The Blueprint

We are not together,
Never was and possibly never will be,
But who knows we'll see,
I'm holding on to the possibility of maybe,

But only God knows,
In her smile God shows,
Out her mouth God breathes,
And in her eyes she shows me how God see's,

Hair like the sun of God,
Skin tone like his too,
Worth more than the title of "boo",
But currently holds the name "friend" better than any other female,

And speaking of any other female,
I compare every other female to her,
She's the blueprint,
God's architectual team blessed me with these papers to mold someone just like you,
Except 3 ex-girlfriends later these blueprints have fallen short of success,

Actually to be honest with you,
While spending all this time finding someone like you,
I wish I used it to build the strength to tell you that: "I love you & all I really want is you",

My blueprint, my rough draft, my model,
So perfectly sketched out,
Tree's in rain forests everywhere long to be chopped down,
And turned into the number 2 pencils used to draw out something almost as perfect as you,

I say almost because I like a girl with flaws,
It let's me know she's human,
Just like me,
Although at times I feel that we,
Are in tuned together on a different planet,
Because we make it a habbit, to stand out.

My blueprint, my rough draft, my model,
So perfectly sketched out,
I wish these other broads could figure out,
How to be just like you,
They've came close but at the end of the day they're just not you,

And its just not cool,
That I can go to kinkos and copy a news paper article,
But I can't take you and duplicate another chronicle, for me to enjoy,

This way I can have you as a friend,
As well as you as a lover,
So if shit goes wrong with one I still have the other,
And I know it sounds selfish but its a win-win situation for me,
I want you both because I'm stubborn,

I would hang out with you throughout the day, go shopping with you so you can help me pick something out real nice for another girl,
But in reality the other girl is you,

My blueprint, my rough draft, my model,
So perfectly sketched out,
I can't help but think out loud when your around,
So when you hear me mumble "I love you" & "all I want is you" just know I didn't studdar,
Thoughts of you got my mind cluttered I can't even hold them all in,
So I don't,

So why not cut the bullshit,
Make this poem irrelevant,
And start over,
Okay so here I go...
"I love you" & "all I want is you. The end."

Future

"Future"

As hour glasses everywhere go to sleep with full stoumachs,
Its a reminder to us that our time has ran out,
And its impossible to plan out,
A perfect plan planned out without knowing the future.

Since we will forever play hide n seek with the future,
When will we realize we will never have a turn to hide,
Because what I realized is we will never find the future before the future comes out from its hiding place.

Although as we look up and see our stars are lined perfectly like militant students,
The truth is, that doesn't matter.

And even if our song comes on coincidentally every time we turn on the radio,
The truth is, that doesn't matter either.

And you can say "I love you" to me everytime you see me,
And I can reply back the same 3 words,
And in those moments you feel like Gods upstairs doing interviews for a wedding planner to send down to us,
Still, the truth is, that doesn't matter.

Now the question is "what does?",
Well, what matters is faith,
Its the basis of many R-words,
Like relationship & religion just to name a few,
And those aren't just R-words,
Their "our words",

But without faith and trust,
There's no future in us,
But there's a "us" in "trust",
"Must", "focus", and "house".

We must focus on trust so we can build a happy home,
And must not let any interferances through our o-zone layer that surrounds the little happy world we reside in called "us".

I have a better chance tryna finance heaven for you than predicting where this road will take us,
Just as long as we don't hit a dead end or a fork in the road I can promise you we'll be okay,
So together let's live today,
Say goodbye to yesturday,
And embrace what tomorrow has in store.

And whatever you do,
Don't be afraid of the future,
Because regardless of what happens between me and you,
Just know it was God's plan.


END.

I want my rib back.

"I want my rib back"

Everytime I hear mention of her name its like Goliath rang me out like a wet towel,
It twists and turns my spine,
And no its not fine,
Because her name brings one of the worse feelings in the world to my mind.

And sight of her is much worse,
Not as pleasurable as medusa's "turn into stone" curse,
Hers is more like a "slide your heart down a cheese graider" curse.

I take that back,
It doesn't feel that good.

Her sight is more like,
An attractive disaster,
Like walking into the most beatiful but fatal tornado you've ever seen.

