D.Greaves http://dgreaves.posterous.com Well Veresed. Never Rehearsed. posterous.com 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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Tue, 01 Mar 2011 04:14:00 -0800 CLOSE MY EYES http://dgreaves.posterous.com/close-my-eyes http://dgreaves.posterous.com/close-my-eyes

Closed

check it out

ladies put the coffee down

stop multi tasking and just read

because right about now 

a brother needs your full and undivided attention

retention 

being what it is in a human being

i need you 2 believe what you are seeing

where or when

some questions that have a genesis in doubt

we fail 2 comprehend

is he really your brother

is she truly a friend

hiding behind our doubts

and calling it strength

talking abouth how we are willing

2 run a marathon for the sake of  love

getting tired when we hit a quarter length

now

both genders do indeed fit into

certain stereotypes

problem is 

both genders tend to believe the hype

i mean why are we more willing 

2 read self help book than help ourselves

and why  do we seek relationship advice

yet we are so darn quick 2 advise our friends

on relationships

like we hip

2 the game of life

but if we are truly hip

why when it is time 2 swim

in the deep end of the cesspool

called dating

or if it is really raw and uncensored

mating

we end up debating

mind manipulating

a frustrating 

cycle of hearts lost 

whereabouts  unknown

20 second timeout ladies

i hear some cellies ringing

lets pause 4 the casue

so yall can deal with your immediate reality

you can get come back 2 me

brotha dee aint going nowhere

i swear

........20...10..5...4...3..2...one

sure you are done

dont rush back just because we are on a vibe

somethings in our lives 

just dont slide

and tonight i dont want you asking why

you cry

everytime  you close your eyes

 

now i wonder i cant deny

that old saying  everybody wants 

2 go 2  heaven but no one wants 2 die

mirrors  reflecting the true intentions

of our souls dont lie

and lies tend 2 magnify

when you swap spit

or hit it and quit

or tame the shrew

or flikka da bic

point being 

the wounds that dont heal

tend 2 be revealed

by our nakedness

yall bear witness

the brother with the gift of gab

his sweat shirt dont reveal

the stomach flab

and his soul cant have 

a confab

with yours

2 bad

so sad

he gotta go out the door

the sister who give you an erection

body banging from the wonder bra

and girdle protection

trippin about the cute little mark 

left from her last c section

but her mind is so full of insurrection

that  a  brother cant wait 2 give her directions

back 2 her crib

i raised my baby

so i dont have any more bibs

get 2 steppin nah mean

now...hold up

why are you ladies reading this 

during stops in traffic

drive safely and finish this joint

when you get home

or at lunch look up dgreavesthe poet

on your smart phone

i will get back at you later on

go make them skittles

that 401 k

aint gonna pay 4 itself

i just dont want 2 hear through 

the grapevine that your hope 4 love

your  quest 2 be in love dies

everytime you close your eyes

 

how was your day

same old same

mine

i cant complain

i drink wine 

but i dont like 2 whine nah mean

what do you need 2 know about me

okay...briefly this is brother dee

love is not a free

standing structure

it needs and requires a foundation 

of devotion

trust and respect

you see love can make you feel good

but without the foundation eventually

love wont make you feel worthy 

of being loved

because you cant fall in love with me

if you are out of touch with you

feel me

i dont hustle back

back track

or retract

any statement

meant from my heart

i know the start 

of any association has both parties

putting the best stuff out there

truly i am aware

so i wait 

and contemplate

and meditate

because my fate 

can rest on anyones chest

but my lord understand

i am a man

words dont define who i am

they are only a snapshot

and should be viewed as such

i like 2 touch 

and hug

but i wont bug 

you if you are in a mood

wont disturb your groove

2 ensure our destiny

if we have one

i dont hold on 2 yesterday

that tight

dont live 4 tonight 

if it is  early afternoon

dont plan 4 the future

unless we both have put down payments

on  our house of love

half and half

no secret stash

i dont gash

slash

and burn

wait 4 my turn

yearn if it aint my turn

or spurn 

the potentiality 

of loves harmony

becasue i have been there when it was

both sweet and sour

and i know now 2 people in love 

have the power 

to overcome 

anyone 

with bad intentions

love is not an invention

it is a blessing

so i dont go messing 

up the fathers cup

of salvation

and love in its purest form

can heal

so i appeal

2 all of you ladies

i hurt just like you

pretend not 2 be hurt just like you

convince myself i dont need you 

just like you do

i do aspire 2 be a be a better man

and real rap i feel i am 

damn

good right now

all i need is a woman 

who can show and tell

with no subterfuge or surprise

because i need to trust  you

when i lay down with you

and close my eyes

 

have a great rest of your day

by the way

never forget that you are a queen

nah mean

peace and blessings

 

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Sat, 26 Feb 2011 12:44:00 -0800 BUTTERFLY AND BUMBLEBEES http://dgreaves.posterous.com/butterfly-and-bumblebees http://dgreaves.posterous.com/butterfly-and-bumblebees

Butterfly

I feel like a butterfly

fluttering around  your blooming flower

counting down the hours

until we make love again

 

I feel like a bumblebee

stopping midflight to see

if my cache of sticky honey

is sweeter than the day before

 

I feel like a butterfly

floating in the sky

gliding on the cross currents of your love

as you go breezin by

 

I feel like a bumblebee

working towards our shared destiny

the more I keep moving girl

the faster I can ask you 2 marry me

 

you make me feel like

a  butterfly 

a bumblebee

a tiny kitten stuck in a tree

who doesnt want 2 come down 

from his high

and your love is the reason why

 

I feel like a butterfly

bursting through my mental cocoon

making your heart swoon

when love season is in bloom

 

I feel like a bumblebee

flying over the vastness of the sea

though I get tired 

I cant expire

until you are the last beautiful face i see

 

I feel like a butterfly

on the cusp of spring

making a request to the hummingbird

for your love please do sing

 

I feel like a bumblebee

your love is my finality

no need 4 me play with the birds

when I can make love 2 you 

4 eternity

 

you make me feel like

a butterfly

a bumblebee

a tiny kitten stuck in a tree

who doesnt want 2 come down 

from his high

and baby

you are the reason why

 

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Sat, 26 Feb 2011 09:04:00 -0800 LOVELY LADY http://dgreaves.posterous.com/lovely-lady http://dgreaves.posterous.com/lovely-lady

Kiss

Lady pull back and take it slow

The night belongs 2 U and I Let's go with the flow

What do you say?

