Poem: Over Cum Me…

Fruition – harsh whispers telling me that you’re finish with reading my poetry – ok then over cum me

You’re too personal babe and personally I think it’s all about me – I mean what are really trying to say

Nothing lover – it’s just poetry

How do you write from a third person’s perspective like most writers do – without being personal – come on now honestly

Again it’s poetry and it’s my creative outlet – like my words are… Inspired from every angle

Love, maybe your psyche is twisted with insecurities influenced by your past logics that interpret my words as being miseducated

Say No…? Say Not – Say What? Ok then over cum me

I dreamt of honest convos lustful behaviors for several years and that’s not misguided but babe fear not – fret never – ok quit

I welcome chats – only facts though – instead of being lost in the dance called the sugar foot blues – just let me go

You’re on this one moment now turning and then rotating to the sonic waves of my theme song

However in the end it’s just two unbalanced energies – you know like when molecules approach closer unstable but still closer versus further and farther

I mean there must be some sort of science to this connect or our theories are just a wreck and just too messing for Monday’s

Whatever just let me go and allow the connection between us to depart ways – it’s too early this mornings – you’ve been think all night – right…???

If not we’re just blocking the sun rays shine from its goal of spreading warmth – some call these clouds by other names and there different types of clouds – you know…???

Fruition – destiny meant it’s action – it’s words too and some words we cannot ever be take back

Maybe you’re intentions were to spark my emotions – Bc you thought I was emotionless and maybe at times it’s true

Conclusions are it has back fired – towards us – so now let’s walk away before none peace more war becomes our normalcy

I request freedom for you and me – over cum me and give me free…

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Poem 8

The open book of Marlou Le Cool – you know – I spit line for lines – sometimes even some subtle dancing – two stepping into my random thoughts…

I keep advancing forward but her mind – she’s lost in the world of scented candles – so far the light reflects motion of an urban romance.

The subliminal signs – naw I talking intimate bilingual grind – I’m reading her body lingo – she’s wants to be communicated – If not now but then later when I’ve graduated.

Her box needs the number nine and a glass of wine – we both loves love – lasting 69 – like it’s the pro era – I mean the last time since forever – whenever – never.

That’s deep – figured I walk against the traffic of fears then pull hair until her invisible moans reappear – I repeat she’s often tense.

Disappearing like the moon does XO – moreover – cum again – you channel my name Douglas – but love I’d rather be called King Marlou…

I’m royalty from Bethany Street around the corner from Veteran’s Memorial – that’s the north side of thangs and my state of mind.

Hence the lost culture – a forgiven gem – like steady Eddie Eddie – Eddie rocks. I remember – I still can hear the sounds of train in my dreams – sonically beautifully ugly… It just the random thoughts of a poet…

Lovely Classmate – Light Skin Butterfly

Everything – I mean everything about you and this moment right-now is beautifully awful to me

I should have said this in person – I mean – I wanted to speak this out-loud but after class – you walk too fast speedily away – like you have magical feet

You keep passing me by and I’m just not sure what to say -except “Hello/Goodbye” – but trust me I want to tell you more – like damn you’re so beautiful

There you are standing – seating – walking twice weekly – smiling – focused on the lesson of weather or not

Usually talking – learning – raising your hand like me – looking like sunrise of this brand new year – I was amazed at for sight

Reserved – I’m often reserved counting my breaths looking over my left/right shoulder – hoping to catch a glimpse of you or simply make to eye contact

Hoping to muster the right words or the proper line to speak – anything but “Hello/Goodbye”

I don’t know – I just wonder if your left hand is empty and if so – for how long – whomever he is – he’s a lucky man

Gorgeous you are is what I need or what I want to say – but what if it’s received as an improper notion – are you single?