And my rib cage sings,
A wonderful symphony and,
Cries and sorrows knowing that the rib that was taken from me and adam was turned into something like her.

I've never been so confused in my entire life,
Because in all honestly she's beautiful completely,
She used to complete me,
Now she compete's with satan to spiritually defeat me.

And quite frankly, I think she's got him out numbered,
So imagine how doomed my heart is,
She's the opposite of an artist,
She does ugly things on accident,
Because its just in her design.

I feel like if you asked this misfit,
What she wants for christmas,
She'll reply "I want the mark of the beast inserted in both wrists.

Along with the wardrobe of a tribe of masons,
Complexion of a gargoyle,
And a death mask with interchangable faces."

She's simply evil,
But simply perceived as,
Eyes, theighs and ass,
Guys have died in ash
And burning inferno's,
just to get inside her internal
Sexual burn hole
But only to come out with 3rd degree burns internally,
And scared for life for all of eternity.

How could something so sacraficial as a man's rib that in it self is a blessing from God,
Turn into something as evil as a temple that holds her thoughts at large.

I wish God will take her back,
And cast her away into the furthest lake of fire known to the universe,
And after he does that,
I want my rib back,
I want a 2nd chance at a 2nd glance at a woman created from my rib that,
Is from heaven this time,
And not a fallen angel with a pointy tail comming out of her behind.

I want my rib back.


END.

Cupid is a terrorist

"Cupid is a Terrorist"


Seein her was like hitting the lottery,
Cupid didn't shoot me with his arrow,
He pulled out an AK and slaughtered me.
He ripped out my heart and handed it to her along with my artery,
And punctured my lung so breathing regularly is hard to me.

And if that's not enough he disabled my vocabulary,
With the exception of 3 words.
So not only do I studdar like nervous nerds,
But I'm blank for adjectives and verbs,
And all I can say is "I love you" for our very first words.

And normally my eyes are brown,
But he also ripped out my pupils and replaced them with red hearts,
And instead of hip-hop instrumentals in my head I hear harps.

Cupid altered my route from LA transit line,
To cloud 9,
With a sign, that read "maximum capacity 2 persons"... her and I.

But I don't really mind,
Because it would be an understatement to state that she's fine.
And the mindstate that's in line,
With me and her to me is just fine.

And thanks to cupid he got me squashing my own grapes just to make her a home made glass of wine.

I look at her so deeply that I can't help but have glossy eyes,
And I know it may sound psycho but sometimes I cry,
Because cupid got me on her so tough that if she needed a body part I would definately donate mine.

The sad thing is its only 11am and I've only known her since 9,
But these past 2 hours have been the time of my life,
And to any other woman that walks by I have blind eyes.

Isn't cupid great!?,
And thanks to him I'll probably lose my job, car and home for her,
I'm in the zone for her,
I'm about to purchase a mobile home,
So wherever she moves I won't be too far from home to her.

And when she's at work I'll clean up her home for her,
Walk the dog and wash her car for her,
And maybe get a new job so I can buy a ring and by this afternoon I could get on one knee and purpose to her.

And they can pronounce us Mr and Mrs by sun down,
I feel like cupid threw me the ball,
I caught it and just scored a touchdown.

Now, all of this sounds good but I don't think its a good thing,
I just went broke, lost my mind and bought her a wedding ring,
And she don't even know my last name let alone my first one,
And I'm already thinking of baby names before she even gives birth to one.

How could cupid ruin my life like this,
And make me live a life like this,
He bruised and cut my heart up with his knife and fist,
And added my name to a sheet of paper that reads "the poor pathetic soul list".

Damn cupid is a terrorist.

END.

Bi-Polar

"Bi-Polar"

I was so pleased to meet you,
But you never told me 2 months down the line when I speak to you,
That you'll have 2 more personalities beneath you,

Its unfortunate because your so easy to speak to,
All 3 of you, but two of you were uneasily seen and see through.

If I wasn't so sprung off your face when your smile's up,
I would of seen all your personalities pile up,
And its a lot of you's that pile up,
I could probably measure all your personalities a mile up.

And it sucks because I was starting to like you,
Not the other two, just specifically the nice you.

