WantALove

                                 

I want a love that is long lasting and true, I want a. Love that makes my heart still and beat at the same time, is it you? 

I want a love that makes me stop whatever I'm doing and give thanks to almighty jehovah, that I have been this fortunate, this blessed to be surrounded by your aura. 

I want a love that is not afraid to claim me, a love that is not afraid to tame me and tell me I'm wrong. 

I want a love Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee would be proud of. That everlasting, first thought in morning wake up call love, that "Bae is everything ok" "just cause is Thursday, not cause its your birthday kinda of love." Love that is everlasting, no spell can switch, you are my Queen... You could never be my Bitch. 

I want a love that sees me and all my imperfections, but still think I'm hand crafted perfectly. I want a love so real, you question if its as fake those 2 dollar bills, not to leave you in doubt, but that's the love I'm talking about. You never have to question my truth, because lies are wasted on the youth. I want a love that is unconditional...Traditional... As Love goes as will I... I want a love to know on my worst of worst days...I will always choose you. Grab my hand love, and "let's be nothing...I heard it lasts forever."

My another again

Not quite sure how we got here, 

Was it our vulnerability to our past.

How in your lowest of times, I can make you laugh.

Again, I find myself trying my best, again I find myself speaking in jest. 

Trying to find the difference of speaking from the heart and getting issues off my chest. 

Is love suppose to be familiar? Is it suppose to be a reminder? So I let go...of such haunting memories...of another again...No More.

Peace Be unto Her

"Peace be unto her, the world is on notice... 

She cried heavy rain from her eyes upon the clouds...

and the world noticed... 

Peace be unto the queen that strives to survive on her own...

I notice."

Mental Poison

 

                        MentalPoison

I will not be smitten by your aura, 

I pray you see thru your own hollow soul.

As you lose control of your insecurity, 

you feed the world your visual eulogy. 

control your mental mutiny...

                  Omar King McCray

Love letter

                           ❤️ Letter

I'm writing you this letter inscribed, I am sorry... I am sorry my future woman that I may never remember to empty the trash, I'm sorry to my future woman that I may constantly remind you of your tumultuous past. I am sorry that I may always forget to ask you if need anything before I journey outside to get myself some food, so rude. The gentleman in me may never want to come out to play, but the man in me will always be willing to get down on his knees and pray... I'm writing you this letter to show you that I know better... I'm sorry that my truth may never waver your belief in my past lies my queen, but I will spend a lifetime to prove it to you. No, Queen I will never second guess you, I will always and forever protect you, I will always and forever keep my integrity knowing I am solely a reflection of you... Thru and thru, keep me here with you as you are with me... My queen I am still learning...I just hope you can forgive me...

                          Omar King McCray

Tomorrow is an imagination

                 Tomorrow is an imagination...

 

What if I do not wake from this dream known as today...

Thoughts of my yesterday's, seem like mirages on my mind.

As a newborn gasping for air I grew impatient, without proper knowledge of what truly means to be... Patient, patient, patience... 

The virtue of such thing, what calm must it bring to for it be such a virtue,my goal in this love life was never to hurt you.

I dreamt of you in my imagination,I watched you in my dream, your hands were as cold wintry wind...yet I pretend it was as warm as the summer breeze you left me in...

Tomorrow will come no doubt... The question lies, will you be there... Or will it be just an imagination. 

Open Wounds

                      Open Wounds 

Timeless, feeling hopeless.

Throwing salt on open wounds, hoping they heal as fast as they were made...

Open wounds, they are meant to be used as reminders, meant to be rewound in the mind as...reminders...

Open wounds don't call to say hello, they remain, claim they're pain, I demand to be heard, I demand to be felt! 

Open Wounds...soon heal only to be remembered as reminders.

EVOL

Is it my charismas that lead you to believe in every word?

I tend to rely more so on the truth.

LOVE, the word we take out of context.

LOVE we seek, from the strangest to the fondest of places.

With a word that holds as much value as money, we spend our lives to get some monetary recognition. 

