Just a thought

When lights go out, and all is dark. 

I begin to wonder has someone new found the key to my heart? 

I lie awake challenging the silence of night, and I toss and turn while searching the depths of a second sight.

I just lie there, concentrating; droning in on the past. 

I cannot help but think how some things aren’t meant to last. 

I wade about the memories, and ride the river of pain, flowing through my soul. 

I think about all the stories I chose to leave untold. 

I think about the present, and what you mean to me? 

I blindly sustain the silence, hoping this darkness will help me to see.

As night reigns on, and silence begins to roar. 

I can’t help but wonder…Do I open up… or slam shut the door? 

What do I want, and who are you to me? 

Are you just a reminder of memories, and dreams lost at sea? 

Or, are you someone new? 

That someone who helps one to forget. 

Whoever you are, these words I must not omit. 

You hardly did anything, yet nothing was too much. 

I guess all it took was your skin to my touch.

Over and over I hear the hammer of no broken rules.

Confused is my heart: most likely following, the footsteps of fools. 

Truly ironic, is a night of no sin.  For what we share, I search deep within. 

So why am I leaving, only God knows? 

Now all I can pray is these emotional words doesn’t turn friend to foe. 

As darkness begins to settle, a new born Uptown sun will rise. 

Now only she can predict, clear or overcast, for their future skies. 

Was it more than friendship, in the short time they shared? 

Now both are silent, and at least one is scared.

He didn’t mean to hurt, or give to her his heart. 

For his original motive was empty of closeness, yet full of the word depart. 

In a no name land, where this man continues to run. 

It was their moment in time that pulled his hand from gun.

It should be obvious he needs to talk, but is lost with where to start. 

Girl help him out, even if it is not your part. 

His soul has been sold, yet his heart cannot be bought.  For what he has written will go down as …just a thought.- JKP  

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Author: DC

A walking contradiction... What you see isn’t what you get. To get to know the essence you need to open the book and read. An enigma; giving, selfless, conceited, arrogant, loner, author, friend, confidant, trainer, model, actor, and life coach. It really depends on your relationship with him. To someone who doesn’t know him or decides to judge the book by the cover; he is viewed as conceited, arrogant or even mean. Which is the exact opposite of who he is. He’s more of a shy introvert around those he doesn’t know or isn’t comfortable with. Get below the quiet exterior and you’ll find a heart that, to know is to love. He tries to live his life literally walking in love. He would give the shirt off his back to help. Raised by his mother, with no role model on what a man should be. He set out to be different than what he saw in the community. Men who abandoned their responsibilities to pursue whatever tickled their fancy was the norm. These men didn’t care about the damage caused by their selfish actions. He thought the road would be easy, but alas, it proved him wrong. Society had changed dramatically in a short time. People seemed to perceive his love as a weakness. Or perhaps they had not come across a person, who accepts them for them. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop, they tried to manipulate a gift to their advantage. Left alone most of the time, he started to set his pain to print. Never intending for anyone to read it. However, God had a different plan in mind. He would use DC’s pain to show the women; that there are men out there, who do feel profoundly deeper than they think. To reach out to the masses that don’t know how to get others to understand what they are dealing with or have dealt with. He simply wanted to help people on a larger scale.

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