Thursday, April 21, 2011

STAND DOWN

It ain't about you and the goodies that you think are all so sweet.
The consumption of to much junk food can cause major cavities!
Most dads are made dead beats because of your selfishness and ignorance.
Let a man establish a platform so the music doesn't have to stop as they dance!

STAND DOWN

You don't always have to be the adjoining puzzle pieces to a father and his children.
Let him hold the authority,
the pain,
the discomfort,
and the let downs.....
A PARENTS SIREN!

STAND DOWN

Lets make this myth apparent.
Being a single mom in most cases doesn't make you a single parent.
A child shouldn't have to bare your past nor your short comings cuz your without!
Your screams aren't a kids screams, a kid shouts....
.....BALANCE.....

STAND DOWN

Just remember your something worth more than pieces to a puzzle!
your the foundation that the puzzle rests against.....
.....STABILITY.....

STAND EQUAL







D.Sharp

Monday, April 18, 2011

A Pin Drops

My breath holds in ultimate silence awaiting to hear your whisper.
I stare at the ground and count the many directions in which you guided my lighted hopes.
Places beyond my reach-
a distance that can only be smelled from a scope.
Within my room do i sit in darkness?
Or does darkness sits within thine temple?
I want to be humble,
I want to prosper,
I want to be your dimple.
The dimple that sits amongst a pondering forest of perfection....YOUR FACE!
Baby please cry for me and bless me with a purified tear.
I grow anxious........
feel the tremble of my lips for that taste.
Love and devotion rids my fears.
My head rests against dead silence awaiting to hear your whisper1

A Pin drops




D.Sharp

Thursday, April 14, 2011

STAND UP

Be the man that GOD imaged you to be.
Stand tall for the world and fall for the gifts of your children.
Any boy can be a dad but it takes a man to be labeled a father!
A entitlement bestowed upon from within.

STAND UP

Money and gifts are the shades to the destruction of our kids self-being.
Time given, spent, and sacrificed justifies a innocent child's meaning!

STAND UP

Responsibility started when you courted that woman to engage in a act of unity.
No different from a lock being succumbed to a key.
Your owning responsibility!

STAND UP

If your a man reading this your not a dead beat!
Just a misguided specimen scared to succeed and have someone depend on you!
Understand and digest this clue.

STAND UP

P.S.
This is part 1, ladies your next......STAND DOWN......



D.Sharp

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Teyonna

A gentle breeze sweeps accross ones face,
giving the feeling of life in its purest form.
A form of beauty brought into this world the day, the hour, and the minute you were born!
You are said to be one of the many resting rocks along a mountains hillside.
Giving it texture and strength to stand firmly amongst this earth!
You are our futures answers and your parents love.
I thank the man from above.

A CHILD'S WORTH!

Dedicated to my daughter...I love you!



D.Sharp

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Deja Vu.......

Stop crying and feeling sorry for yourself,
you've been here before!
Opportunity always seem to knock, I open it and destiny closes the door.
I sit along side my bed as time kills me.
Killing me softly with piercing thoughts running through my head.
My body stays in warmth as my hands and feet freeze like the Antarctic.
I cant feel my soul!
A scream scourers my insides as silence distinguishes a clocks tic.
My nose begins to speak with its sniffles.
I have yet to move out of this space.
why are the walls moving in on me?
Whats this dreadful place?
WAIT, I've been here before!
Aren't you loves rock bottom?
Death is my soul------bury me------
So many signs surround me or was it just overlooked clues?
Once again trapped in DEJA MUTHAFUCKING VU!



D.Sharp

Sunday, April 10, 2011

BEVERAGE

A tall glass spirited with the potions to drink.
 Can I take a sip?

I figure we can become one!
The beauty of my life fulfills me just as the liquid elegance that applauds you.
 We stand abroad and full.
 Time relapses and we become empty, not free but incomplete. A measure dictated by our choices to its millimeters, a window of small. The butterfly awaits to cocoon, I've awaited years to spin. Is there anyone around to wind my threads?
Speak freely, yell softly, and embrace lightly!
The hand that feeds us calls upon you seductively. Touch the soul..... it wont bite! Close your eyes and feel from within. A beat for freedom- A beat for life- Rhythm vibrates my glass while poise inherits my juices.
 A tall glass spirited with the potions to drink.
 Can I take a sip?
 I figure we can become one.



