The Poetry of Life

Instrinsic acception of my actions,
asking was it really worth it?

Now I know this world isn’t perfect,
but damn can I catch a break.

Take a break from the stress,
Receiving so many bills I am tempted to change my address.
Catching so much flack,
My mind constantly runs with too many issues to address…

Everybody on your side is against you in someway,
My feet walk on eggshells always watching every I say.

Ridiculed for my ration,
Wondering whether I should ever explain action.
But then I would be left with little words to express all my passions

Never wanted to draw lines of separation,
It seems though without you becomes subject to many varying stipulations.
How you say it?
Who’s involved?
Does it add to or rectify the current problem at all???

All I want is to speak freely,
But this shit seems to cost way too much.
Bankrupting the Emotional Bank tapped for every single dimel

Left with very few options:
Silence, aversion, or just lying.
Pick your poison very carefully,
I have already chosen mine…

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She is what is…

Her lips,

Her kiss,

Her touch,

Her fingertips

The chills they send

I make mistakes

But if she takes….. that from me

I may never breathe again

For your forgiveness,

I plead again,

Please accept all that I can give

My words undress

In my address to you,

I leave nothing to hide….

You are my wings,

Without you I can’t fly

My wind,

Without you my sails won’t move

My deceptions have left me begging…

For whom I can’t lose…

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You are a fresh breath

The solid ground beneath my next step

The change in itinerary that I gladly accept

The precepts behind happiness in its purest form

Your delight is foreign,

Too many

But my language of origin

La nuit, je reve de vous

And I pray to God at night you dream of me too

You are a sunny day

A cool breeze

The intriguing word play in every line I read

You are everything I need

You are everything to me…

© 2008 Napoleon Meadors IV, All Rights Reserved

My daddy is a Nupe,
That is how I was born & bred.

I’ll be yelling “Yo Baby Yo”,
Even when I’m dead.

Some say I’m “Too Pretty”,
No, I’m just “Too Pretty” for you.

Other guys hating on me,
Because of what I get their girls to do.

I didn’t ask for these looks,
Or this sooo smooth swag.

God HAD to make up for the mistake of creating Yo ASS…

I was in the mood to say some slightly inappropriate things so… I said them. Nothing too graphic but you know show some discretion..

I don’t mean to be manish,
But yet I have managed to make it thus far saying what I…
Feel the touch of your ass,
Your hair follicles I grasp,
As nothing more than something occurs between you & I.
But that will be our…
Secret whispers pass through the air,
Dancing an oxygenated ballet from my lips to inner ear…
Drumming is my heartbeat as it play your favorite toons,
And I…
I play with your heirlooms,
Priceless in every manner,
Welcome to Love’s Manor,
Where clothes don’t belong,
Unless they are highs for your heels,
Or red lace for your thongs.
Your attire,
Melted chocolate, an edible delight.
Simple to put on easier to eat off.
Excuse me if I have lost…
My manners, maybe I’m too forward for your taste…
But would it not be a waste,
To not want to kiss the acute angles of your waist???
Closed mouths don’t get fed.
I am wide open,
That is something you will see when you come lay in my bed…

Just playing… Unless you’re gonna do it.

Every once in a while you pray for an opportunity. You speak all this hype about what you would do if… Well believe it or not I spoke that same hype about loving someone. I am not quite sure I have lived up to my own hype yet but here goes…

I Would…

I prayed at night for your embrace,
Hours I spent imagining one second with you.

I dreamed elaborate collages only wishing they would come true

I flew through a whirlwind of emotions,
Trying to have one sip of your love potion

Many a day I drift into other worlds,
Where I was your man,
And you were my girl

I would only cherish the moment if I was given that chance,
I would take my love,
And put it all in you hands

I’d give all my tomorrows,
To have one day of you in my life
To love you forever,
And make you my wife

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When you have time on your hands and thoughts on your mind it doesn’t matter how close or far someone is from you or how good or bad things may or may not have been. All that matters is you miss them and have no idea what you would do without them. But many thoughts of what you would do with them…

In My Thoughts

I lie on my bed,
Sweet thoughts of you roll through my head.

Night grows long,
I begin to relate to love songs.

Thinking of you…

The touch of your lips,
The swivel of your hips,
Your smooth skin I imagine.

Dreams of me & you together filled with passion,
Kissing you where no other man dears to go,
To show you I understand things you wouldn’t believe I know…

Caressing your mind, body, & soul
From a long way away,
It’s you in my thoughts I hold…

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This is just a definition of how my ideal woman makes me feel. I actually wrote it driving my car to and from work. I had some things and someone on my mind and I swear Raheem Devaughn was reading my mind with his new album “The Love Behind the Melody”. Anyway here it goes, enjoy…

What she is to me…

I’m site seeing cause you’re a site to me,
You’re exactly what paradise looks like to me.

If I were mentally enslaved,
You’d be my vision of what it means to be free.

If life were a school,
You’d be my P.H.D..

If I were a song,
I’d be nothing without your melody.

My thought process…
You have left intrigued

I want to grow together,
Let me plant the seed.

Forget the singularity,
There’s is no “I” in “We”.
No you without me.

No me without out you,
What’s the point in sleeping,
If my dreams of you never come true???

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Welcome to The Poetry of Life.

Poetry (from the Greek “ποίησις“, poiesis, a “making” or “creating”) is a form of art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its ostensible meaning.

All have my life I have had a way with words, sometimes it played in my favor, others put me in the me in the depths of hell. My life is poetry from the elegance of my love to the magnitude of my most erroneous mistakes.

The Poetry of Life was created to give my thoughts and feelings a platform and an audience. Please enjoy the definition of my mind and the depths of my soul…

Napoleon Meadors IV
The Poetic