazes

as we cycle through the phases

of our romantic tour

MI AMOR

YO SOY TUYO

My love, I am yours

forevermore

 

Come my love

let us share a breakfast of warm croissants at Regatta

and linger as the locals enter then depart

smiling as they see two lovers

sharing one heart

may I impart

one bit of breaking news

before we join the world

may I peruse

your body for clues

to hidden mysteries I have yet to explore

MI AMOR

YO SOY TUYO

My love, I am yours

forevermore

 

La Parte Vieja (the old part of town)

is waitng for you my sweet

of course I know how much you love shopping

at quaint boutiques

wake up sleepy head

don't hide under the sheets

this glorious morning is begging

for you and I to be

completely and absolutely free

of all restraints

so what do you say

after you shop we will take a morning dip

and then partake in a guided tour

MI AMOR

YO SOY TUYO

My love, I am yours

forevermore

 

Yes,

the Basque Country during estate(summer) is very nice

okay Miss calorie counter

after lunch we will take a liesurely hike

to visit the Statue of the Christ

during the hike feel free to admire the breathtaking view

while I enjoy

in this picturesque setting the loveliness of you

what would you like to eat?

something small?

okay they have a nice variety of tapas here

I will order the mixed olives and cheese

also you must try chopitos

here try some

I won't tell you what it is until you taste it

open your mouth...come on baby open

there I knew you would like it

it's fried squid

oh now you want some more!

baby love

MI AMOR

YO SOY TUYO

My love, I am yours

forevermore

 

You're asking if we have time to make love before dinner?

HELLO! Baby, it's me D'ee

you have to ask

in the Basque country

the day is timed

by romanitc displays

of affection

let's be adventurous

I will ask a local if we can find a secluded part of the beach

some sort of protection

but I want to make love to you

under the canopy of the Creator's brilliant skies

I love you so very much

and do you know why?

because I am absolutely devoted to your happiness

and it is only you I adore

Oh my love

MI AMOR

YO SOY TUYO

My love, I am yours

forevermore

 

The barman tells me Aldanondo

makes an excellent steak

I love steak so you know I can't wait

he says the sea trout is very good as well

baby,

doesn't it feel wonderful to have left the hell

of our reality behind

just you and I

your hand in mine

moving to the liesurely rhythm of Olde Spanish time

I wish we didn't have to go back home

have you noticed

with the exception of checking on our children

we haven't touched our cell phones

oh by the way

tonight there is something very important I have to say

oh no..you must wait

until the sunsets over San Sebastian

why?

because I never want you to forget

the day we first met

when we first kissed

the moment we both said I love you

the first time we made love

and...Ahhh..I see the sun is setting over the ocean

and when

on bended knee

I asked you

to please marry me

YOU WILL!

come baby

there is wine to be poured

my future wife

MI AMOR

YO SOY TUYO

My love, I D'ee

am yours

FOREVERMORE

 

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