Lady I know you've tossed around

Stormy relationships don't make a sound

Unconditionally lovin the wrong type of men

The way they treated U was a sin

But I don't play

Lady come rest your tired mind

Within my embrace you will find

Comfort from life's hectic pace

I'll lick your lips and enjoy the taste

Is that okay?

Lady I admire your poise and sexy profile

Hope U don't mind me chillin 4 a while

In the wetness of your April shower

Your creamy filling I will devour

Today

Lady I will pour a glass of wine

Relax your body, massage your mind

Make sure there are enough bubbles in your bath

Extacy and D'ee it's simple math

Let me make you come right away

Lady don't fret over your stressful day

I will force your body 2 dip and sway

Shake uncontrollably

In orgasmic totality

Kiss your sweating brow when you lay next 2 me

Your commands I will obey

Lady I know you vibe on consistency

I'm trying hard 2 be the man you need me 2 be

Not trippin over petty things

On my word I want you 2 wear my ring

One day

Lady it seems your getting wet

Come on let's have a night we won't soon forget

Exploring the deep recesses of our minds

Work it just like that in perfect time

Fourplay

Lady U see what most won't see

A brother Dee without intensity

 A man who will tend 2 your every need

Treat your children like they're my seed

As a family we will stay

Lady don't cry I'm not going anywhere

The Supreme doesn't have many blessings 2 spare

I am in Heaven when you lick your lips

Never did I have 2 give you tips

Got me coming like flowers in the month of May

Lady when U reach the point of extacy

I will bite your tongue ever so gently

Breathe on me baby while my body jerks

One more go around let's call out from work

As we lay

Lady I don't know what 2 do

Mere words can't define what I feel for U

Many nights when I watch U sleep

I pray 2 God your soul 2 keep

In every way

Lady it's the begining of our cosmic ride

You sliding on top of me

My love inside

Grasping firmly your lovely hips

Dip, dip drip

We embark on a trip

Our personal foray

Are you mine?

Do you see the signs?

Am I coming right on time?

If loving you is a crime

Let me do the time

Have another glass of wine

And when I bump you grind

Yeah baby

Just like that

Just like that

 

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Wed, 23 Feb 2011 05:56:00 -0800 LAST WILL http://dgreaves.posterous.com/last-will http://dgreaves.posterous.com/last-will

Will

Gimme the quill

these words will be heard 

when I am gone

bitch niggaz  live 2 die

warriors live on

 

Dear God 

as I write this letter

it could be my last will

the world made me drink  poison

from the cup

and I've had my fill

so called friends stood over me

makin sure not a drop was spilled

begged the world 2 chill

it pizzed in my grill

never have I hurt anyone

cuz i know the man I am

no grey

I would give my life

4 those i love 2 live another day

 

 

Momma be proud 

of the man  you raised

I will be bajan until I die

and put in the grave

but dont bury me 

burn me do the creamate

throw my ashes 

to the memory of a defiant slave

with 40 lashes

resigned to his fate

momma I always  said  

the love you save is the love you make

but the world hates 

a love that refuses to break

even when we didnt speak

I knew I was loved

only a momma can have a brothers back

when push comes 2 shove

remember I came 2 you in tears

when my marriage broke apart

you comforted your youngest son

even though it broke your heart

aint nobody can tell me 

you not a queen

cuz you faced the world with defiance

and refused 2 be mean

so know you have always been

my role model to whom I aspire

I will love you until my heart stops beating

and my breath expires

 

Little daughter

I only live for you

gotta make damn sure 

that you make it through

I see your grace under pressure

and it makes me proud

remember that when my body is 

wrapped in burial shrouds

no one can touch your spirit 

long as I breathe

the devil cant mess with thee

you are here by a supreme decree

and I will one day see

you crowned a queen

either floating on a cloud

or part of this wretched scene

I will always protect ya

 

Dear Ex,

much respect

damn we almost had it all

but love can't prepare

young hearts for the fall

so much time wasted

trying to vent

until the summer of love

becomes the winter of discontent

but know this

no femme I was with

could call out out of your name

not without me gettin 

quietly insane

you almost died

to have my seed

apologized to me 

as you internally bleed

we had our time together

but it was time 2 move on

I pray all your dreams come true

for every star you wish upon

 

as for my blood brothers

and soul kin

where would I be 

without you men

we stand strong 

2 belong

in this world of sin

only we truly know 

how much being a black man hurts

but we shout fuck the world

and get ready for work

taking care 

in the midst of despair

knowing life aint fair

but we know it takes  two eyes

to make a pair

and we see the prize

and we will get over 

even if it means our demise

you know how we do

I am through

 

yo...fuck the rhyme

yo devil mr say fake tan

fuck you man

you been around a long azz time

even tried to tempt the christ

and yeah I gotta admit 

you have done one helluva job

robbing humanity 

of basic human decentcy

but..you never got to me

I saw right through you

because my love of the supreme

overcame your hatred

so check this out

I aint runnin from you

cuz on the real 

you cant kill what the supreme created

in his image

all you can do is try to convince 

us to kill ourselves

and you runnin out of tricks

one last thing to say I suppose

in the name of my father

two middle fingaz and toes

cuz while you was paying attention to me

you didnt bother 2 look behind you

yeah..what would Jesus do

vengeance is mine sayeth the lord

and the Lord is right here 

protecting me

 

Anybody out there going through hell

remember this

you can only die if you refuse to live

so get up

walk proud 

and if the world dont dig your stroll

its kool

cuz they dont have control

over your will 2 live

what God gives

no one can take away

unless you give it away

or sell it

or sell out....

 

I am out..fade to black

black 2 the bone nah mean

 

 

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Tue, 22 Feb 2011 07:48:00 -0800 KIA'S SONG http://dgreaves.posterous.com/kias-song http://dgreaves.posterous.com/kias-song

Black_angel
Shhh....

hush little baby

as the angels sing a lullabye

heavens chior

reaching higher

until their song of praise warms the sky

they sing for the single mother

who begins her day with a sigh

for the little brother

who witnesses his best friend die

the angels melody so beautiful

even the most high

begins to cry.

 

Nothing on earth can be wrong

when the angels are singing

their Kia song.

 

There are subtle energies

a synergy

floating around most of us

faith controls our fate

when as children of the supreme

we always trust

when men turn swords into plowshares

and bring forth fruit from the bitter dust

the human aura

is an aria

that expresses a positive sacred force

be you chemically addicted

spiritually conflicted

or constricted by the pain of divorce

let the hurt run its  course.

 

And remain strong

while the angels sing

their Kia song.

