Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
He was already half in the bag when I tripped over him laying, spreaded out across the kitchen floor with a bottle of Brass Monkey wrapped in a brown paper bag sticking out his back pocket of his favorite faded blue jeans. (Come to think about it he only owned one pair). He was mumbling
The memories of a shameless lost that left a black eye and the remorseful pain that was felt is all I have which allow me to look back, discover the growth and remember a time I cherished the most. Sometimes, playing it smart may be the end of a new beginning before it starts. Shame & Remorse
When our poor choices has us playing the victim instead of reflecting and making a change. A Recipe For Failure Harlan’s golden hair blew in the air. He lived against the grain and didn’t abide by any man rules but his own. His smile was soft and angelic. He had a sexy smooth swag about himself which
I’ve left an open letter taped upon your door. I’m praying it finds you in good spirits, not thrown away onto the floor and ignored. The Choice Is Yours So, you’re grown now and nobody can tell you what to do. People can only suggest. You’re sweet like the scent of morning rain. People complement
Sometimes, maybe more than often many of our friends have nothing going for themselves and they tend to hold us back. Please keep in mind, you have the power to save your own life. Choose wisely. Life begins when one steps outside of their comfort zone. In this case, there’s no need to be a
This woman is Phine not fine but Ph to the Muthaphuckin phine. Secret Confessions Katt Leya Act I: Kattnip When I first saw her, I had this stupid look on my face. I couldn’t even look at her because she was that fine. I mean dipped in honey phine. Can’t speak cause the words won’t
Some secrets are worth sharing… She’s the tip of the blade on my sword that protected and threatened my celibacy from a distance. My five-year sacred secret of sexual abstinence fall to the floor. Since moving to Atlanta from New York I haven’t allowed anyone to touch me since. Over time, she became the craving
When you love something so much and you can’t get enough. Sweet Secretion The symptom of her love was free flowing, enchanting and delightful Someone who had to have been heaven sent Truly, a beautiful experience to behold and cherish The taste of the Queens’ sweet secretion of nectar Became my personal delicious chosen cup
Where does one start How to begin to tend and mend a broken heart Left at the alter to ponder over her loving Walter Wilted, dried up and faded roses taken out of the refrigerator Placed on an empty table Memories of a broken promise Only a few can understand A shattered dream An open
As I slowly take off my stained glasses to clean them I’ve often pondered about our late night rendezvous at Houston’s and the unforgettable smell of your perfume as you entered the restaurant forcing all heads to respectfully turn and focus, on you. It’s true, I had to be the luckiest man in the world
(Cloud bubble to self.. “I’m feeling her spirit. It transcends through from the very next aisle. I haven’t seen your face and yet… I see you, very clearly.”) The Power of Words I was studying in the library on campus and heard the sweetest voice coming from the next aisle. It was a voice I
A faded background depicts your favorite dress The leafs are changing, a scarf worn around your neck The color of autumn is telling, the turning of grass is a story you know best The book that you’re reading my gift from Hotel Le Bleu, the invisible beautiful you Please stay blessed and never forget deep
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 