A talk with Faith

Last night I was pillow talkin with a beautifull angel. As the rain hit the window she whispered in my ear. "shhhhhh don't speak. My name is Faith and Love is also my mother I was away the last time you spoke 2 her but we've been watching you and we see that you try and you've been hurt so much that can no longer cry. I'm here to tell you that there's no need for tears because even though love is our mother some people don't find her for years. But your different you understand her your just need someone to explain it 2 and sometimes when it doesn't work the person you blame is you. The fact that you believe in her really all that she ask and if you continue to be patient you will feel your true lovers grasp. While she spoke tears ran down my face and as it filled my ears she kissed my for head smiled then disapeared.. Salahudin. H Nemley

The "Good Fight"

I wear my heart on my sleeve so I have blood on my cuff..wondring the streets so I often get bumped and sometimes my heart gets crushed...year by year I walk the streets getting bumped.. I get battered and bruised the pain comes and goes until I cry black tears wrapped in sadness...but do I wipe them...NO!... I wount hide behind walls built by heartache and sadness..I wear my tears as bages of honor..because I am a General in this war on love and happiness...I will not retreat and I refuse 2 be a casualty...I stand at attention while others wave their white flags...I will stay in this fight I refuse 2 lose and before I give up I will die Fighting this war...... by Salahudin H. Nemley

The Bad side of Love

I've cried empty tears that are filled with negative emotions. In a haze walkin the streets but I feel like I'm coasting. You know like that camara they use in a Spike Lee movie, with my mind elsewhere everything is slow motion the hippies will call the feeling "Grooovy" but wat I'm feeling feels like confusion,anger,pain,sadness, All roled up in a ball of dispare. I feel like I'm drowning and I'm reaching for thin air. Love can be like a warm bath followed by a good book or movie then turn around be like sliding in a puddle of razor blades and alcohol......But the crazy part is I wouldn't trade for the world lol....... Salahudin H. Nemley

Get to the Point

Leave me speechless,
biting bits and pieces
of my neck,
shoulder,
arm, and
fingertips.
Return and let tongues do tricks contortionist envy.
Grab me comfy.
Rest hands in soft pillows of me.
And have sheets wrapped on bed posts because nudity is what's in right now.
But fashion those cloths around my arms when ready
cuz
for now your body heat is sufficient.
My screams would announce to all those who care,
all those who are there,
here,
I mean you
that its right.
Cuz see I used to be a screamer,
the type that would just say your name upon deep eye contact.
But now they mean something,
now they hold value as you hold me up,
I didn't know you could,

are you my rock?

Two Parts

psst. ehem.. Quiet Space.. shhhh k? just lay here under these covers with me.. n.. let me hear u breathe.. please?.. can..can we lay here.. and. and.. be? can we be gone for this moment? can we be intangible to time and space?.. please? can we..be. untouchable?.. by EVERYONE?.. let's just lay, simply, n forget where we are

Me? Umm okay, sure, here? But I...I gotta..okay. What about?..okay. We can lay. Your heart speaks volumes to me, telling me that you have longed for my company, I am wondering if you hear mine too. Roll with me every couple of minutes, into a couple positions, and hold me as we fade.

SCIENZE and BEKA (collabo)

LIfe in Heels

She walks with a switch in her hips.
adding a pep to every step, she is fierce!
click clack, click clack.
those orange pumps are going to work!
on her toes she goes,
creating more callus than she had before.
her legs are sturdy, and sexy.
long and strong!
but with every step, damage is caused.
pressure on her knees, as she relies on her heels for support.
stop light
red light- stretch those legs
green light- strut your stuff
yellow light- take it slow and easy. ease the pain.
over worked calves.
over worked toes.
over worked spine.
stop light.
you're young. wear all the pumps you want.
yellow light- you can barely make it down the block before feeling pain.
red light- orthopaedic shoes are her new best friends.

ShayButta

Starlit Skies

Gazing up at the starlit sky she pops in my mind.
Seeing images of her chocolatey complexion and suckable lips.
The thought of her honey dipped kisses gives me shivers.
She owns my mind.
Whirlwinds of thoughts of her smell, her touch, the warmth of her soul dances in my head.
To easy to fall in love with a woman like her.
Her eyes glisten like they are filled with water bringing smiles to the faces of the toughest men.
She is the brightest star in the sky.

N'Jreu