 

Hush little baby

for very soon she must fly away

angels only visit

when one is living in the darkest days

come what may

demons you will slay

when you learn how to truly pray

of course we are human

many times we will disobey

but God is love

Jesus above

will never  betray

you love

a white dove.

 

Rests after flying so very long

delivering an olive branch of peace

while the angels sing 

their Kia song.

 

Lucid dreams

can be an insight  into

our reality

no need to wish upon a star

if intentions are pure you will surely see

and the strength of your soul

will rise above all  adversity

no man or woman will defeat you

if you trust in your divinity

for the creator made you in his image

and yes you fulfill the prophecy

yes baby.

 

Unfortunately our personal angel 

wont be here long

for the angels are finishing

their beautiful rendering

of Kia song.

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Sun, 20 Feb 2011 15:54:00 -0800 THE LAST LOVE SONG http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-last-love-song http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-last-love-song

Love_song

Tell me

is your love contracting

retracting

from a lack of use

were you truly acting

a leading actress on too many rainy nights

and much too much dry vermouth

 

Tales of love abound

in the recesses of forgotten minds

yet when the stars neglect to align

the combined

confessions

or our shared affection

leave us love struck and colorblind

no colors to discern

lust being a short term

answer to angels dancing

in the grottos

of ghetto avenues

to mixed reviews

 

Tell me

did you really mean it

when you said I was the one

or was I a gluton

for the religion

of a poisoned

perversity

was your interest in me

strictly

confidential

non essential

in the large scheme of things

 

Tales of our woe abound

differing in delivery

from mouth to mouth

what can our love

truly be about

if it doesn't have the clout

to silence our doubts

baby

do I have to rediscover

the man in me who once hovered

above our reality

are you and I truly meant to be

or should our intensity

 have been delayed

until

the last love song was played

 

Tell me

do you think of me

when waking to begin your day

or does my image bounce and sway

on a ray

of sunlight obscured by clouds

are you still proud

to be my baby-boo

do you replay

the passionate love we made

or a love forbade

the demons we slayed

or the nights we prayed

the wilted bouquet

or the cost we defrayed

to be hopelessly in love

when push comes to shove

do you believe in what we portray

or does our portriat belay

the cost of love we neglected to weigh

say

sweetly

that you love me

totally

absolutely

and I will respond in kind

do we now lock into a love everlasting

or remain fasting

intil the light of heaven penentrates

the darkness of our minds

do we remain frozen in time

images of once upon a time

now a crime

scene

reams upon reams

of film documented

augmented

by our doubts

 

Tales of love lost in paradise

sacrificed

to the whims of chance

our romance

our rants

our dance

in Paris, France

the wine

the sunshine

the April rain

images forgotten in our minds

lost to time

caputred only in pain

a trance

a moondance

that once enhanced

our love now broken by the shaman's spell

maybe

it's just as well

 

Tell me

are you ready to walk away

now our today

is on the precipice of a future sublime

is the time

in the hourglass

at last

out of rhythm

lost in senseless rhyme

now your heart refuses to communicate

with mine

will we refuse to climb

obstacles now

in the prime

of our love lives

can we hope to survive

will we continue to be starved for love

or revive

our love long delayed

pardon me

mon cheri

I will wait for your confession of love everlasting

when the last love song has played

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Sun, 20 Feb 2011 01:51:00 -0800 THE MAN I AM (I AM D'EE) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-man-i-am-i-am-dee http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-man-i-am-i-am-dee

Dee

Here I sit

content

surrounded I am by those who know

THE MAN I AM

and accept me for the

beautiful

fractured

faulty

Dee-fiant proud Black man

I have finally become

the smoke of my vanity tossed onto the bonfire

glows red like the envy of those who seek to be me

yet refuse to confront the reality

of their mypoic vision

with a gem gutter's precision

I have shaped my black diamond heart into a pendant

I wear with honor

with an assassin's 20/10 vision

I received permission to destroy the old D'ee

what I was

or rather,

what you claimed I chose to be

with an emancipator's descision

I have broken free of rusted chains

to reclaim

my name

and refocus my aim

free of derision and pain

and now finally I am surrounded by those who know

THE MAN I AM

 

No declaration of love is needed

for we noble few seeded

ghetto fields once barren and devoid of life

no wife

ex or current

no deterrent

can break our bond forged in the battles we have fought

and survived

so my brothers

continue to imbibe

while I scribe

writing with blood captured when my heart leaked

7 days prior

from a desire

to be a fool

participating in an atmosphere of sycophantic erotic worship

never has that been me

for long ago I was told real men make love

to real women in secrecy

and tell only tales of devotion

of unconditional love and emotion

remember those

who were resold into bondage

the names we blasted on tenament walls as a remembrance

rest in peace brave soldiers

you were much bolder

than I

your only fault was believing in those professed love for you

but never bled at your side

when the rising tide

of deciet

was within mere feet

of our fortress of solitude

so what am I to conclude

as I sit with those who know

THE MAN I AM

 

Ghetto years akin to dog years

I am not 45

I am 215 years old give or take a leap year

what have we witnessed my brothers

the destruction of bonds

the exile of trust

the taste of acrid dust

the bile of misplaced lust

the Utopian dream of Camelot fictitious

as the swords we thrust

into a fantastical illusion

and despite these untimely intrusions

we could never lie

not while looking into our eyes

not reaching for the sky

not when our souls asked why

and not even when collectively we received nothing but questions

and the only answer was

the repression

of our natural selection

to be kings

the finer things

I have never sought

I never allowed my worth to be bought

or bartered

a self-starter

I have been time after time

and here finally is my reward

as I find

myself surrounded by those who know

THE MAN I AM

 

Not in words

not in blurbs

not in blogs

not in love senitment etched in logs

but in my devotion

in my emotions

in sterotypical notions

I have dispelled

hear me know

did I not live to tell

not in wishing wells

not in a damsel's fainting spell

but in the lofty place I reside

in Black Pride

in truth I relied

when through falsehood and rumor many

men have died

desptie

the sweet words whispered by women

who defied

the calling of angels to unite

and now I fight

not with pen

not to upend

not to pretend

not to bend

nor break

nor ever forsake

who I am and the promise of what I can be

I AM THE D'EE

yes indeed

I ponder much as I sit surrounded by those

who know

THE MAN I AM

 

The music of our shared birthright

lingerts upon this night

the suspicion of those outside

remains outside of our sphere

as we shed happy tears

and recall the years

apart

our hearts

filled with joy

as we recount the journey of a man

from a boy

each and every man present facing death by choice

our palms moist

with anxiety

as we

remember details

that would render even the spirit's pale

and yet

we refused to fail

refused to consign our fates to any man or woman's

Holy Grail

and yes

still our dreams do sail

for we finally have a comprehensive plan

such is my thoughts as I sit surrounded  by those

who know

THE MAN I AM

 

They ask me

why 7 days prior did you not call

why did you choose to fall

alone

why not pick up the phone

why not roam

why did you not reach out to us brother

we heard your plaintive moans

but we know

you being the man you are

you willingly decided to spar

with the demon

but damn

you could have died

your brillaint mind could have been fried

your blessings could have been denied

dammit Brother D'ee

WHY!!!