I have yet to master such mawkishness, I have yet to control my mouth from spewing such vile atrocity…do I believe my own lies, I too often played the villain in the screenplay LOVE wrote for me. What you see isn’t always the truth, and what you hear isn’t always a lie. But here I am…thoughts in mind, mentally I rewind the tracks we made together, we harmonized together, we danced to the same tune, never missed a beat, our first dance…ironically was our last one. LOVE told me to stay  and SAVE MEMORIES, HAVE SOME’; you said LOVE told you to run. To your testament of romance we never had a chance. LOVE was it my lack of ambition? LOVE was it my complacency…? Did I not hold you tight enough, was the LOVE we made not sweet enough. Did MY LIES blind you from the LOVE you thought you deserved? I can’t make sense of what is or was already broken. My heart was open like an old NYC token. So yes I am broken LOVE. But you are not my enemy OR COULD YOU BE, you see I was broken a long time ago; I just needed your empathy.  I wasted days on days, listening to LOVES symphonies, but is it that bad when LOVE doesn’t even feel like it’s singing to me. You see one left me on cusp of summer and the other left me in the middle of the devils slumber. In the heat of the night I thought to myself, “I get it” I finally get it… what’s LOVE meaning to the LONELY? What is love to those who throw it away out of some type of metamorphic scarcity?  LOVE you scare me…you ONCE was someone I looked up to, then you transformed into the enemy that takes everything I LOVE away from me… such a double entendre you are LOVE. You said you would be here LOVE…BUT WHERE ARE YOU? YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE THAT WARMTH IN THE DEPTHS OF WINTER…WHERE ARE YOU …YOU CLAIM TO BE THE APEX OF WHAT THE HEART SEEKS…WHERE ARE YOU…LOVE what a Double Entendre you are….

SunnyBoi's Blues

         Mama!!!,Don't Scream loud and cry mama, she can no longer hear you...please  no roses for mama she can no longer smell them. Mama been long gone for quite sometime now...don't cry now, no need to sigh now, stand proud in your prideful tears...don't plea to GOD to understand your pain now. Don't ask GOD WHY NOW...he will not listen. Pay attention closely to your gripes and see what they spew, look at you, see what you cry over, missing issues you found in memories that never mattered in the first place. See mama tried to warn, "shoulda' never been there mama".Take mamas hand from which you saw in the day you were born, now you cant even fathom the thought of such contemplated provoking memory...sympathy their is none, they don't reside here, don't live here anymore. See mama is no longer here to rub your wombs from her rough labored hands, mama ain't here to change that diaper, mama aint here to decipher your troubles, your tribulations, mama now resides where she cant hear you or me, no sympathy I have for you...nor does mama, cause now she can finally rest in peace.

              Poppa wasn't a rolling stone, more of the stone that kept it marks, poppa was that rock that withstood all wars, spare your thoughts of thinkin' of one without the other. Last time I checked WE were birthed through the same canal, created from the same testes, from the very man who invested in all his fatherly duties...fatherhood is somehow  ALWAYS misunderstood, held at a mediocre standard of trust, belief that we are fine without DADDY...gladly I see the features of my father creeping in, seeping in as fix my tie in the mirror. The message is plain and simple, no one wants to die of a broken heart, no one wants to sing that sorrowful psalm...no one wants to clutch a cold palm that cant grip back...sit back and wonder, have a gander at your life, and ask what things you take for granted...life isn't lived on a see saw...memories don't live as people do, don't let memories define your sorrow...because at the end of the line of a life you once treasured is now gone... 

