Why Expect more?

See we go around in this never ending cycle

I expect you to know what I want

And I dont think you expect anything at all

See the human heart tells us to expect greatness

Live with the feeling of knowing

That what is unknown is known and not said

But is it wrong for me to expect more

Trusting there will be a better day

Expect you to know what I want

Expecting you to have the decency

To move past immaturity and grant me with the honesty of ya thoughts

Yet I still don't know how or what to feel or whyI'm upset

Because apparently this is you your personality and ya swag and unbelievably for the first time I cant read another being that is not I

It is as if we're two different notes seeking to mesh and create harmony

And as the world seems fond of me to you I'm just like the rest

So it's like the more I expect of you you just seem to expect less

Tainted by what the world has made of you

But then again it's just you being you so why expect more......

Live Life WIth No Regrets

See I was told to never regret the decisions I make
So from a young age we drilled with the concept of live life with no regrets
Yet I don't follow that stupidity
Because to live a life of no regrets means
Every decision made in life whether it be good or bad was never a mistake
See unfortunately for me there some things I do
Like I regret that one day I cursed at my mom
Because it was the one day she slapped fire out my ass
And i regret buying that one shirt
knowing that i'll never wear it
And I regret that one night I drank to much
looked at my phone to text I dont even remember
I regret wasting my time with her... her.. and her
What I regret more was playing with her  heart
I regret manipulating you to do what I please
And I regret that one night that we had
Because after its never been the same
And I regret letting you go because
Forever you'll be the one that got away
I regret not saying I love you
because since you passed I say it everyday
So I live now a life of no regrets in remembrance that I don't want anymore

So She Asked Me Why....

See In life we often ask questions that we don’t know the answer

Questions like

Who? What? When? Where?
What am I doing? What is she doing?

Why am I here? Why am I here with her?

How long it’s been? How is she?

Is she the one?

Do I love her? Does she love me?

Why is it that I can’t wake up and not think about her?

But in life some questions are answered easily

So she asked me if I were to have all my senses but my sight would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

I need my eyes to gaze upon ya beauty. Not just your physical features but the beauty within. That epic moment when our eyes meet and every second feels like an eternity.  So yea my sight I would miss for each time I gaze upon ya eyes feels like a never-ending bliss

So she asked me if I were to have all my senses but hearing would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?  

I need to hear your soothing voice. As each word rolls off your tongue sounding like a beautiful harmony. Hearing your sweet whispers in my ear and the sound of nothing but your breath as you lay on my chest when you sleep. So yea my hearing I would miss for the sounds you make bring me to a place of never-ending bliss

So she asked me if I were to have all my sense but my touch would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

I need my touch to feel ya lips as we kiss. To feel ya hands as we engage in a tender embrace. To touch every portion of your body and feel every curve. To run my fingers through your soul and feel exactly as you feel. So yea my touch I would miss for each time I feel you puts me in a state of never-ending bliss

So she asked me if I were to have all my senses but my sense of smell would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

I need to smell your perfume on my clothes. And I need to smell the delectable dinners you prepare for me. That scent that just you have. So yea my smell I would miss for the scent of you throws me into a never-ending bliss

So she asked me lastly if I were to have all my senses but my taste would I miss it?

I said of course

So she asked why?

So I answered simply to taste what sweet love we make

Intimidated by my Intellect

Meaningless intercourse

No longer effecting me in the manner it once did

Making once lively portions of my body dead

The mind no longer in a state of feeling ecstasy

And affiliated by stupidity

Unable to fully comprehend

Therefore not fulfilling my needs

Asking me to dumb it down

Shows your lack of respect

So we part ways because I realize you are

Intimidated by my intellect

Never was the muscular type to flex and draw in women like moths to a flame

So I simply use my brain to engage in things other than her Coca cola frame

Hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

No longer coerced by societies conceptual views

Of a thick frame manifested through silicone ways

More through the muscle above

Her bust that is worked through conversation

Again hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Moving past what the average man wants

To obtain what the average man needs

Engaging in a menage a trois with her mind and soul

Hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Passionate conversations spanning days

Stimulating our minds

Creating orgasmic sensations

Without the use of hands, lips, or my....

Hoping she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Learning from one another

Seeing that with each day we grow

Not as individuals but as a couple

And with each day no matter how subtle

I realize she is not

Intimidated by my intellect

Appreciative of the man I am

And while I can hold a conversation about sports

I can quickly shift to a conversation of scholars

From the greatest to play the game M.J.

To the most brilliant mind being Einstein

I realize she is

Appreciative of my intellect

So now as we hold hands its not just a union of our bodies

And as we kiss its not just a union of our souls

As society and all those within it realize they should be

Intimidated by our intellect

Star Crossed Lovers

Shakespeare once spoke of a love that could survive the distance of stars 
A love that could quench any thirst and relinquish any hunger
A love with strength enough to rival that of gods
And in an instant that love can vanish
A love beyond love taken leaving  one weak
A once forever feeling fleeting
And at times to fill this void
We confuse quantity for quality
Jumping from meaningless relationship to meaningless relationship hoping to replace wat we lost
Instead of fighting for what we had
Pride a vindictive obstacle blocking what we truly want
And after mistakes are made, that once king and queen feeling can no longer be repaired
Conversations that spanned from sunrise to sunset gone
And wat was once yours is anothers
Leaving thoughts of what we should have been to what we can no longer be
So when someone asks me who you are to me 
I simply say
Your the one that got away

La Vie De Spoken Word

“Run your fingers through my soul. And for once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, pretend you understand.”

See what is difficult to understand is the stages of a man

Let alone myself as a poet

Each experience brought forth life to what was once dead portions of my soul

Education fractured by a surrounding world imposing unfamiliar values on an unsuspecting teen yet

“From a concrete jungle who knew a flower would grow”

And from that flower a new poet

One to change the ideas of many

One that breaks modern stereotypes

One that redefines what it is to be a black man

Forcing those who doubt to stand by idly

As I utter

“You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'”

Why not become the poet I know I can become

Why not master magnificent metaphors meticulously making for a modern muse

Why not challenge the conceptual barriers set by writing in order to become better

And as I fail

“If at first you don’t succeed try, try again.”

Try harder to achieve what I never had before

Despite criticism rise and excel and be the poet I am

And as the phoenix rise yet again from the ashes of defeat

Coming into my own and giving life to new art

“Spoken Word is the rhythm of my voice Spoken Word is the way my words move off pages and serve as beams to your mind Spoken Word is my tone, my diction, and my breath. As I exhale you inhale spoken word and when you exhale I inhale a piece of you. Spoken word is a form of communication. Spoken word is me”

Spoken Word is who I’ve become

It is a portion of my soul that cannot be severed

As a member of Cazenovia College my spoken word has not been tainted but strengthened

Each experience molding my very human nature into what it is

Moral Valor and Loyalty all traits exemplified

Spoken Word is no longer just an art form

Spoken Word is now Yves