Looks aren't everything

can I trade my smile for some time alone with someone to call my own? Can I remove the shimmer from my eyes, to maintain strong bonds and ties? Can my ears hear truth without lies? Can my body buy admiration and committment? Can my lips buy your contentment? Can my heart buy a portion of your soul? Release a treasure untold. Beauty is nothing without the beholder. I'd sell it , consider it sold. If it will buy me your love to have and hold.

free falling

I want to leave the security of this prison, to escape freely to the unknown.

Which is healthy for me? To be in mental prison or freedom in my mind?

In prison it is harsh, lonely, and no possibility to go beyond the four walls of a closed mind.

It’s in prison I know what to expect. Knowing what to expect even in the harshest conditions is comfort, accepting familiar limitations.

In prison there is no progression or regression. Being let free, leaves the possibility of failure.

So, do I make the decision to be content with mediocrity, or jump to imminent unlimited possibilities. This does not eliminate the possibility that there could be failure.

Oh, what to do ?

I think…

I'm going to jump!

Entree

Those who have the ability to love was given the food of God. Those who have the ability to receive love eat at God's table. Those who give love sit at God's table, and eat from his hands.

Bored Meetings

BORED MEETINGS!

Sitting here on my day off
On my time
While we are discussing my inadequacies
Running them all down to me
As if they are new to me.
For the life of me, can’t understand why you constantly impose on my tranquility.
You want me to aide you in your greed, please!
What have you done for me, with your propaganda all distorted, agenda keen?
Again, what have you done for me?
What have you given?
I gave you hard work, good years of my youth!
The good you’ve driven out of me!
I am sitting here, stuck listening to your rambling.
Telling me lies, like “When I shine, you shine.”
You think I am stupid, are you crazy, out of your mind?
Show me the money, give me a raise, I don’t know a ill praise.
That way I can pay bills feed my family; you pay me $7.50.
It’s a joke! You’re the farmer; I’m the horse, entrapped in a yoke.
You work me like a Hebrew slave all day, making bricks without straw
Hey, did you get the memo, slavery is against the law?
You expand and make your billions and my paycheck stays the same
This company is insane, but I’m to blame
I still work here
Year after year, year after year, but the end is drawing near.
Until then I will attend all this stupid, dry, and boring meetings.
The light at the end of the tunnel is what I’m seeing.
While you talk, I smile within.
Because, this no paying none appreciative, no promotion, lame job, and all it’s stupid meetings will come to an end.

All I remember is running

It was last night

I had a dream

Or was it déjà vu?

It took me to a time I knew

All too well

My dream had me under its spell

I looked at me inside my dream

My eyes told me everything

Told me what was in my heart

My sufferings

I struggled with not knowing the meaning

I was running to something

Or was it from?

All I knew is

I was running

Wanting something

Wanted someone to help me

Wanting clarity

It finally all came rushing in on me

I was running from me

The me I should be

The good me was chasing the bad one

Good me said, “What are you running from, I’m tryin to catch up with you?”

Bad me said, “I got shit to do!”

Good me said, “You can go, but little do you know, I will run after you till I catch up. You act like this is punishment. I’m trying to make you a better you! If you allow me?”

So, I stopped

Stood still

Bad me waited until

Good me caught up

I said, “Enough is enough.”

I’m tired of running

I told bad me, “You’re no longer needed, you’re no longer wanted.”

Bad me resigned

Let good me take over

Mic Love

I made passionate love to the mic
The mic loves me
Together we made beautiful children, word babies named poetries
They said this mixture was dark and sinister
Someone get a minister, to exorcise my thoughts
This is a sin, goes against everything I learn, what I was taught
My thoughts consume, me day and night
No, I won’t be alright!
Till I have pen in hand, connected with paper
Only the gospel of written rhyme can save me!
I make love again with every stroke of my pen
I will enjoy my word children, which I had already produced
Named them poetries
Bringing life to me

Mind Fuck

Mind Fuck

Make Love to my body

Fuck my mind

Leave me lost in space and time

Instruct me how to posses you as mine

What we yield could be divine

Teach me moves like Leroy asks in

The Last Dragon

Unlock passion

Massage my body; make me feel like I’m somebody

Brand new

I savor you

Sweet as honey dew

Lying next to you

Administering what you do

My senses sing praises of you

My being will never feel estranged

In the newness of day

Find myself calling your name

Like Bounty

No other name is quite the same

I stand ashamed

Not in a bad way

A good way

My body is your playground

All day

Leave me without breath

No words to say

This poem must end this way

Before I get carried away

In you

Beg you to stay

I could spend forever this way

I hate being poked

I HATE BEING POKED!!!!

Nothing I hate more
Irritates me to the core
My skin absorbed
With your fingure
Poking me
It makes me sore, something I can’t ignore
You poking me
Now you’re facebook poking me
You cyber assualt me
Cyber poking me, disturbs me
What are you poking me with and where?
These things I want to be aware
Why are you poking me,what’s your purpose?
Poking me is the worse
Dang you, curses!
Poke me one more time
I will go crazy lose my mind
Don’t dare poke me on my page, or in person for that matter
Leave a comment, inbox a letter
What ever you do
Don’t poke me ever!