I smile and respond quietly

because.....

I AM THE D'EE

and I knew instinctively

that my pain would have caused a malestrom of mayhem

to commence

you brothers know the Obeah blessed me

with a 6th sense

I am your brother

a man without pretense

densely

layered

I compare

to no man past, present or future

yes I admit my heart was bleeding

and I sutured

it on my own

and I have grown

to accept the dynamic force I represent

but without the time spent living

within the Hades

of my misery

I would not be here

at this very moment

surrounded by those who know

THE MAN I AM

 

A reluctant leader

I have always been

yet a friend I have been

in the end

my love and undying gratitude for the women I have met

such are my words of respect

for each and every one set

the bar higher

gave me goals to reach

and dreams to aspire

need I say

they inspired

me

to be D'ee

for I have confirmed some salutations

and outright denounced accusations

to secure my station

and pour libations

to the D'ee that once was

and hell yes

from this day forward refuse to be

for even those amongst me know not

the contant evading of shots

the mental rot

the boiling pot

the cauldron of discontent

that I refuse

and what did I have to use

as defense

for refusing to be sold out for sixpence

my mind

one shaped so formidably that it is illegal

in 50 states

a fate

only God can determine

a preternatual sense of vermin

who smile

and utter blaspemous betrayal

all the while

not knowing with guile

I file

away

the time, the place

the day

not for personal retribution

but for my absolution

have they despite their treason

put a halt to my elocution

my verbosity

speaks of a singular  and spectacular curiosity

listen to me

as I speak this truth

the uncooth

must live with the absolute proof

of my rebirth

the reverse of their curse

the brothers who were not brothers

shall never find another soul sibling

like me

the women who thought so bold

to obtain a copyright

upon my my soul

have been sued

I have fought hard to retain control

of my being

thus

the man you are seeing

is an amalagamation

an independent declaration

of freedom personified

and for this man to be free

the old D'ee

had to die

and THAT is why

on this  night

I sit amongst you my brethren

 

AM I NOT PROUD

AM I NOT BRILLIANT

AM I NOT DEDICATED

AM I NOT EMANCIPATED

THE WORLD HAD A FIRM GRASP

ON MY MANHOOD

AND I FOUGHT WITH FEROCITY

REFUSING TO BE CASTRATED

SO AM I NOT A SHINING EXAMPLE

THE EPITOME

OF WHO A BLACK MAN IS

AND WHAT A BLACK MAN SHOULD BE

YES

BY THE SPIRIT'S DECREE

I AM

AND FOREVER WILL BE

THE D'EE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR

FINALLY I HAVE ASSUMED MY RIGHTFUL PLACE

AND HAVE BEEN CROWNED A KING AMONG A SELECT FEW

I HAVE BEEN CHOSEN

TO REPRESENT THE BLACK MALE ESTHETIC

AND HERE I SIT

WITH MY FAMILY

COMFORTED TO BE AMONGST THOSE

WHO TRULY KNOW

 

THE MAN I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thu, 17 Feb 2011 06:59:00 -0800 UN4GET ABLE http://dgreaves.posterous.com/un4get-able http://dgreaves.posterous.com/un4get-able

Kisses

un4get able

ur chocolate kisses

delectable

simply beautiful

4 a king suitable

ebony perfection

my love reborn

within ur resurrection

love light deflection

bathing in the warmth

of your affection

 

un4get able

other men left wanting

regrettable

mine all mine

perfection in human form

an angel devine

our astrological signs

define

your heart melting into mine

sweet scent of our love making

on a celestial ride

we will be taking

kiss among the stars

make love in the milky way

vacation on mars

 

un4get able

my need 4 your body

insaitable

angels dancing amongst us

when you move

never debatable

your voice in the morning

comforts my soul

when storms are forming

in your embrace

heaven on earth 

when i touch the face

of my angel

 

un4get able

undeniable

is your love

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Wed, 16 Feb 2011 08:50:00 -0800 SAVE THE SLAVE (a.d. 2011) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/save-the-slave-ad-2011 http://dgreaves.posterous.com/save-the-slave-ad-2011

Slaves

Start the countdown man...

 

Brotha Dee

where you see me

in  your periphery

I'm comin

gotta address 

the regress

write this summons

this aint no love joint

perfume on pulse points

not even symphonic

im tired of seeing young warriors

gettin jacked up

cracked up

shit is chronic

lemme twist the cap off this bomb

and pour some ebonics

I be

the rehab 

usin lyrical jabs

get em off the streets

and hooked on phonics

young blood

what is a hood but fabric pulled over your eyes

you puttin us in a time warp

too many bodies 2 sort

seen too damn many die

martin luther king boulevard

in every major city is a lie

I have a dream

stop the screams 

of single mothas watchin

their sons die

black rose being choked

by black weeds that sprout

retracing our slave routes

back 2 st louis senegal

two by two

black men in chains  walkin single file

got the community

down on its knees

being resold into slavery

portugese style

shit 

goree islands house of slaves

was built by a family of afro french

i.e.