D.Sharp

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Portrait

A hand calms my face as i wonder about the future to be.
Lightly glistened with a tear,
My hand falls to my knee.

A vision of eternity calls with vivid day dreams.
Unmoved by life, the chair creeps from a slow rock to a lean.

I can feel it....

I can be it....

Wood comes by scarce now.
What am i to do to keep this fire lit?

A glass half empty.... I am it and it is me!

The wind blows and sings to me with the background voice of withered trees.

A song soulfully embraced by thine ears.
The tapping of shoes dormant my fears.

Like a bottomless circle,
I'm left wide open!

Slow Dance

As we stand in the middle of the dance floor,
I stand in silence to calm the beating of my heart.
The lights fade all around us as the spot light seeks us!
All aboard, this yacht is leaving its shore.

As you move seductively with the streams of light.
I cant help but gain the very tool that has me fixed on you.
A tilt of a head and a strong gaze......
....O yeah that would be my sight.


Tonight you're my Bonnie and Im your Clyde.
Like the material moving up your thigh,
I want to ride.


Put your leg up on my hip and I'll gladely persuade you into a taunting
romantic dip.


The musicstops to give witness.
The music speaks again as our bodies master the art of strip tease.
The lights rise from around us with applauds.


Whispers cry out,
Can you play that song again?


PLEASE....


PLEASE....



D.Sharp

My Eyes

Look into my eyes and read my personal thoughts.
Can you see the forgiving, the needing, and the lost love?
A tear falls from the bronze gaze and shows off memories of my life. Pictures taken in action - action in which my camera has caught!
My mouth opens in rhythm but my voice subsides along with a breath.
Silence - no voice to hear - no sounds forming words to appear.
I close my eyes to hide the glistening of my feelings.
Behind closed eye lids there are no cards to play, only chosen dealings.
Eyes so strurdy..
eyes so light brown..
Look into my eyes, they can give you what my voice couldnt...............................................................
.................emotions of sound!

Love
        Desire
                  Hurt
                         Sorrow
                                     Happiness
                                                     Missing
                                                                  Wanting
                                                                               Believing
                                                                                             Trusting
                                                                                                          Pain

All sounds recorded within my pupils where they'll forever remain.
When they open,
                          look into my eyes and capture
                                                                       BEAUTY!



D.Sharp

Friday, April 8, 2011

I AM

I am who I am because of what I am.
I am the nectar from ones soiled substance.
I am the distance to ones sight, I am the whisper of beauty that you hear everyday.
I am your faith behind your thoughts while on bending knee you pray.

I AM.....

I am the art work that exhibits your reflection.
The grass drinks from it morning dew as options of right and left hold an election.

I AM

I am the grace to a dancers elegance.
I am a umbrella to blinding eyes.
Within every gift lies the texture of what to be and what to become....unwrap this joyous surprise.
Witness me for all to see...

I am

       PHENOMENAL



D. Sharp

Thursday, April 7, 2011

I

I cant make you be the ripple in the pond......
I cant make you the emotion of a promise.....
I cant make you love me!

I'll close my eyes to witness defeat as my stomach fights its final feeling!
A Life of treasures rusted over and tarnished,  a item no longer appealing...
I cant make you love me!

I cant------------------ I cant

Stop these voices from speaking the untruths.
I dont wanna hear the sounds of your heart.......SILENCE!
The uncharted evidence of proof,
Damn you patience....Damn You!

I cant make you love me....

I



D. Sharp

1st Time

Open is the womb who throbs for the sensation of the unknown.
A rhythm taught and recited thru the your harmonic moans.....
Harmonic moans of your first time!

Capture the beauty in which is you.
The texture of your skin and your nerves become the roller coaster of your climax!
Feel the rising of your wetness as the log awaits rotation among your rivers.

The 'IT' factor.....
......is this a sigh?

Ride me and feel my earthly shivers!

I cant believe this is my first time.

My answers are formed in the kneeling of your heart. Let my aroma be the fragrance of a fine dine.

I welcome my first time!




D. Sharp