Disconnecting

he wanted to walk away
he knew that she was wrong
for him...
she was kept
he wanted to say goodbye
but he did not want to be a hypocrite
he did not want for things to be where they had been
he wanted to walk away
be confident enough to walk
and stay away
but he loved this woman
he loved her for her companionship
her words
her patience
she was not a bad person
she was a great mother
a good friend
she was just bad for him
he needed to be alone
for once in his life
needed to be happy in himself
he needed to feel good about him
he loved this woman
loved to please this woman
but did not want to be defined by this woman
as it had happened so many times before
that he had found himself with his brother's
woman
someones woman
he needed to let go
but didn't know how to let go
couldn't walk away
didn't know how to walk away
wanted to walk away
couldn't find the strength to walk away
knowing in his heart it was just a matter of time
until
...he would muster up the nerve to finally
WALK AWAY AND NEVER RETURN

the artist

torn between love and passion
not expecting any reaction
a man addicted to the love
and the lack there of...

addicted to streets and money
fast cars and honeys
drugs and rhymes
ecstasy and cocaine lines
stood in forums
they yelled his name out loud,
oh so proud
he created the crowd
clean and dapper
prim and proper
but addicted to the game
it added to his pain
forced his way into a life full of luxury
fantasy
distance
resistance
however
his pain never came from lies
so much at times he would cry
ruthless truth
nevertheless this was his truth
he just needed to be accepted
tired of years of being rejected
he needed to be viewed as a man of worth
nothing more than a man first
he was the artist
they called him GLORY
told his story
spoke highly of him
did NOT judge him
but he JUDGED himself
never cared for the wealth
he lived for the fame
as long as they all knew his name
he was truly an artist
addicted to the crowd
hearing his name yelled out loud
streets and money
fast cars and honeys
drugs and rhymes
ecstacy and cocaine lines
he was the artist

...and he was an addict

RESPONDING

we weren't promised forever
but we took our chances
we weren't given romance
only sexual advances
i wanted more
than you could give
but learned to live
forget and forgive
we were given time
for spending
wounds mending
created by circumstance
maybe by chance
or lack there of
we weren't above
or beyond just us
there was plenty of lust
no time for trust
plenty of doubt
still
we could not live without
like a morning prayer
i needed you to be there
this is just a response
letting you know i hear you
when no one else can
....i do
and i WILL
i'm not going
even if lust is forfeited
love will be left
that is my commitment

This Morning

she had come to realize that
hoping and wishing
praying and crying
wanting and needing
wasnt enough
she knew she could not
bare or dare
to continue torturing herself
compromising her health
stressed and depressed
she held on tight
to the hope that he might
be free one day
say goodbye to his life
say goodbye to his wife
she wanted this man
he was a kept man
she loved this man
could not live without this man
she was torn
thinking of the unborn
but the feeling was gone
she woke up this morning
realizing that she was free
she had finally
torn herself from the thought
of being held down
captured in rapture
she was a new HER
she was a new SHE
she was FREE
she never thought it could be
that she would be free
but this morning
the weight was lifted
and she was a free spirit
she stood up on her bed
and yelled it out loud
FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST...
THANK GOD ALMIGHTY I AM FREE AT LAST