that stench

you smell is black sellin out black in a pinch

cant even use a pipe wrench

so much black blood is leakin

got old folks 

givin up hope 

scared as shit at they front wondow  peepin

if jesus came 2 the hood 

he would be a victim of a random assault

cops would say

you came 2 hell 2 pray

messiah its your fault

fact is nobody cares young blood

only yourself you can save

survival of the fittest

ghetto get the shit list

in the home of the brave

you aint a player

you being played

thinkin you are free

but mentally 

still a slave

 

quantify rap lyrics 

thinkin you fit 2 pull a trigga

qualify on play station three

oh now you a nut nigga

im gettin sick of the smell 

of cordite

on summer nights

punk azz youngboys 

quick to fright 

afraid to fist fight

right 

and wrong you aint bein taught

bred by a 

livin dead father

the system already branded and bought

a reprieve

from manhood  fuckin bucks 

just livin 2 bred

 

rap sheet long as lebrons sleeve

revolutionaries

in the black judiciary

line up we got throats 2 squeeze

become a better father

or you fodder

no longer breathe

you fuckin disease

single mothas

Brother Dee aint tryin 2 romance you

trance you

or hit it and quit

this diatribe 

is 4 the evil vibes you cachin from

that young son in yo crib

talkin straight shit

disrespectin 

women he should be protectin

thinkin brain

is oral sex after he get an erection

silly philly

thinkin he can hit a target shootin sideways

gettin played 

by a system designed 2 retrace

our black roots back 2 black slaves

in the home of the brave

 

penetentiaries 

this centuries

holding cells

got 20 acres of land

I got strong young niggaz 2 sell

makin betta criminals 

education minimal

wastin lives like spent semen

dont direspect allah

when you sold 4 the demon

come out with a brand 

from the man

ex con

in a position

4 the final mission

break the black family bond

scorch the hood with napalm

been witness 

2 the dirty business

from birth

with the curse 

kill the blackyouth.com

mommas cryin

the preachers reading the psalms

own a funeral home

you cop plenty of money 2 save

everybody but the community benefittin

from coffin fittin

retracing the slave

in the home of the brave

 

I got a young daughter

be soon lookin for a potential king

young blood what can you bring

when you earned your doctorate

from attica and sing sing

not a damn thing

so see you i gotta check off

until you see the light

learned too much 

I aint gotta be in sight

2 turn yo day 2 night

I wanna help you but you gotta come real

I believe in you 

shit i will present your appeal

but here is the deal

what you know 

I taught

what you resell

I first bought

but I never got caught 

a higher elevation i sought

so now I represent 

got enuf knowledge 2 be president

and it started right here

the streets kept callin

and I stopped livin in fear

the year

1987  to be exact

otherwise known as the year philly cracked

here is the fact

from a king  young prince

the shit you talkin dont make sense

you tryin 2 teach an old dawg new tricks

but tricks are 4 kids 

and worthless men with roamin dicks

always got a second chance

aint no final descision been made

unless you choose 2 be resold as a slave

in the so called home of the brave

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Tue, 15 Feb 2011 07:44:00 -0800 DAY AFTER http://dgreaves.posterous.com/day-after http://dgreaves.posterous.com/day-after

Breakup

trapped within your silence

with whom can i confide

my innervision

infused with interpretations

of false pride

i cogitate

and deliberate

on the fickle nature of our fate

rate

our current reality

to the fantasy we anticipate

fashionably late

to the premier starring you and i

and though we try

for the hereafter

we face the day after

 

seducing the sensitvity

of our sacred fire

as the limitations of our love

expires

consigned to vanity of the bonfire

acrid smoke rising

with the reprisal

of our vows

yet we exist here and now

with on one to show us how

to forgive

and forget

and disagree with self respect

once upon a dream

was the hereafter

now we live with day after

 

the wine taste rather sour

no time for it to ferment

placing alms upon the polished marble

of our altar of discontent

i am praying

while men are baying

at the light of your harvest moon

when we greet

in the heat 

of june

i wonder if our love song will be out of tune

our love that fate once begot

now like the petals 

of a forget me not

feels like hell

so very hot

but it is the end of our hereafter

and the reality of our day after

 

vermillion

cotillions

billions and billions

inhabit this wretched earth

yet only you

my dear i adore

when i open 

my hearts door

i slip on the wine

you once carelessly poured

 

am i a child 

of the dying spirit

or the clone of a living beast

our earth in the path of celestial bodies

our love will very soon cease

cant live without you

living with you intesifies my pain

ultimately true love

we defame

devolving into adversaries

passing blame

our friends cry

oh the shame

when love is a losing game

a faithless based faith

believing in the hereafter

yet dying for the day after

 

mere words can only hope 2 define

exact moments 

within the limits of time

trapped by the spectrum of light

the prism of our fears confine

are you fully aware

how much love i once pledged to thee

do you know the fates once  shouted

beware

of weaving my love to your destiny

now what becomes of me

i cant see

the man

or the cross

a faithless faith now lost

never again

will i pen 

visions of the hereafter

when our love expired 

the day after

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Fri, 11 Feb 2011 15:36:00 -0800 HEAR ME (a total love tome) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/hear-me-a-total-love-tome http://dgreaves.posterous.com/hear-me-a-total-love-tome