I wonder if when your mom was in labor, did it feel like she was pushing out triplets,
Consisting of you, and your other two personality misfits.

I just wish you would miss me with the bullshit,
And push your other two personalities off a cliff,
Get rid of them, make them non-exist,
Or at least warn dudes about them when game they start to spit.

Idunno what you change more, denim or attitudes.
You got acrobatic moods, that flip back n forth from lack of appreciation to showing gratitude.

One day your pleasantly nice,
The next day your acting rude,
In a jurrasic park type of mood,
Please get me off this island and
Away from your prehistoric attitude.

But God forbid me to come home from work with a bad attitude,
And act a fool,
Then you'll look at me funny like I broke one of God's commandment rules.

I'm tired of your double standards and rules,
I only signed up to be nice to you,
Not the other two,
Personalities that belong to you.

I'm sick and tired of you,
I wish all three of you,
Would go sit down, shut up, and
Think about all the crap you put me through.

Then turn the tables and think about if it was me snappin back at you,
Complaining about your hats and shoes,
And tellin you when and where you should wear them then laugh at you.

Because your not formal enough,
I guarantee soon you'll erupt,
And explode all your emotions on me
Like junk piled up
On the back of a garbage truck.

Now I'm no doctor, so I couldn't tell you what your problem is,
But I'm not stupid either,
Your not slow, dumb, mental neither,
Nor are you in pain from a cavity filled molar,
Quite frankly I just think your Bi-Polar.

END

Just don't say I didn't warn you

"Just don't say I didn't warn you."

Awww damn, you don't listen do you,
I told you what this poem could potentially do to you.
I told you if I wrote one about you,
There's a possibility I might be spending lots of time around you.

Wordplay is my name for a reason,
And my words can make you feel warm all year
like if summer was 4 seasons.

And I gotta write this poem to perfection,
Make sure every line flows and is corrected, and connected correctly.

And when I read it on stage I gotta bring the energy,
Like a 18 wheeler givin a jump start to a power wheels.

Its gotta be energetic,
Also everything has to be copestetic,
This poem will open up your heart as long as you let it,

But don't try to dead it or behead it,
You know you've loved my wordplay since the first day that you met it.

So don't front girl just let it,
Happen like it should happen,
And the audience's applause means nuthin unless ur in the front row clappin.

Because your hand clap matches the pulse of my heart,
How long have I been feeling you?
Of course since the start,

Of my open mic career two months before march,
Thats when I first seen that smile of yours perfectly arched.

And I know you might be used to compliments,
But I'm equiped with poetic confidence,
Your parents named you after one of the 7 continents,
Because your more important than any country, state or providence.

I'm tryin to tell you what my words can do to you,
My romantic metaphors can lyrically put the move on you,
Now I'm not tryna intrude on you,
Niether am I tryna sound rude to you

But when I write this poem that's meant for you,
My pen resembles your tears and my paper is me cause I'm there for you.

So that would make us sweet poetry,
And just know its me,
That will write you poems untill our skin wrinkles slowly,
And our hair looks like we walked outside when its snowing.

And I'll write you sweet rhymes,
Untill the end of time,
For you I'll keep my pen moving its only logical,
Untill I use up every word sequence possible.

I'll write you poetry,
Untill arthiritis takes over me,
Untill carpal tunnel gets a hold of me,
And untill you can no longer operate your ovaries.

I hope this poem does the opposite of scorn you.

And when I write it,
Just don't say I didn't warn you.

END.

Any river, any road

"Any river, any road"


Its no coincidence,
That her AIM screen name starts with an A and sits at the top of the list.
Because ironically,
I hold her above any other girl.
So it sits perfectly right where it is.

And just like in real life when I wanna send her a message,
I don't gotta search for her.
Finding her is like goin to church for word,
They're both right in front of my face ready for me to embrace to her.

Although she lives in a different area code,
The petro I pump in my gas tank is priceless though.
Because it gets me to where I need to be,
And all I need for a round trip is a quarter tank exactly.

And I don't care if a round trip took 3 whole tanks,
I would rob 3 big banks,
Give the teller 3 swift shanks,
If she's tryna stand in between me and my sweetheart,
Trust me I pull no pranks.