Blood ON my HOODIE (interlude)

                                                   Blood on my hoodie Interlude
Walking past trouble everyday, I see the dirt they lay on my hands I feel the watchful eyes that glance my every path, but perhaps if they look closer, give it alil more of a look they would see stress wrinkles under both eyes, the dried up tears I cried... They don't tho... But who am I to blame, society shamed me to walk this way, talk this way...walk with a bop, screaming  hip hop made me do it, whenever I go thru it. Spare me the lectures of section 8 separate such foreshadowing hate you create to fuck up my mind, leave behind all transparent truth you think that you know about me. I walk a thin line along with my thin Sean John leather hands clutching my stomach, I still feel those piercing eyes upon my backside, run and hide? and where might that be?  In these streets the killers look just like me... I bare no sympathy... Just the hope of one day you will soon care... To stop yourself from staring and ask me if I'm okay...one day


Author/Poet/Teacher/Artist Management/Documentarian

4 Seasons

The 4 seasons
Teach for the minds of tomorrow,
Preach for the souls that are left unborrowed.
Search for the tears shed thru sorrow.
Seek joy in your trials, and seek refuge in your tribulations.
Atone all that is separate, and make right with all that is wrong with the world. Dance for the chance at freedom. Sing for the moment to rejoice loud, with glee...scream for your pride inside, don’t hide or allow your fear to reside in your heart, spread a part those demons, and wipe away the mirage of those lesions. People are like seasons, yes this is true, but what is a life without seasons...a question I ask unto you? We learn from our falls from autumn, we show our growth from the spring in our maturity, constant battles with cold wintry hearts keep the meek at bay and kind away... We too suffer but to what sum will we ever gain, we fall, we rise, all in the summer rain.

Broke Blues

Broke blues, yeah we all sung a similar tune... Hoping for better days praying they come soon. Look up and another bills is due, what else is new, I got bills on top of bills on top of student loans. I'm rubbing two quarters hoping it would turn into a dollar, this is the kind of trouble that made Marvin wanna holler, came close to a loan until my bad credit slowed it down and told me to hang up the phone! can't afford pipe dreams so I sleep on it and realize that I was awake during my realIzation. Yea I got the broke blues, the soft note blues, damn near close to singing on the train for change blues, close to pawn my wife's chain blues, but don't misuse such blues I'm no junky, just a financial flunky, who would rather look rich knowing I ain't got a dollar to my name. Shame what alittle conformity could do, I didn't buy these shoes for me, I bought them for you! I wanna feel the piercing stares as they glance at my wardrobe, knowing they can't afford such a look. But if you look deeper in my clothes you'd see holes in each pocket, lent in my wallet, empty metro cards, insufficient funds on my debit cards. Don't work till Monday but I front like everyday is Friday on my Instagram. Broke blues, I'm not going to ask mommy for it, cause in the midst of me asking, there's gonna be lecture, "your potential son, look what you've done, why are you so lazy?" Damn and all I wanted was $20 dollars and all I got was 20 cents worth of stress, in jest I should tap into my potential but damn why is it so hard to do something and so easy to do shyt!  No food in the fridge, no food in the cabinet, living off of bread and mayo till I get those benefits. Broke blues everybody has em, payday seems so far away, knowing damn well your pay is already spent away! And the same song is sung once again...broke blues...but look at my shoes tho!?

ChildhOOD rUNAWaY

             Childhood runaway
Childhood memories when they were as easy 123's, these nostalgic epiphanies I sing with style and grace, wiping frowns from faces, I once layed smiles on. I remember my curfew was the street lights, red light, green light, 123, was played behind the building along with the pigskin till we had dead skin peeling from our paws, played football in the coldest of winter it was my December, I remember warming my hands over the boiling dinner. The days in the project staircases, racing with my cousin...wasn't the wealth that made us rich, it was the love that had us well off, days spent Gazing outside the window hope filled with doubt... All I knew was the childhood I never had...

WINTOLOSE

I have to let go of my mistakes and take them for what they are...stars don't align by a small mishap but perhaps it did... Would it regret the shot it took to the sky...would it shoot for the moon and wait for a reply? I'm bothered by it, frankly I am overwhelmed. The helm is at the stake of silence, the revolt that is going on inside me! I can't win...I can't win...I lose if I chose, But a true winner knows when he really lost...

KING

The itch

(The itch)
The itch ain't that a bitch... The scar that left me with 10 stitches... The memory that left cherry kool aid stains... I cant be this obsolete where are my trends? My hash tags? My friends? My likes? So ever so contrite... I derive from self esteem issues...I smoke cause it makes my memory HAZEy... I drink cause it gives me SOUTHERN COMFORT... I found a dream in a bottle and hope in a blunt... I stunt off tricks from my own trade to make you believe in Make believe...the words I spew is necessary for truth... Cause this itch is a motherfucker!