Love1

Hear me

detect the longing in my dulcid tones

and if what I espouse is pleasing to thy ear

make haste and read on my dear

for my passion is built upon the foundation

of your sight and sound

the beautiful years hath departed

now return in the wistful moments we share

picnicking in Hills blushing with remembrance

of our careless, carefree affair

oh

how we dared to question fate and force time

to bend to our will

and yet no thrill

visceral

vital

vanglorious

bowing to the vainites sparked by the bonfire

of our love in bloom can hope to cojoin our love

if you do not hear me

a voice longing to be

in lust

in love

in passion

in prodigious harmonic synchronicity

with the siren call of an earth angel

gently

sweetly

lovingly

restoring a heart to its rightful place

interwoven I am

veritcally

diagonally and horizontally

to your tapestry

our tones

through our moans

slightly altered

as love escapes the confines of cowardice

desirous of finding a way home

after travelling in torturous trevail

through blinding snow and pelting hail

down forgotten avenues uncharted by men

through sin and redemption

to find you once again

waiting

anticipating

our mating in the Hills we hath called our own

and though the nuances of love waver

like our voices upon the relentless Andean winds

true love portends

to eviscerate the demon's faithless choice

for no woman

wanting

bewitching

moist

can turn my loving eyes from your beauty

my love hear me

and I will

estar entre dos fuegos

yes throw myself between the devil and restless sea

to be but one entry

in your docket of everlasting love

this we know

what should be

never is

and what is

cannot be

if you do not hear me

our journey

has yet to begin

and we face insurmountable odds

the road we trod

is littered with love's intention

the invention of hopeful designs

the intervention of passion once sublime

and yet they have failed

tales

that cast pale

upon full moon in these unforgiving hills

and still

we shant say goodbye to our friend and confidant chance

for what chances do we have

if unconditional love hath grown fatigued

by walking a path leading to nowhere

what words

shall the spirits whisper to thee

when you hear me

my passionate delivery

of this simple and quaint prose

I suppose

the contours of heaven

are shaped by this love me make

and the doubts we forsake

my life be at the mercy of demons

if I do not retrace

each faltering step

back into your embrace

my words are comissioned by the gods

and if I deny thy love

I will stand forever in judgement of the Supreme

to be cast upon

the peak of Olympus Mons

where the red dust of Mars

shall swallow my lying flesh

ah

but if you believe in me

I shall submit a request to the Supreme

for in this our winter of discontent

a spiring shall burst forth eternally

if my love you hear me

cherry blossums will flutter

like snowflakes on a steamy lawn

and dance in the Andean breeze

like marionettes

and placed upon our doorstep

will be a melody

of

YOU AND I

I AND U

U AND ME

and never again in these foreboding hills

shall the frostiness in late winter air

penetrate the layers

of my absolute devotion

for

when I think of you

when I drink to you

when I beseech the gods for you

when I reach into my soul

and cry to you

I shall remember always the first spring

of our new dawn

and the hissing of rain upon Andean lawns

if

you

can

only

hear

me

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Fri, 11 Feb 2011 08:39:00 -0800 LOOKING GLASS http://dgreaves.posterous.com/looking-glass http://dgreaves.posterous.com/looking-glass

Glass

Once I looked over

I saw an angel

on her shoulder

thought I just want 2 hold her

angel of love make me bolder

 

She walked in a meadow 

of high grass

the skies

full of contrails and contrast

only true devotion can outlast

loves demise flying a flag

at  half mast

2 the angel my fate was cast

be absolved or remain aghast

leave all pain in the past

in a burial ground so vast

this lovely vision of soul and sass

I know that i am up 4 the task

4 i am looking 

through the looking glass

 

once I looked beyond

I saw her meditating near

a mountain pond

in the month of ramadan

no need 4 stars 2 whish upon

let bygones be bygones

or surely the demon will abscond

never would I respond

like a debauched king with a harem

waving palm fronds

the angel told I have formed a bond

with a lady of culture and class

the minute that I chose

2 look through the looking glass

 

once I looked within

I knew love could begin

again

though he died 4 my original sin

my virtue I must defend

never will I pretend

2 be a mythological griffin

a man with a lions body

and wings of an eagle

true african kings 

are forever regal

so few people

will walk through the needle

many will return

2 live the sequel

but i know as I prepare 2 fast

my time in hell is at an end at last

4 I saw her waving to me

when I looked through  the looking glass

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Fri, 11 Feb 2011 06:12:00 -0800 EVENING NEWS (erotic freedom) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/evening-news-erotic-freedom http://dgreaves.posterous.com/evening-news-erotic-freedom

News

She remembered when she was 17

with Roberto at Walkers Cay

as he spread the blanket

for they

2 lay

her family enjoyed the sun

down on Abaco Bay

 

With one eye on her future

and another on an hourglass of falling sand

she lost her initial trepidation

in Robertos experienced hands

 

So with the song of songs

gently playing in her mind

while Shakespeares Venus and Adonis

was recited by the Philly muse

she lost her virginity 

before the evening news

 

So small the island 

would  become

a commune of artists 

consumed with passion

controlled by her fickle fate

she bid her family a fond adieu

and boarded a plane 4 the United States

 

bright lights  and big city dreams

never have time 2 fade

if one can sieze the time

and make love 2 life

when all but your heart has forbade

 

So attentive men would be 2 her

she had a smile 4 every willing heart

so adept she was a leaving tantalizing morsels

thus igniting a hopeful spark

 

Yet so immersed was she 

enjoying a slice of life

from a big apple enjoyed by few

she would leave men

confessing in church pews

before the evening news

 

A chinese symbol tattoed 

on her right breast

lovers would inquire what does it mean

she would smile 

in the  seductive way she perfected

and answer it means

that I am a queen

 

In actuality

the symbol meant in life

liberation one must represent

and any moment in time

lost in lust

is time well spent

 

Men would flock 2 her garden 

day and night 

never one 

yes always two

and be lost in her feminine wiles

before the evening news

 

Her secret was the way 

she would lick her lips

and the natural sway of her lovely hips

she would utter a commet meant 2 tease

and say sweetly pardon me

that was a freudian slip

 

Men would interpret 

these sudective quips

as finally

an opportunity

sadly 

so many were left 

bereft 

of sense  and sensibilities

 

So with a gardenia in her lovely hair

she would stroll ole times square

and pause 2 enjoy the sidewalk muse

and be making love

in the skyscrapers above

before the evening news

 

Blame not the woman 

who is sexually liberated

but the fool man

who is mentally satiated

who thinks he is conducting  a symphony

yet in actuality

his erotic intensity

is being carefully orchestrated

 

For if a woman

knows what she desires

and is aware of her wants and needs

far be it 4 she 

2 care when a mans heart bleeds

 

Her professor friend

read erotic poems

from straton of saris

and as he  would peer into her lovely eyes

he would imagine her naked body

in the mews

making love under a canopy

of tress 

before the evening news

 

Essays on man

fail 2 define

a fortunate moment

and forgotten time

thinking he has bitten the fruits of love

yet left with pits

and lemon rind

 

And when she would cross perfectly shaped legs

wrapped in black stockings

it was a matter of time before 

clothes were flung

and there she would be

admiring the well hung

providing electrical sparks

in a mans heart

with her  versatile tongue

 

He would wake up 

dreaming of breakfast in bed

with his dream lover by his side

yet like the ebb tide

she would choose

2 be lost in his memories

before the evening news

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Mancry

Racoon eyes

stare mystified

while we conform to so called facts

actually based on tactless exaggerations

our fragile detente destroyed

by the purity of emotions

that burst through an earthen dam

burying our idyllic Sunday morning

in a torrent of contamination

the truth has become a by-product

of man's musguided attempt to control the nature of man

the truth is a paradox

the truth is akin to a prostitute propostitioning a preacher

the truth

once digested devolves into the waste that we expel

for somehwere buried deeply within the soul of man

is a mechanism of doubt

a doubt that sanitizes the truth

and transforms concepts into absolute fact

justice

impartiality

propriety

fairness

our history is littered with these and other implausible denials

how then can we be in defense of truth

when justice is defined by men in Gothic rooms

appointed by a populace

that befriends the truth

only when the shadow of doubt

falls upon an adversary

you are wrong

I am right

yet what is right when wrongs are committed

in defense of the truth

when lies are rechirstened as rebuttals

when the scales of justice are not meant to weigh sincerity

but rather

resemble the venomous vipers of vanity

under such torrential acidic rains

detente will falter

and the levee will break under the downpour of a factious society

and as racoon eyes

cry with the mascara of civility

we commit atrocities in defense of the truth

surely somewhere in this vast universe

there are a people who understood the concepts of truth

for what is truth if not inextricably linked to

love

and what is love if it cannot be diefined

by the truth of our soul's intent

yes, I do believe somewhere out there

are God's children

the Chosen Ones

while we sit in judgement as children of a lesser god

a demonic force that demands being right

over being righteous

so intent are we to be victorious that we ignore

the torrential downpour

as it falls on us all

thus we drown together

liked forever

by fact and fiction

by truth and perceptions of truth

by aquitttal and conviction

by the promise of life

and the certainty of death

all the while vainly attempting to form closing agruements

in the defense of a truth

we have long ago stained with the concepts of our doubts

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Wed, 09 Feb 2011 06:16:00 -0800 CAVERNS OF VALHALLA http://dgreaves.posterous.com/caverns-of-valhalla http://dgreaves.posterous.com/caverns-of-valhalla

