Louder

Up late staring at the ceiling. Trying to form the words in my mind to tell you how much I love and need you. Sometimes words get lost in translation, but hopefully the actions behind these words speak louder for me. You are all I want or will ever need. When I look into your eyes, I get stuck and emotions take over. We’ve both been hurt and we have our walls guarded. But, for you… I’m willing to allow my heart to be conquered. For you, I’ll wave the white flag. A simple touch of your hand, got me on my bended knees, asking if you’ll take my last name. It’s easier to say I love you behind words, but I trying to put the work behind those words. You are the air I breathe, the clouds that reveal the silver lining that keeps leading back to your smile. I want to two step with you in my arms. I want you to fill this warm embrace and to never let go. When I look into your eyes, I see the love we both deserve and need. You are everything I want and need in a woman. I’m just as scared as you to fall, but I promise I will catch you. I’m imperfectly designed for you. It’s just me and you. In you, I see my Michelle to my Obama…. Naaaaa, I see My Queen to my Slim, cause I’m willing to give my life for a love like yours. For a moment in time to freeze, so I can finally enjoy what it feels like to be loved by a wonderful woman like you. For you, my heart is yours…. It’s so easy to say I love you, but I hope my actions speak louder than these words.

WRITTEN BY JWSJ

#ConcreteRose

Son never felt love from his father, never felt a hug. Now he’s in the streets trying hug his block, trying to find that love he never felt. No one told him that there no love in these streets. Simply living to die, now his body hugs the concrete and his blood covers where a rose should have grown. We too busy living a lie, instead of giving youth the truth. Too busy letting social media tell you your truth. You should never be a shame of a struggle or your flaws. We still glorifying the shooter… That may have went over your head. I’m one of many still grieving my loved ones. Can’t shake the pain, tears won’t stop flowing. Knowing that we know enslave ourselves for likes, street cred and fake love. Short term memories.. We all lost in this cycle of self hate. Killing those that look like us, sound like us… We are us, because we forgot how to fight oppression.. Hell, we lost faith in our on strength and rather take than give. I’m stop living to die… I’m dying to live. Give my heart unconditionally. Give everyone that much needed hug and love…….. JWSJ

I’m Guilty

As the chill runs down my spine. The reality has set in, I’m guilty of my sin. No need to attempt to judge me, cause your opinion has no bearing upon my soul nor my sentence. Been to hell and back, this my tortured soul has no regrets. As my lung fill with the anger in the  smoke, the ashes from the Black and Mild’s cover the path of my lonely soul has followed. Waiting to exhale, so I can be released from the clutches of hell. Intoxicated with the hopes and dreams of you. Rewriting the chapters of my storied life, writing  lines as though Edgar Allen Poe held my hand, The ugly horrible truth is told. The ink reveals the thoughts and passion of a man who has lost love and was destined for a lifeless future. So much to say and give with so little time. Too late to apologize for who I am, just remember I’m the same today as I was yesterday and will be better tomorrow. My heart don’t skip a beat, but has stopped to bare witness that life is not promised. Lost in my words, too scared to read in between the lines. Forever lost in transition. I’ve been down more than I’ve been up. But that will never change my smile. Been blessed to have had this life and blessed with a great child and a beautiful smile to wake up next to. I’ve been guilty of stealing pieces of you to rebuild the man I use to be. I want to be more than a better man to you. I want to give all and more than anyone has been to you. I want to open up and let you see the man that stand in front of you. Saying that I love you would have no meaning unless I show you. The scars on my heart is more than a badge of honor. I am a witness that love can conquer all. Some said I should have given up on love, but they never envisioned you. The beauty of your smile has shielded me from the gloom of the days that has passed. Thinking to myself, having you is worth all that I’ve been through and the reward for my never ending quest has been worth it. Finally my worn Stacy Adams has a place to rest. I’ve done my time and my release to lifelong love has been granted.

 

WRITTEN BY JWSJ

My Brother’s Keeper? G.T.F.O.H.

You gotta watch those who claim to be “My Brother’s Keeper”….Cause they are plotting and mean you no good. Check the history books. And I’ve been victim of it. So with my lessons learned. So, to save yourself from a lot of pain and hurt down the road. Just beat their azz and walk away when they claim this. And if they ask why? Simple tell them, you warned me that I was gonna have to beat your azz, so I sped up Karma…… WRITTEN BY JWSJ