Targets

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aim, cnn, Ferguson, free, injustice, Mike Brown, Missouri, police, political, target

We are targets
I fear for those after him
Seems like the world didn’t understand after Martin was slain
Now Brown the same
What’s in common? The target
Demographics similar
Stories the same
Unarmed human beings
Gunned down… For a reason unexplained?
Cops and those with the weapon exterminating young teens like they are some type of infestation
Crowds protests the lost, peacefully
They want us to be unlawful so they can cease us
Shakur said it best, malcom too
Martin want us to be civil, but even When non violent the shots bust through barrels
As if we are the first to act outlandish
Stop treating us like aim
A peace of imaginary sanity and gain
I fear for the generation after
For them I pray because
They like us are targets

Jay G

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Liquor and thoughts (feat. QworldQ)

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black love, collaboration, liquor, love, poems, poetry, thoughts

Jay G

Liquor and thoughts about you
Funny how the roses look like violets in the presence of silence
But the silent night has my thoughts looking vibrant….vivid enough to be absorb the brightest
My cup filled high…. Doubled with the finest
And as I write this.. I see your image as I blink my Eye lids
Adam to eve
On this eve of the night that my mind was locked on you like an iron sight.. my vision became blurry as it was you as my muse
While this liquor gave me courage to write…. While the future looks clearer
Like prism taking in the light
Vibrant and beautiful like my thoughts at night.

QworldQ

The poison consumed slowly turns into a healing potion
it drowns all pain no thought process no sudden motion but never motionless
as the blood in the veins race faster with every drop of this bitter sweet liquid
 the mind becomes more naïve for everyone is wrong and there is only one right..
 lights are now bright depth of vision out of sight hearing now lost to an empty solution at what cost
the world around is only yours for he or she drinks thy liquor

poetic state of mind

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black love, broken, dreams, forever, love, poems, poet, poetry, promise, space, spiritual, spoken word, suspicious, unconditional

so many thoughts on the mind of this writer
how i miss the way my hands, would caress your body
gently
without hesitation or thought
now these hours are the only thing blocking me from you
these minutes are acting like proximity mines
that can go off any second
but the urge baby
i got an urge to lay with you
love you
rough enough to make your soul and spirit catch the holy ghost
my love connection is only due to the embrace of the way you and i
project
the media can only see partial of our happiness
if you took the time to weigh our love
it would convert from grams to tons instantly
so many dreams in my mind over the span of the nights time
that when i awake
my reality is blissful
filing
full of the feeling of happy
but i miss the way my hands would scalp your body
how your temple would allow me to place a wedge inside the doorway so that my love could explore you
god does not understand how much i love you
not as much as zeus’s love child and
not much as her creation, for its because of his arrows and weapon that i can stand here with such dictation
and praise of the favor
the prominent flavor of her confection
is the reason for my hearts dilation
give me a.. minute baby
so many thoughts on the mind of this writer
because of you my muse
the one who constantly inspires

Jay G

EXchanges

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black love, broken, ex, love, poet, poetry

The simplest of exchanges
Can be the thing that makes You
Breaks you…
Takes your soul away
Live for her love, die for her love
Six feet deep in regrets
Knowing I broke her heart
Knowing that I may never get back that part
Some things
You go to war for. Even when you’re fighting alone
Because she still has my heart furnished with memories
Her scent still lingers like she’s next to me
Her side still warm… I wonder if she feels me
Or is it non existent
The feeling… If so how distant?
I was never wondering of the other
I was hurt more than anything
But still hoping you would return to me.
Fully… Without wading in regrets of what your life could be
The comparison of shades in a yard can be easy to see
When things are in shambles
Or are becoming shattered….
The simplest of exchanges
I love You. Can hold the same significance as
I hate you
Just different ends of the spectrum
Difference is the simplicity in the exchange

Jay G

Merciful

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black love, love, mercy, poem, poet, poetry, venus

I heard heaven was merciful to the sins of us
Or at least that’s what I was informed by an angel from the most high
Even if I feel at my low
Aphrodite wraps her hands around my soul
And brings me home
See Venus unlike earth
Brings you up and idolize your worth
And not focus on the materialistic things that you can’t take to the afterlife after your rebirth.
So I hold what I was told by an angel from highest
In hopes that through the power of love my faith in the book of love will bring me higher.

Jay G

Untouched

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black love, love, poems, poet, poetry

I found a place that’s untouched
Untapped
She tapped into the mind of I the moment my eyes clashed with hers
She knows it…
From then til now feels like an infinity
And we feel it.
As we go beyond this ecstasy
To this untapped place
Breaths taken are only from the lips of us
On this relic
On this planet…
She ……

Jay G

Is

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black love, love, poems, poet, poetry

I knew it was that
From the moment of intellectual conception
It was perfection
I fell deeply in feeling with you
In need of revival… You’ve taken the breath of me
My sweetest
No such thing as part time pleasure when it comes to my hearts affection
Ive become infected by the inferior feeling that is …. 

Jay G