If I had to, I would put on some track shoes,
And run any distance lance armstrong rides his bike through.

And I wouldn't need any rest breaks or water,
And this I blame on her fathers daughter,
Because she got me on her,
Like my name tattoo'd right below the scar that's on her.

And my name that's on her is not commin off of her,
Kuz I'm gonna be with her way longer,
Than the time it takes for our great grand daughters,
To see their great grand daughter's prosper.

I would walk a 3 mile long tight rope with water underneath me,
Full of sharks and aligators beneath the sea,
If that's what it took for me to see my sweetie,
Even if its just briefly.

You may ask what's so great about this girl?
Well I don't know of what girl you speak about,
Kuz I'm talkin about an Angel that plays the harp out loud,
And has a full time job as a receptionist for heaven's gates.

And everytime she see's me its heaven she escapes,
I just hope God doesn't notice the beatiful angel that takes long lunch breaks,
Away from answering the phones at heaven's gates.

I would swim the whole Nile river if I had to,
And I would do 6 laps too,
If that's what it took for me to surpass through,
The distance between me and my girls latitude.
And she appreciates me, we don't have sex with condoms,
we have sex with gratitude.

And I don't impregnate her with sperm,
I impregnate her with the word "Learn",
Because I fill her with so much knowledge that it hurts.


That's why for her I would travel any river, any road.


END.

For her

Its something about her,
That makes me wanna be around her,
They must be invisible,
but I know she has angel wings that suround her,

I think the tooth fairy sent her adult teeth to military school,
Because they stand up perfectly with out retainer tools,
They're white as the clearest cloud,
And when she smiles you can hear a sparkle in the biggest crowd.

And even when she don't show her pearly whites,
Her lips can hold it down for the night,
And u know how some people are genetically born attatched at the hip,
Well I wish me and her can be attatched at the lips.

Her body's a restaurant to me with a blue "A" on the window,
And I stare at it like Steve Urkel watching Laura Winslow,
But I'm not that much of a Nerd yo,
And she looks way better than Laura did though.

And she don't pack as much Melanin,
But she's not as yellow as a box of lemon heads,
She's somewhere in the middle like bein inbwteen a capital letter and a period.
So I guess that makes her a sentence,
And if I had to describe her in just one sentence,
It would be "damn she's fine! God is my witness!"

And you'd have to be a witness,
To be able to testify,
Although no thesaurus can help you justify,
The lack of words because none come to mind,
Except these 4 that I will now resite:
"Her beauty is heavenly"

And even with my eyes closed I can feel when her soft skin is next to me,
And I'll do anything to have it caressing me,
And she doesn't just turn me on physically, she also does it mentally.

Now I know pick up lines are sometimes stale,
But I wanna rub my hand over her goosebumps like I'm reading braile.

And hopefully, one day we can become one,
And I can see that smile from now till kingdom come.

END.

Aliens

"Aliens"

I think all women have chemical imbalances,
And partake in bi-polar practices.
Either that or at least just the ones I've met,
Kuz the closer to them you get,
The more you realize karma must be teaching you a lesson called "that's what you get!"

All that girls wanna do is lead you on strong,
You follow their lead then a week later somethings wrong,
But they won't tell you what it is to say the least,
Their excuse is "ohh I'm sorry, I need time to work on me."

Now that's some B.S.,
You expect me to believe this,
Your the one that initiated all cup cake activities and now you wanna rest in peace this?

That's the kind of stuff I'm talkin bout,
Just a week ago she didn't want you to leave her alone,
Now she's lookin at you funny like you ran a touchdown into the wrong endzone.

Let me tell you a story to better explain this, and
To refrain from sugar coatin or changin this,

I met this chick right,
Body and mind was right,
Well at least her body was,
She used to stick to me closer than a wet suit made by body glove.

She even nicknamed her self in my phone as "Bobby's love",
And went as far as puttin me in her fav 5's but not the bottom 4, I was the one above.

Everything was great at least it was in my head,
Till eventually it seemed like she'd purposely wake up from the wrong side of the bed.

I tried to cut her some slack and blame it on her monthly,
Till those 4-5 days ended and she still acted abruptly.