So, I figure I’d learn sign language to sign the phrase “you’re beautifully – intriguing to me” in order to impress you cleverly and earn just one simple smile

Hello again, light skin golden brown butterfly with amazing eyes shinning – I heard you work at Grady

Well I’m you’re biggest fan – plus I’m interested in bringing single rose to every class – respectfully

Love, I know you’re good-looking but I hope that you’re character comes close to matching your physical attributes because in the end the spirit and heart is all that matters

“Hello again” please allow me to reintroduce myself – my name is Marlou Crenshaw and I’m all about Gentlemen Honor’s

Now please tell me – what is your name – because I need to know you and I want remember you name the next time I pen poetry

Freestyle poem 7

Valentine moments of clarity – the par score but I was aiming for eagles – flying through night lights of Atlanta.

Re route to the pink matter – giving you my honesty – hopefully you don’t see me as weak or emotional but as a masculine being.

Three knocks – welcome in with long furs – high heals –
Scented lotions on your thighs.

Blue bags and twelve long stems – Brazilian wax in areas for me gift wrapped – I want entire package…

Jamaican ascent naw – correction virgin island slim loving flavor ice cream with back rubs.

Happy Valentine’s for Life everyday – charming slow motion down moves – climax.

Pumpkin soup warms me re energize the wood tips – thanks for loving me. Indeed…………..winning.

Marlou

Poem: No Blocks

Writers block – not – part of the plan nor the ideas of conversation spilling ink on my papers – word is bond metaphorically – I’d pause

Clocks ticking tock gripping notes post with tense ideas sparked under closed eyes lids – I started to drift on drafts – pause

Cliff hangers never simple – but out of the language paraphrases into visual patterns and usually off inspiration – I’d paused

Today Marta trips to high institutions – type of sounds I hear these environments it’s giving me energy and ideas of humanity – go – and again I’d pause

How are you still single and yet write about all this passion intimacy – veracity – in poetry?

Because Nas birth my pen back in ’92 – with them amazing stories – pause – I heard I listened to this lyrical warrior visualizing the words out my stereo – my hero

Go – for years I watched Uncle Noble sleep with speakers against his ears – what you’re thinking

I mocked him – it hooked me too – the frequencies – and I lost 10% hearing…

But I gained life – I saw – I heard a deeper picture – through music I traveled the entire universe and then I found the pause – wait this is poetry…

Poem: Yak Yak

Beautiful – yeah – I said ugly beautiful attitudes – her vocal tones is on other side of my phone feelings wordy – yak yak

I’m the opposite of day light – The Reverse flow rainforest dripping drops of – Hints hence like a quiet riot of emotions – but still I’m fading away

Talk English to me babe and not signs or that coded language – word up I’m think double Rr damaged me – paused we – XO…

Waiting patiently – my heart’s hollow – tired tongues – packing condoms – a nerdy convo and a shooter – yak yak – why talk history

I’m feeling sort of different now – Bc commitments got my feet running and my Nerves working too hard – and that too familiar – I give it to GOD

Again I’m running. Hey I’m running fast… Going Gone – brain storming scared of slowing down gotta avoid Sunday – Monday mornings – back to work yak – I’m world touring.

Sipping yak – two steps back every 60 /40 flat – again I’m saying bet on the house on black – hell naw – yak yak

Ninjas – I’m back rocking soft leathers, cool waters and baby powder – even them flat hats with a black beard – and that’s Coolism and you heard it here – first.

Yak yak…………………………

Freestyle poem 6

Just open up your mouth and spell out the verbiage. Why are you so nervous? Just let the words bounce off the stomachs of the audience literally and figuratively

Why are we so confused about we – retreating back towards the shadows – skipping pass the point of explanations – it’s abnormal gratitude during these dry seasons – I licked now I’m no longer humbled

She pleasing to the fingertips – adventurous too – I use my imagination to break down our lies again and then down shift my movements – I’m sort of rough when I first entered – XO

Together we merge into each other’s personal space – I once considered her lap dance to be kissable but right now I don’t know – it’s just lust memorized into muscle memory

Damn time moves – meaning this duration moves fast and my hugs are like wings just consuming her entirely

Breakfast she baked warm banana nut bread and brewed some phenomenological coffee with caramel creams – that’s my sweetie playing mind games again

Her undesired freedom breathes and my throbbing sinus reliefs me to tiptoe across rhythm the moans for the second round – let’s commune after we sleep babe – please wake up me in a hour plus or minus…………………..