Viking

I come to you in tatters

mind, body and soul my triune

I once wrote to you using words from the gods

before an evil Germanic man stole the runes

 

You could not decipher my message

lost in translation during the continental shift

such is the folly of frivolous children

to be lost in paradise

only to accept false Utopian gifts

 

I wonder if you can hear me

once our voices carried upon the northern wind

yet over time my song of love was muted

dilluted by the coronation of our original sin

 

Such is love

or the lack thereof

when faithless fate tricks an unsuspecting mind

we retain the pit of petulance

leaving the fruits of our love labour behind

 

And

when the mountains

rose from the sediment

never were they an impediment

to our consecrated love

yet when the dove

died

the very first time she tried

to fly

in hopes of delivering an olive branch

you chose to look askance

thus

our torutred existence could not advance

beyond its intended interrment

in the caverns of Valhalla

 

I come to you now that nothing matters

ashamed of my family crest

doubting my very existence

though I have touched the stigmata

on the Savior's hands and chest

 

Before me

stands the Golden Tree

mourners amidst merriment and reverie

consigned they are to metaphor and allegory

while their minds replay a forgotten destiny

 

Marital Halls of the Chosen

revelers with drinking horn in hand

waiting anxiously for an alternative version of heaven

contemptuously ignoring wails emanating

from the church of forgotten woman and man

 

Why are we fractured humans hoping

for our soul's injunction

a brief reprieve

once you and I walked in the light of the King's Dominion

before contempt of virtue taught us to deceive

 

And

before the waters of March

filled vast empty basins

and mixed with the salinity

of a lover's anguished tears

no peer

no other woman

I placed above you

in the name of ghosts of Holy

I promised to love you

if need be die for you

my soul interred in the dark caverns of Valhalla

forevermore

or to be left upon the shores

of an Edenic Covenant consecrated in paradise

 

I come to you with no dersion

decisions

made now cast a light pale

only young hearts still bear the incisions

of long forgotten tales

 

Tell me why are the angels forming

inquiring why

we refuse to fly

perhaps you should tell them in all honesty

waxen wings inevitably melt

causing pure love to fall from forgotten skies

 

Why do I feel a cyaniding Rapture

from the apple cider your proffered

and I consumed

and why did you willingly allow the demon

to desecrate our love sign written in the runes

 

Only you and I knew the Cipher

and I held our shared virtue in high esteem

but now as my tongue tingles from ingesting the Salts of Ester

it is too late to redeem

lives lost to hapless hopes and decanted dreams

 

And

when the sun chose

to encroach upon its earth cousin

consecrating the coven

of witches and warlocks with but one evil decree

and the sea's restless tiding

now Valhalla is Rising

is capsizing

the Ark of Noah

prophesized in the Gensis of love

when the boa

constricted love when it was first torn

from the tattered remnants

of a lover's soul

leaving paradise

devoid of life

a shapeless void in a dark universe

forever mourned

by

an everlasting scorn

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Tue, 08 Feb 2011 13:51:00 -0800 LUNAR ORBIT (the real rap) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/lunar-orbit-the-real-rap http://dgreaves.posterous.com/lunar-orbit-the-real-rap

Hurt

I've dedicated writes 2 Black Pride, love-real and imagined, parents, brotherhood and sisterly affection. This one is special though. It's for all of y'all who hide your hurt with a smile.

 

Once upon a time

can become never upon an ever

it can't get any worse

really means it won't get better

holding on 2 what's lost

the cost

can't be contained

it's a drain

on your emotions

devotion

heart and brain

the same ole same

really means the game don't change

the past is prologue

only the present can be rearranged

by you

YES YOU

love lost is like a flu

that never leaves

every time you peep his or her picture

your chest starts 2 heave

and you grieve

even family members lost

can't really compare

because love is a gamble

and you lost the dare

but beware

of making snap decisions

a little frost in the morning

don't mean you abort the mission

 

WHEN YOU CAN'T WISH UPON A STAR

AND MISTAKES LEAVE NO ROOM

ASK YOURSELF

IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH THRUST

2 ESCAPE GRAVITATIONAL DISTRUST

AND ORBIT THE MOON

 

only you really know

 

years after years

the same tears you shed

started out making intense love

now you sleep isolated in different beds

the strange thing is it feels liberating

you'd rather be alone

with your cell phone

6G, lookin at dizzicks mastrubating

Ladies, don't you be fooled

a hurt dude flick mo bic

than a young boy just outta skool

straight hurting

squirting

in a tissue

'cuz he miss you

and other femmes games he don't wanna play

when it comes 2 love

woman or man

it's black and white no gray

so don't say

he's out there gettin his groove on

men are varied as our manhood

word is born

some of us are large

some rather small

some think they're a womans greatest gift

some ain't stiff

but NOT ONE can heal the rift

when love ain't making love

 

WHEN YOU CAN'T WISH UPON A STAR

AND MISTAKES LEAVE NO ROOM

ASK YOURSELF

IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH THRUST

2 ESCAPE GRAVITATIONAL DISTRUST

AND ORBIT THE MOON

only you really know

 

I heard so many brothas say I love her

but I don't trust her

man it's a package deal

trust

is a must

or time will reveal

cracks in the foundation

insinuations

become predictions

intimations

become accurate descriptions

ain't no prescription

4 what ails a heart

don't think full recovery can be found

in a brand new start

brotha, that little red wagon of drama

you're pulling around

talkin that blip that you're a man about town

but ain't nobody around

'cept red ants

and sycophants

and both bite

so tonight

my brother look within

only through introspection

can the bullshit games end

and life begin

 