Its almost like all those hours on the phone meant nothing,
And it pisses me off kuz I'm not even a phone person,
And what worsens,
The situation is now my phone bills so high I wanna call her and start cursin,

So here I am wondering what's going on with an expression that's ill,
Kuz now she got me confused as hell,
and I also gotta pay a $300 phone bill.
Aaaand some how learn to read her mind as well.

This shit aint koo,
I never knew a pre-req to dating her was a diploma from psychic school,
Followed my 6 months of internship with mrs cleo.
That's the only way I could of prevented bein so sick like neyo.

She got me caught in the matrix like neo,
I can't even listen to the kind of music that's ends with soul and starts with neo,

Because floetry, and erykah badu remind me of her,
And mos def's "ms fat booty" allows me to think not so kindly of her.
She got her booty and her mental issues from her mother,
And her heartless ways apparantly from her older brother.

And shit really hits the fan when you figured her all out,
Her ex dumped her, ran her out the house,
She found out,
That he potentially found a new spouse,
And that's why she met you and got aroused.

Kuz she was vulnerable,

But eff that, kuz that's not an excuse,
For you to,
Run around blind folded with your heart open and fall in love with the first man you run face first into,

I swear women are Aliens,
With hearts that can shape shift into titanium,
And rush into relationships without using their cranium,
And they have the nerve to call us men assholes!
Like doin people wrong don't pertain to them,

Man I swear girls are Aliens.

END.

First date

"First date"

There's nothing quite like a first date,
Its like a sidewalk of eggs in crates,
And u gotta walk on them but make sure they don't break,
And u gotta talk to her but make sure she don't shake, kuz next time u plan something with her she'll flake

Its like your laying the foundation,
Of either what it will become or never be,
Every move must be planned precisely,
And everything she asks must not be answered undecisively.

Kuz you don't know when she'll decide to,
Say to her self "I should of stayed home and ordered a pizza slice or two.
And you don't wanna be the one it happens to,
Girls are mean, they'll group up and have a meeting just to laugh at you.

But on the other hand if you share a mutual laugh or two,
She'll give the pass to you,
And allow you in her heart's shower to take a bath or two.

And you haven't been this nervous since you took your SAT's,
Or the last time a girl said "bobby there's a slight possibility,
You put in toooooo much energy,
And now I might be pregnant b."

Talkin to her is so much easier over the phone,
When your at home,
In your comfort zone,
And all your focus is on her and everything else is left alone.

And sometimes I think BJ's has tv's in there to throw salt at you,
Kuz its bad enough I'm nervous but I also gotta keep my eyes off the tv tubes,
And focused on the conversation that we proceed to do,
As we get to know each other slow n easy too.

And its not easy to,
Be around a girl your extremely feelin but u know u gotta take it slow easy too,
But in the back of your mind you wanna hop over the table and give her a kiss or two,
But u also don't wanna get slaped from here to timbucktu.

First dates aren't easy at all,
Kuz as soon as you drop her off,
And she says I'll give you a call,
You start to wonder if she'll even call at all.

So then you say I'll call you when I make it home,
This way you know you will speak to her at least once more,
And the drive home can prepare you
Till your bravery goes up much more.

Then all of a sudden you hear your ringtone,
Before you even make it home,
And its a message sayin "I SO enjoyed spending time with you"

DID U HEAR THAT??

She sent a message that said

I SO ENJOYED SPENDING TIME WITH YOU!!


And now your hearts racing and you wanna do a backflip or two,
And you feel like you can dance on water like flipper do.

Its almost like you won a race,
And received a gold medal,
And if your heart was a bike it'd be riding so fast that it broke both pedals.

And all of a sudden you hear the eye of the tiger theme music,
Your victorious so you decide to use it,
Your hearts running victory laps with a torch in hand,
Man, nothing gets u more nervous than a first date can.


END.

First date

"First date"

There's nothing quite like a first date,
Its like a sidewalk of eggs in crates,
And u gotta walk on them but make sure they don't break,
And u gotta talk to her but make sure she don't shake, kuz next time u plan something with her she'll flake

Its like your laying the foundation,
Of either what it will become or never be,
Every move must be planned precisely,
And everything she asks must not be answered undecisively.