The Wait for Hunger FREE VERSE POETRY

                                                          (Overstatement)

I teach peace thru action... You teach revenge thru reaction...I can't teach you how to BE... But I can show you how to BE! I can mold the truth in wet paint...working with "you is and you ain'ts". Pleading for mercy of what hurts me...personally I'm too in tune with myself, Need to exfoliate my bare skin I hide in. I reside in the guys who guided the 3 wise men...I'm such a prefix of previous occurrence and in case you need some reassurance...I can only assure you death and pain but I can reassure the sun will soon rise after it rains... I soon hope you will overstand my plea... That life is lived  thru the seasons... And the very reasons that we are here are to see the SUN rise and FALL...WHETHER the COLD chills of past due bills and struggle that SPRING UPON faith into those who believe otherwise... Word from the wise Be conscience... Because you can't con-science! 

                                                           (Overstatement)

Life in Gray and Black

Life in Gray and Black


Imagine if life was in fact fifty shades grayer, imagine me as a constant reminder of what color used to look like. In sight of my plight i write to escape my own true colors.  I walk a very thin line of the color blind, and behind every WHITE lie, hides a DARK truth.  Yet its blasphemy to ask of thee, thoughts not of man... But it is indeed man who etched in stone there throne of crowns, life without color... Remains to be seen as a LIFE without fear!

JoeyChandlerRoss

JoeyChandlerRoss
What makes friends so temporary? Is it the cold chill they give off like an afternoon January? Could it be the smiles they wear for miles on in, pleading for you to join in on there masquerade. I act dumb but to my own stupidity I was type casted as such unintelligible, incoherent being. Friends are a rarity, are they not? I feel obliged to speak for those who think in such doubt but all to hesitant to speak out... I release such frustration cause its more like a plague of what it really means to be...befriended... I wish to mend broken dreams, I hope set pride on its ear and allow him to hear my pulse for a change. I beg for change... As the homeless do... Hoping for a dollar in exchange... My memory
though lived and spoken in jest, they could never be refreshed, they can never be fixed or hacked or repaired... Or any other conceivable techy connotation. You ruined the word friend... And the meaning behind it... I gave you hints on its whereabouts...you just could never find it. I pray that GOD forgives me for my non forgiving heart... F.R.I.E.N.D.S. are temporary...and you played your part!

Personal Legend by Ko-Lition

Personal Legend by Ko-Lition

MADDrapperSocietyClown

The sex crazed, hyper active, criminal minded youth in genocide, run and hide the Zimmerman’s and Romney’s, but Stay Calm and tread softly! The price maybe cheap but the consequence is costly. The streets captured me! "They the SAME ones who put me ON now dudes be tryin OFF me. Petrified Forest, where the "hood rats Hump for free without having to Bogart your riches (think about it). A place where the hunger for riches outweighs the appetite for knowledge! Why college you ask? The task is more modern in the time of warfare and the call of duty refuses to answer to the people! I walk on thin ice at least twice a day, chasing pavements, the concrete floors cluttered with dog shit! Teenagers age faster than than the old folks do, they stay true to colors more than they do to their own mothers, the Feds bug us, the cops drug us, the pastor hugs us, tells us to give our life to a god who only answers his phone on Sundays, someday it will all make sense, how can my circumstance define my consequence? How can we ask them to repent when we have yet to show them the way! going through mental withdrawals, cash out thoughts of frozen deposits, my credit is shot to shit, can't take out a loan for a home. We grow up poor knowing the ceiling is living payday to payday... But the revealing truth is... We are still poor, whether morally, spiritually, financially! Being raised to be the Men and Women we are not ready to be! The best part of this worse case scenario is the fact that we believe the false pretense and make sense of our ironical circumstance.  Society’s clown we make up our identity without realizing that we allowed them to make us this way! Societies clown...