Ladies

don't let me hear that ..ish bout being lonely but not alone

you know ain't nothin betta that a man you in love with

making you moan

see, if you convince the world

that you're not in pain

no one will be aware that lack of love

is making you insane

going the celibacy route

is mos def a choice

but it's dangerous

trust your inner voice

'cuz you'd be surprised how a bitch azz brotha

can make you moist

if you slippin

don't be trippin

know what you need

don't beg, bleed or plead

but please

realize the difference between wants and needs

love yourself

 

WHEN YOU CAN'T WISH UPON A STAR

AND MISTAKES LEAVE NO ROOM

ASK YOURSELF

IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH THRUST

2 ESCAPE GRAVITATIONAL DISTRUST

AND ORBIT THE MOON

 

only you really know

 

In summation

your presentation

should be a reflection

of your determination

be equipped 2 handle

negative situations

but

if you say that's it

I quit

you've lost

my friend

'cuz real love begins

when you learn 2 bend

ain't nobody perfect

past or present

okay, maybe one dude and he was killed

if you're a Christain you believe

4 you His blood was spilled

and 4 what?

so you could give up

on life's most precious gift

just 'cuz one fool left you beat up

backed up and left adrift

who is the captain of your damn ship

you or the one who slipped

trust, if you KNOW you're worth being loved

you will see them again

hanging with friends

speak without reservation

and in the end

they will remember

that they recieved a perfectly good gift of love

and returned it 2 sender

2 TEARS IN A BUCKET

shift your life into gear and truck it

'cuz a better day

begins when you look in the mirror

past the tears

past the years

past your fears

and see your rebirth

the return of your self-worth

trust Brotha D'ee I know

 

WHEN YOU CAN'T WISH UPON A STAR

AND MISTAKES LEAVE NO ROOM

ASK YOURSELF

IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH THRUST

2 ESCAPE GRAVITATIONAL DISTRUST

AND ORBIT THE MOON

 

only you really know

I have confidence in you

the question is....do you believe in you

 

peace and blessings

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Tue, 08 Feb 2011 07:47:00 -0800 WELCOME 2 PHILLY http://dgreaves.posterous.com/welcome-2-philly http://dgreaves.posterous.com/welcome-2-philly

Philly
Father forgive me

its been 6 months since my last confession

been kinda lapse

on my spiritual lessons

you would be proud of me

I turned in my sig and smith n wesson

finally got tired of stressin

 

Last night they sat

on my bed like 2 piles of dung

when it dawned one me

100 times more brothas been kiiled by black

than white men hung

 

Livin in Philly 

the city of brotherly love

actually

the city where brothas push and shove

you into a corner

coroner gets called

leave black mommas mourners

 

A city of neighborhoods

outside people think thats quaint

but as a veteran of the streets

leeme tell ya  it aint

different codes

rules of engagement

on different sides of town

the rules change from

west 2 north philly

northeast 2 germantown

 

Just because I'm not game

doesnt mean im respected

sometimes philly feels like the lost tribe

wanderin through the promised land

God rejected

so 

if you wanna flow

in philly go where you should go

not mentally slow

gotta be plain as the nose on your face

go down 2 pats and ginos 

have a cheesesteak

but know your place

welcome 2 Philly

 

Yeah shout out 2

long beach

compton

and inglewood

its all good

we know in inglewood

it aint the nba

but the stand down between cees and bees

that determine if kobe and the lakers play

 

i aint telling you

what you shouldnt already know

cops are bein killed on the regular

cartel drops

but people still flock

2 mexico

alcapulco sun

2 weeks vacation

ignoring you tube clips 

of kidnappers on the run

 

every city has stories

they refuse 2 tell

philly is a city with crackhouses

and a crack in the liberty bell

those 2 extremes

dont make it hell

but if you stray off the beaten path

brother biff i hope your swell

 

the sports complex

has 3 major sports teams

sixers flyers and phillies

ryan howard is mean

not 2 mention restautants

from soul food 2 bon vivant

and the delaware river 

is like our hellespont

thats in greece

got that from my niece

 

cat from my job once said

he and his wife hiked in the jamacian hills

i just how yall say it.smh

some people is a mental short

and way 2 late

a vacation aint where

a fool tempts fate

so before you set your plans

you should deliberate

all it takes

is one stupid mistake

 

we have in philly 

the largest in city reserve

called fairmount park

but not even residents 

are present after dark

so why should you

other than summer concerts

i gotta tell 

at the dell

outdoor venue is kinda kool

plenty of security on those nights

other than that

you a fool

welcome 2 philly

 

yeah...chicago south side 

on the ride

east of forgotten saint louis

in the shadow of the gateway arch

ghetto bombs just waitin 

4 a spark

shout out 2 june amaru

fam i see you

 

when u come 2 philly

check out the sights

the statues in the park

at night 

the boathouse lights

take plenty pics and be on your way

cuz philly 

is a city

where nobody got nothin 2 say

that dont snitch

shit 

is still going strong

enjoy yourself  

but stay where you belong

 

the spirit of philadelphia 

is a suave restaurant cruise

brothas impress your ladies

these tips you can use

the restaurants  are top shelf

so dont do the chain joints

respect yourself

after dinner drinks downtown

is a nice night cap

but do yourself a favor 

follow the map

 

every major city in america

has rich and poor 

living cheek 2 cheek

what im sayin is

dont experience the sour

2 enjoy the sweet

really aint nothin 2 fear

but fear itself

this aint a world war

but if you care about your health

have respect

dont forget

 

the reading terminal market

is world renowned

you can buy any delicacy

by the pound

and if you wanna chill 

after sight seeing all day

may

brotha dee suggest

chris jazz cafe

you gotta pay 2 park

unless you have an ark

docked down by the river

 

will smith yall know

he rep philly all the time

in interviews  

and when he rhyme

john coltrane

made his name in new york

but philly was his home

alot of talent is raised  in philly

home grown

we had revolutionaries

dignitaries

but philly cats dont like 2 brag

next barack could be 

the young cat you see

pants sagged

welcome 2 philly

 

yeah..shout out the 5 in new york

the tide

in va

houston

san antonio

remember the alamo

and know in the hood  war still brews

crews

in connet  i get a cut

and boston nothin common

wash weighin a ton

in dc

brothas gonna work it out

overtown

and the dade

brotha carlos what up fam

new orleans

nah mean

still suffering i usta dig the name katrina

much respect

2 those living and surviving

the american dream

 

im out

on one more thing 

when you come 2 philly

wipe your feet please

on the welcome mat

we got enough dirt we tryin 2 fix

we dont need yours adding 

2 the mix

peace

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