Kuz you don't know when she'll decide to,
Say to her self "I should of stayed home and ordered a pizza slice or two.
And you don't wanna be the one it happens to,
Girls are mean, they'll group up and have a meeting just to laugh at you.

But on the other hand if you share a mutual laugh or two,
She'll give the pass to you,
And allow you in her heart's shower to take a bath or two.

And you haven't been this nervous since you took your SAT's,
Or the last time a girl said "bobby there's a slight possibility,
You put in toooooo much energy,
And now I might be pregnant b."

Talkin to her is so much easier over the phone,
When your at home,
In your comfort zone,
And all your focus is on her and everything else is left alone.

And sometimes I think BJ's has tv's in there to throw salt at you,
Kuz its bad enough I'm nervous but I also gotta keep my eyes off the tv tubes,
And focused on the conversation that we proceed to do,
As we get to know each other slow n easy too.

And its not easy to,
Be around a girl your extremely feelin but u know u gotta take it slow easy too,
But in the back of your mind you wanna hop over the table and give her a kiss or two,
But u also don't wanna get slaped from here to timbucktu.

First dates aren't easy at all,
Kuz as soon as you drop her off,
And she says I'll give you a call,
You start to wonder if she'll even call at all.

So then you say I'll call you when I make it home,
This way you know you will speak to her at least once more,
And the drive home can prepare you
Till your bravery goes up much more.

Then all of a sudden you hear your ringtone,
Before you even make it home,
And its a message sayin "I SO enjoyed spending time with you"

DID U HEAR THAT??

She sent a message that said

I SO ENJOYED SPENDING TIME WITH YOU!!


And now your hearts racing and you wanna do a backflip or two,
And you feel like you can dance on water like flipper do.

Its almost like you won a race,
And received a gold medal,
And if your heart was a bike it'd be riding so fast that it broke both pedals.

And all of a sudden you hear the eye of the tiger theme music,
Your victorious so you decide to use it,
Your hearts running victory laps with a torch in hand,
Man, nothing gets u more nervous than a first date can.


END.

Perfect isn't perfect to me

"Perfect isn't perfect to me"


My boys tell me "you gotta keeper,
Look at that body go sleep wit her,
You can at least creep for a good week wit her,
Go make it weak in between the knees of her."

As we look at the model chick that approached me after a poetry show,
I almost have no choice but to follow her off the floor,

After all my boys say she's perfect,
36-24-36,
Her jeans make love to her hips so perfectly,
Her lips clinch her lip gloss and her bra size is workin me.

And the last time we went out they said they've seen her before,
The line after her is longer than the one you can see at the door.

Its her that my friends seem to adore,
But she's the type I'd rather ignore,
Because vanity fair isn't beauty to me,
Niether is vogue or cosmo.

Kuz once she turns 40 we have a big problemo,
It will all fade away,
And yeah she looks great today,
And her body may be grade A,
But how's her mindstate?.

She can walk a cat walk,
But I doubt she can talk an educated talk,
Yeah she has sexy curves,
But I need great conversation and words.

The kind of girl I prefer, don't meet those measurements,
And she probably can't model kuz she don't meet the breast size requirements.

A size 34a cup is more than enough to quench my thirst,
And modeling don't have to be her choice of verb,
And she can be a few inches over a 24 waist,
And her hips don't need to be visible from both ways.

I'd rather not have a girl that's on the scene,
Knows all the comercial radio songs,
Or has a walk that's mean.
Because none of that matters to me.

She may have fly clothing but I look beneath the seams,
And try to find what really matters to me,
That's dignity, pride and self satisfaction,
I don't really care about the lights, camera, or action.

And if her sunday morning don't require a bible,
Then honestly she's more deniable than desirable,
Kuz I need: my girl, myself and God to form a triangle,
So we can conquer life's tribulations and trials.

I don't wanna hear her singing brittany spears,
I wanna see her ipod putting J.Dilla intrumentals in her ears.
I want Jill scott's words to encourage her,
I wanna go shopping with her for vintage furniture.

She don't smile from wearing the finest furs,
She simply smiles, when we walk a mile and I'm holding hands with her.

