I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
I’m just curious seeing that I think about you all the time. I wonder what you’re doing?
Are you happy & content?
Do you cherish or regret the time that we spent?
Together wrapped in each other’s embrace.
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.
Don’t 4get about us
Don’t 4get about us & all the things we shared. Cause believe it or not I still care.
Don’t 4get about us cause the love is still there
I saw u out the corner of my eye & saw u as u stared my way.
So it’s all-good… Just don’t 4get about us.
Knowing 1 day U’ll read this & hopefully read between the lines.
Then again maybe I’m just wasting my time.
No, Don’t 4get about us Continue reading “Don’t 4get about us”
A Friend for life
…Isn’t it funny how time just slips away when your all alone.
Not even a good friend to call on the phone.
Never thought someone else led a similar life.
Going to movies by yourself or rolling to get your eat on with your girl.
It shouldn’t always be that way, at least not in this world.
A beautiful young lady tired of all the games played by most men.
When all they’re really interested in are a few nights of sin.
You are an attractive lady on the outside and that’s without a doubt.
Now let’s see if your as attractive inside as out.
What I offer is friendship minus all the drama and strife.
Well, let me say it this way so U can feel me, basically a friend… for life.
©2002
Written for a girl I was trying to get to know. She decided to get with a friend instead, oh well.
Christmas 2k3
Like a child on Christmas Eve night, I await the next time I lay my eyes upon you.
I wait wondering, pondering, what’s the next thing we’ll share.
There are things I want 2 do with you that I won’t speak… No, I wouldn’t dare.
Our relationship is developing slowly over time.
This way when it finally happens were both sure you want 2 be mine.
We have had past loves in our lives who will always be a part of us.
Given enough love and time we can be the love of a lifetime on this I put my trust.
Blood Tears
Left alone, abandoned for simply being who I am.
Forsaken… cursed…I feel like I am the king of the damned.
I sit here pondering why? I have never felt so empty & deprived of a human touch.
I have prayed, tried & hell I have even cried. I no longer strive to pretend 2 be proud & such.
I have watched as the tears have slowly turned red where my sheets are now stained with my blood.
I guess that’s what happens when U live in a world without love.
Are you “The Man?”
Too many brotha’s are going around calling themselves men.
I’m not God, but if I was you know that would be a sin.
All the women you have run & all the damage left in your wake.
Have you forgotten all women aren’t digga’s & have hearts that can & do break?
How many of your former girls, need therapy after you’re done.
How many would say you would be dead when next the saw you if only they had a gun?
My heart, my queen, my love has dealt with the likes of you for far too long.
Now I’m trying to undo your damage praise God that He made me so strong.
She’s scared to trust me or open herself up to be really loved for the fear of being hurt yet again.
Waiting on your answer
Life is a trip and a half.
Sometimes even in my darkest hour I sit back and just laugh.
Why? Not because I’m losing it, but it’s better than throwing a tantrum or having a fit.
Check it out; I met this woman, who I think is worth trying to get know. But I called her on the fourth day and broke the three day rule. WTF? I didn’t know!!
Who makes up these rules and where are they written down?
Now I’ll be especially mad if I’ve blown it and my smile becomes a frown.
Me, I don’t follow anybody’s rules, but my own.
That’s why I call the Avant purple home.
Questions
In a world gone astray… where is the love the knows no bounds?
I mean I get having a preference, but has it become the standard?
Would you rather be alone than be with someone who doesn’t fit every single point on your checklist?
Are you the equal to the person that you want?
If they got you as you are now… would they be settling?
Do you date for love & to make yourself happy?
Or do you date so that you friends approve of your choice?
If it’s the latter why don’t you date your friends?
Aren’t they who you truly want to be happy with your choice?
Are you strong enough to examine your heart & see if you’re lying to yourself?
Love life
A poem written in reverse.
The love of my life died at birth.
Now I no longer question why I can’t find my mate.
We’ll never get a chance to share our 1st kiss, our 1st touch.
I never got to meet you, yet I miss you so much.
What if?
What if we told each other exactly how we felt all the time?
What if we act like we knew love is stronger than hate!
What if, we really tried to be someone’s friend, before bed mates?
What if we talk to each other, instead of at each other?
What if I told you, I wanted to be more than just a friend?
Thoughts of a Mad Man... 