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….