All the outter beauty on these model chicks will phase away,
But a bookworm beauty will be everlasting for many days.

That's why I choose one of those anyday,
Over some skinny legs,
And its not cute when ur rib cage, looks like you haven't ate for 120 days.

I need someones soul to collide with mine,
Someones mind to glide in line,
And follow my lead as we cross heaven's finishline.

Now keep in mind,
Perfect isn't perfect to me.
You may forget all this in time,
But just don't forget that one line.

"Perfect isn't perfect to me"


END.

Feelings part 1

"Feelings part 1"


If I had a dollar for every time I thought about her today alone,
I would have enough to fix the country's financial deficit.

And its definite,
That there's only 24 hours in one marked calendar day,
But I've thought about her so much today it feels like I haven't slept in 3 days.

There's no dictionary in the world that can define how I feel for her,
And even if I was blind I would spend my whole life tryna feel for her.

My heart peels for her,
And I give her 100% of this vitamin C filled heart so her wounds are healed on her.

She's my source of protein that's why I eat no beef or pork,
And there's no need to feed me I need no fork,
Her open heart is my body's I.V. And feeding source.

She's like anti-bacterial ointment to a homeless man's bleeding sores,
And I'm relief to her after a long day of painful shoes she wore.

Because I massage her feet until the day's pains are gone and/or ignored.
And I do that until her breathing pattern becomes a gentle night time snore.

I love how she's not like the rest of these blood sucking leaching hores,
She has everything I can obtain, if not then perhaps more.

I can't possibly bottle up all my feelings though,
They could only fit in public storage or a possibly home depot,

I ask her how much does she care for me,
She says "this much" and opens her arms to full capacity.
Then she replies "how much do you care back at me?",
Then I point to a globe and say "the circumference of the earths equator plus the weight of its gravity".

Then she holds her chin with a sad face like she's mad at me,
I ask what's wrong and she says "your so sweet bobby, I think I just got a cavity."

We can romantically smart ass each other all day,
But tonight we preffer to romantically harrass each other till the break of day.

End.

Daisy

"Daisy"


Yesterday I seen the most beautiful flower,
And she was showered,
By God's miraculous sun rays, grace, and merciful power.

This flower has deep beautiful roots,
Thick, deep, painful ends that grow right through,
Any kind of dirt a farmer can drive a plow right through.

Her soil is half guatemalan and puerto rican see,
This flower stands a nice 5'3,
And her long curly haired petals are brown, but u might say mahogany.

And the mid pollin area is where she gets her vision from,
Those brown eyed pollin seeds have visions of,
Growing and being its fullest potential as planned by the one above,

I just simply wanna call her beautiful,
She's no rose, sun flower, tulip or
Definitely no cactus, poison ivy or
Anything less than a miss lady named Daisy.

No flourist can match this flowers bucay of excellence,
And no landscaper can take her,
Because I'll just cape crusade her and escape her.
Save her then vase her,
I'm captured in her beauty so all I do is circle and pase her.

She may not be as fancy as let's say a rose,
And definately not as traditional as those,
But that's okay because I enjoy her uniqueness,
I just wanna make sure she's never sleepless,
That's why I feed her soul with the word that God has preached us.

And that's how we grow together,
Knowledge is power,
Like the sun and water is to a flower.
Like a mother and father is to a daughter,
And like inspirational word is to a martyr.

Everytime the cold season is here I can't wait till it changes,
As the weather rearranges,
So does her emotions and faces,
She transforms and phases,
Into a god given gift

She goes from a closed face stem,
To a brilliant being that will give the sun competition,
And that's the kind of hope & change obama himself would vote for.
That's why I wrote her name on the scantron the morning of november 4.

END.

Here we go again.

So this is the 3rd Blogspot I've created!! Why? Because for some reason google keeps disabling mine... Idunno why, but they need to knock that mess off. Its pissin me off. Anyways, check out my previous two blogs, they're something incredible!!

www.BobbySaysWord.blogspot.com

www.BobbyWordplay.blogspot.com

And now we have this current one, read my poetry, enjoy it, and comment it. I enjoy your feedback.


Peace & God Bless!