Poem of the Day! 10/28/08

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Moments of Clarity
By Noir Czar

Torn rubber packet after packet I pursue this high,
questioning positions and penetration between a different open thigh.

this drug comes wit no prescription still remains my addiction
in the calmest of conversation it requires my attention
then perverts my intentions from platonic to dissension
till I am suffocating in a lust and am guided by my extension

then my phone dials you

and now I am held captive by our caressing sensations
contemplating our contact as we progress to fornication
and though I have knowledge of a biblical persuasion
I pursue sex with a passion like tomorrow is my castration

lacking all hesitation you provide for my pleasure
with moments of foreplay before unveiling your treasure
and at that instance of ecstasy I ejaculate and then perceive
that sex with you is unnecessary and now I must take my leave

It is from these moments in time that I often try to conceive
a method to my own madness and what I plan to achieve
how can I expect a woman's trust when I predominantly deceive
and plot with periodic persistence not consistent from dawn to eve

In these seconds of clarity I attempt to control and adjust my way
returning to my locations of prayer when I previously fell astray

then in the calmest of conversation it acquires my attention
then perverts my intentions from platonic to dissension
till I am suffering in a lust and am guided by my extension
then my phone dials you to repeat my previous intention

Poem of the Day! 10/27/08

Monday, October 27, 2008

Was It Something I Said
By Noir Czar

Was it my use of the first amendment that caused your ideas of independence
attaining freedom from your mental barriers
no crab mentality cause on my curved vertebrae will carry ya
on my shoulders rest the future of my civilization
ancestors of the Aztecs, Mayans, and Haitians
product of desegregation, the result of a mid night conversation
was it something that he said?

Did his candor with my mother start my revolution
the utter conclusion is clarity in this mass confusion
thru scars and contusion we wake up and smell the roses thru this media pollution
a remedial solution to the problem at hand is proper representation
but I am filled with disgust when I come to the revelation
that even in his conversations, fraudulent assertions and propaganda are spread
Was it something he said?

Was it his rebuttal to the criminal charges
or his reasoning for the aggressive sexual approach
her reproach to his advances in the land of opportunity
the melanin increase our circumstances even in our romances
kissed, caressed and slow dances we are oppressed from our chances
yet we attain our ignorant stances, lean back and rock with that
through music we speak the situational fact
an over rates reality of addiction to crack
my prediction is that your perception is whack
was it something he rapped?

The lyrics he stacked that cause us pain
a dependent mainframe based on the size of your chain
the carat in your ring
the eighty fours on your swing
see prior to politics these material things only glisten
but now we see they listen
a catalyst to competition
and addictive to the current composition of envy, hate, kill and its constant repetition
Was it something that was written?

Or were we both just forgiven when he took the silver pence
crossed the borders of the pearl fence into a valley of repentance
If I could write the world's wrongs in a sentence would you sentence me to death too
would it still stand true that my actions were u-republic
I could change the subject
and still remain a subject discussion
but due to my heart's percussion there is no retreat
and whatever is spoken from my lips is confirmed y the foundation of my feet
stand up for what you speak or talk into existence your own defeat.

Poem of the Day! 10/3/08

Friday, October 3, 2008

Why?
by NoirCzar

Why do i defeat myself, blinded by shades of red
Tears fill my eyes like pennies in a pan-handler's cup
Currently down is up, my heart twists like a mountain road
Feelings inside, a ticking bomb, ready to explode
My mind in overload, thoughts of her weigh heavy in my shoulders
Akin to the load of Danaus's boulder,
Her words pierce my heart like a thousand arrows, each shot with precision
My male intuition told me we were meant for imminent division,
Yet my visions of love clouded my thoughts,
Love, its beautiful sounds, children laughing, puppies barking, bells ringing
Ringing, ringing, now the only sound that reverbs in my ear is goodbye
Laughs turn to cries, cries from lies, lies from love, love from fear
Pushing away to bring her near, yet emptiness is what's left here
But I am not alone, for although we're eternally apart,
Her body speaks to me like the tell-tale heart,
Now my instant reaction, has me relapsing, constantly questioning and reasking
The simplest statement though my heart deny, is it a crime to say goodbye.

Poem of the Day! 10/2/08

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Letter to my unborn son
Inspired by Rosey
by NoirCzar

Please forgive me son, Daddy's sorry he stole your breath
Convincing your mother that there's life after death

Persuading her emotions by stating the fiction
That our life is perfection without your affliction

Ambiguous statements that if we conceived
I could not provide what provisions you apparently need

Forcing her to make a decision that she could not perceive
A result for the actions when hormones deceive

While you were anticipating your birth would be grand
Progressing thru puberty to become a man

My hands stopped your first steps so I could command
And continue to consume liquor till I just cannot stand

Spending savings money on women and fast living
Destroying your only chance of praising for God's giving

It was my phrases that silenced your first words
That halted your pronunciation of nouns and adverbs

That stopped you from recognizing your colors and loud sounds
In exchange for some twenties, some henny and green pounds

Your first kiss dismissed for bottles brown crown
With knowledge it's your first dance slowly I swallow down

Now I miss your smile, your tears and sad frowns
As all the years and the beers had silently passed 'round

And we both feel abandoned cause you're a fatherless son
Just smile and be forgiving, now nothing can be done

Poem of the Day!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

The Sermon
by NoirCzar

If i wrote a sermon predicting a later date

filled with hermeneutic knowledge from scholars, would you relate

or debate my written scripture, de-credit my spoken faith

quoting I am not official the spirit won't demonstrate

in vessel not anointed by bishops or magistrates

proceed to crucify my visions as blasphemous by the state

But if I choose to use peter the prophet in my defense

would you then commence to beat me with allegorical sense

using scholium after scholium in categorical pretense

to convince me that these talents are biblically too intense

chastise me till repentance, rebuking what's heaven sent

and embark upon a calling conflicted by evidence

then proclaim my prophesy while preaching your paragraphs

with moral application relating to trouble paths

using dogma examples and sampling from my past

to convince the congregation the patience they ought to have

Then review my given gifts with an exegesis eye

to contrast my claimed religion and label me Jerebai

till I am settled in a setting that's canonically correct

cast out then resurrected with praise for my intellect

exhaulting my indwelling, compelling me to direct

now religiously respected, revering my dialect

authored as a prophet portraying the premonitions

of Yahweh thru my decision to agape the unforgiving

but I am just a poet, a product of how I'm living

a picture of imperfection with Grace that is God given.