Poetry is my inspiration...

It was the secret held inside
A secret best kept to him 
A man torn to pieces 
Torn over not being able to be with his true love
For society damned the act of man and man or woman and woman
It was the pain that lurked in his heart
Yearning for the chance to be with his true mate
And his true mate to be with him 
Society has masked the growth of a culture
Only because they are still stuck in their segregated ways 
The belief of equality of all man has been at question
If a man is able to freely worship the devil
Why not is a man able to love, romantically, his own sex?
People who have openly expressed their hatred
Hatred towards the quote “Horrible” lifestyle 
They have yet to realize their brother, sister, best friend children and sometimes themselves 
Are among those who secretly love the same sex
If the fifteen year old children can birth a child together
Why not can a man and man or woman and woman marry happily ever after?
Why are the laws more harmful to their lifestyles
Than these children who populate and overcrowd our group homes with children
The huge issue with not only being a man, black and young 
But to also like another man brings greater disgrace to the family name 
And society as a whole
This war for equality is on going 
And to be honest not nearly close to being over
Here we are still fighting racial equality secretly 
Do you think a mere law will bring an end to this mad world?
A world that uses the bible for its own benefit
But never do they use it for the true equality of all man
Yet another issues arises 
The bible is not practiced by all 
So why subject all to it?…..(To be continued)

-Devin

I was told I was heartless for the deeds done

The shattering of a heart for my own selfish reasons

To watch as a soul needed saving and I was the only one to save it

Yet I walked away never to look back

I heard the desperate cries for help but chose to ignore them

For a split second the good in me reconsidered

But that split second ended quickly with the evil lurking through my body

Days went by followed by weeks, months and years

Then my heartless ways caught up with me

There I was hanging off a ledge waiting to be saved

Screaming to the silhouette view of a being

Watching them as they walked away

Could this be what karma is

Slowly my fingers slipped off that edge and my heart began to race faster

My feet dangled beneath me as I contemplated looking down

The guilt ran through my body 

For the person that needed me could have been here to save me

Then did I begin to pray

It was prayer that I had lacked with so much evil in me

Tears ran down my face

Screaming my prayer to the top of my lungs

Lord forgive me Lord forgive me

LORD GOD FORGIVE ME

But then the life I led flashed through my head

The pain I caused to others 

The disappoint to not doing better

My heart ceased to beat and the only finger holding on let go

I awakened in my bed with tears running down my eyes

It was all a dream or nightmare even

If that was not the wake up call of wake up calls

I do not know what was

Fortunately I am able to get it right 

Serve my God in the way he intended me to serve

Imaginative Poet, Devin 

Have a great day everyone! Much love to you all!

Take my hand and hold it tight;
I got a feeling I’m about to make the pussy feel right;
Touching,holding,feeling,and embracing;
This will be passionate love that will be enticing;

… I want to make you moan;
As if making sex over the phone;
Scream my name as I kiss your very spot;
Making you warm up eventually feeling hot;

When I kiss you feel the love;
As I embrace your lips with mine like a glove;
Slow stroking this time;
Getting you to your prime;

Breathe in my ear;
And baby have no fear;
For this love will be the best strokin’;
Baby I am not jokin’;

I see I put a smile on that face;
but the smile brings rememberance that
this love is saved by grace;
through all the headache endured;
true love and our passion for each has been ventured;

So let’s do it missionary;
Making sounds that are extraordinary;
Creating new ties;
Never parting with good-byes;

-Devin W.

There he stood in front of the mirror. Wondering and questioning who he was. Frustration grew across his face for he could only think of his father. The young man asked his mother a many of times who is his father but what could she do but get angry all over again. Anger was an understatement for she was full of hatred. To be in love with a man who abandoned you once you were pregnant with his son had to deeply hurt. But it is a story notoriously known. Tears fell down on her pillow soaking the cotton every night after her son asked the antagonizing question of who his father is. She wanted to tell him but she did not know where to begin. Did she start by telling how no good and trifling he is or does she start with the way he used to love her like she was the only girl on the planet giving the son some hope of the “good” in his father. Either way it goes the story all ends up at the exact same ending; her son yearning for the knowing of who hisfather is. Now here stands in front of this mirror a single-mother that does not mind the single part but worries on the mother part. She questions her ability to give her son the knowledge he needs to be the man he needs to be. But her assurance is restored in him when he walks in every day telling his mother that he works hard in school for the both of them. He assures her that he will be nothing like the father that left because of fear of having real responsibility. This is a story that repeats itself day in and day out. “Who am I”, some young man is questioning right now as he looks at himself in the mirror. But our hope is he finds the positive good in himself and not the negative. When you look at the timeline the father more than likely went through the same thing himself. He just knows negligence and irresponsibility leading to the corruption of the very young men who we are looking forward to leading our communities someday. The question is, “Will they actually make it to lead or will they be six feet under ground or incarcerated following the example of the wrong example. This is the question at hand; the question that must be answered! But only time will tell, right? -Devin

As I sit on this bus traveling on valentines day
I would “sell” my love just for this day
But I am really at a lost
I feel left out and unloved
I’m going to be stuck at a bus stop because no one loves or cares enough for me to come get me
Then again maybe it is me….
Have I left a bad impression upon everyone I know
Have I used them and not realized it
I’m really lost to what type of life I have led
I’m leaving Memphis Thursday, June 20, 2013 and will not return
I may just visit but that is a big MAYBE
I’m ready to be appreciated flaws and all
I ready to be waited on when I ask for a simple please wait
I’m ready to not be manipulated into getting out of character because of the insecurities of another
I am ready to have the inner me brought out through love and care
I may sound really gay for what I have written
I may be judged significantly for it as well
But I am just being a realist and expressing my feelings in the way I feel best right now
I will be excluding myself from the social life of the city I live in
I will proudly spend valentines day with myself
I am capable of being great and greater
Everything happens for a reason
Maybe one day I will get the revelation to why I went through the horrible feeling of not feeling loved
Signing off as a loved baffled poet
Happy Valentines Day enjoy yours to the max
I sure in hell won’t !

I know a many of guys have inevitably destroyed your trust

Trust for the guys in this city

But see woman I am not like those many guys

Their main object was to get between those thighs

Breaking the seal of an innocent soul

But that is not my goal

I want to get inside you but mentally and emotionally

Gaining the knowledge of what makes you happy

But guys like me are unseen from your world

Oblivious to the goodness that comes with us

I stray away from approaching you

Afraid that my khakis, button down, bow-tie and loafers are not your preference

But instead a swagger with my pants hanging off my butt

With a blunt hanging out my mouth

Checking out your best friend eager to sex her

That is what you are attracted to

I guess my lack of a body full of tattoos runs you away

Or is it the fact my money is legit instead of selling dope

I know these words are only going over your head

But beautiful one day you will understand these words said

When you have the chance to get away

I promise I will keep you and never let you go astray

Building a future that keeps you safe

Not having you wonder if I am coming home to take care of you

I can cater to you while you bless me

Bless me with your mere presence

I am not trying to sex you

I am just trying to get to know you

Know what makes you happy

And give you a life far better than what you are used to

Just give me a chance and let’s build this thing together

Changing your stormy weather into a stupendous array of light

Developing our love with each God awakening day

-Devin, 20