Politically incorrect

I am a Democrat
He, a Republican
We had a heated affair
It ended grim
My thoughts were more abstract
his thoughts...well...extremely organized
My thoughts not organized
According to him, I am the cause of my own demise
I lived in space
He exsisted in time
He said he works out all his problems
I say I have mountains to climb
He is rich, never had to work for what he has
I'm poor, never had to work for what I have
His sky is a pretty blue
It is radiant all day
While his skies were blue
mine were shades of grey
Inspite of our differences, I wanted it to work out
He couldn't fully comprhend me,
No concept of what I was all about
But it's all good
We were just two, trying to

My mind's Abyss

Notch one, notch two, notch three
It's bad I think like a man
on my belt a sista needs help
Didn't love any of 'em
I stayed runnin
Eeny, meeny,miny moe
What nigga brave enough to stay
what one will go
he gotta be hard enough to wreck my flow
My program starrin me, yours truly
gotta slow down somewhere
I'm living death in my abyss
It gets lonely being like this
Hold me, console, me, what's wrong with me
It's gettin kind of lonely
life made me hard, not feminine, as I should be
It ain't easy being me
"Cookee,we wanna see whats inside your brain ?"
love, hate,life, murder,unsettling issues, things unheard of
wanting, lost, confident, shame, a lot of people to blame
Need my knight on a shiny horse to come save me, insane in the brain
Cypress hill,
sista needs a few pills,
meds, but,
will settle for smoke
Everyone's sleepin, I'm woke
We are not all made equal
Cause"I see dead people"
help me, help you, help me stop from going crazy
rock a by baby

Audible Sensations

He speaks

His voice sings melodies

a symphony

I've never heard before

I close my eyes

His words

My mind explores

Releasing an aura of ecstasy

Sending sensations throughout my body

His rhythmic language

Comforting

This form of seduction

 New to me

Luchetta(Cookee)Manus

Transformation

I am changing.

I am metamorphosing into something

I don't recognize

Wisdom fits like 

Fancy shades on my eyes

I am eccentric

Confidence has transformed me

Into something different

And I love it!

I love myself; love the sparkle in my eyes

No need for disguises

I made up my mind to love myself

I have a happiness growing and strecthin

Catch this, I can't be caught

Go girl, go!

 Is the chantin

I hear in my heart

And the beat doesn't stop

It goes on and o

Setting my stage for an amazing tone

Of magnificence and accomplishment

So, this is what grandma meant!

When she spoke of a word

She called happiness

Fuck You!

Fuck me

Fuck reality

Fuck the fakes

And phonies

My so called homies

Fuck being lonely

Fuck the unknown

Fuck Karma

cause that bitch sleepin on her job

Not payin back the wrong

Taken too long

Fuck the system

The people who invented it

The government puttin people in bondage

Chains

They never admit to it

Fuck the shit I live in

Fuck dreamin

Makes my head sore

Fuck this world hope

Jesse it ain't alive anymore

Fuck the rich

Fuck Melissa that bitch

Fuck her tryin to make me miserable

Fuck forgiven her

Fuck the horse she rode in on

Fuck those who hate love

Fuck inside the box

You live in

Fuck failure

I'm in it to win

Fuck ya'll actin like my judge and jury

Only God can judge me

Fuck being unemployed

Being abuse

Misused

And talked about

Fuck you

Fuck being hungry

And all those who claimed they knew or know me

Fuck the dark

Scary, happy

Teary

Me lookin in the mirror

Madness in my head

Fuck poverty

And while I am on the roll...

Fuck everybody!

Fuck it, I'm smoking crack

I made up my mind

I'm smoking crack!

To eliminate the problem with the kidney stone in my back

See, If I smoke crack, it's a well know fact

I can get all of my public assistance, benefits, hell I can collect!

Since age 13, I've worked hard

I always had a job

For 22 years

Never once collected employment

Providing for my family

my heart's enjoyment

to put hands to work, and reap the benefits of my labor

for positive outcomes later

I AM THE WORKING POOR!

Nothing more demeaning, than working hard to the core

to find out your not entitled to any benefits of any kind anymore!

Why? Because I am not an addict

I admit I have a few bad habits (Moscato, one other I won't mention)

But, smoking crack is where it's at!

I will get mega food stamps and cash assistance

they’d find me a home to live in

I'd go to weekly meetings to express my passion for the pipe

and how I hate being an addict

But, it will be worth it!

They’d take this kidney stone out of my back, they would care that I was in pain

I won't have to complain

Waiting on surgery for the 24th of January

About a week or so from today

How friggin dare they!

If I was Beyonce, they'd pave the way

Giving me long hospital stays

I'd be treated like a queen

No insurance paper work for me

 yippy!

or waiting for surgery

This uncomfortable kidney stone

I’m sitting in pain at home

Well, since I am not Beyonce married to Jay-Z

The hospital system seems kinda lazy

No shutting down floors for me

So, I am reduced to my fallacies, and my thoughts

of devising ways to cope with the pain in my back

Laughing at my Vicodin induced thoughts about

smoking crack

ughhhhh!!!!!!! Health care take that!

 

Doing Life

Life is tough

My environment getting rough

I wanna check outta of reality for awhile

Go out in straight jacket style

It's hard to maintain a smile

Laughter

Inside of me is a tornado

Natural disaster

Faith depleting ever faster

Do I ever really matter?

Anymore?

What the fuck am I trying to do good for?

Only to be broke

poor

not cared for

My spirit is broken

cracked

I want my sanity back!

peace of mind

Tired of feeling confined

Tired of useless advice

Wishing everything would get right

Hard to keep up a good fight

I quarrel

Wanting something more from people in this world

than they are willing to give

People don't know how to live

They don't wanna let me live

 

 

Family Ties

I sit and observe
madness
An all exclusive cast
starring my family
along with some fakes, some phonies
Gotta get over some things
I guess this world owes me nothing
When people closest to you are cold hearted and mean
Families are supposed to have a deeper meaning
The war should be outside family doors
not among shared genetic beings
The bible says at the end, people's behavior will wax cold
The definition of love unknown
Families betraying each other
not caring for one another
Having a form of Godliness denying the power thereof
Neglecting God and his kind of love
Why did I think family would love me be different?
Why did I think I would have significance?
Black sheep kept at a distance
If people will forget God and love
I’m not as important
why should i be any different?