Monthly Archives: April 2015

Before you do… [POEM]

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I expect you to lead
going further
than I could ever see
I want you to dream
and then realize the imaginations
that you foresaw in your sleep
I know that you will
and it is my prayer
that every good want be real
I see it for you
and what I can see
is true,

Before you do…

Know that I know that
yet I still have no idea
surprised at every move you make
being a result of something I did
and as you sleep
I cover you in kisses
so that the affection of a man,
is what you never miss
I pray you understand fellowship,
that it is an idea
that society never twists
I believe that you believe in God
but that you never let it prevent you
from believing in humans
I trust you
to know a God to your liking,
that the miracles of such
be forever possible,
that you know you can do it

Before you do…

I assume you curious
I prefer that you pry
I want you to search out identity
I support that you try
that you decide for yourself
to determine my choices keen
that you prefer listening
as you discover these things
and when you become
a man after a woman
that you would capture the moments
so that no tradition nor curse
ever be found in your verse

Before you do…

Go along for adventure
taking advice
I offer gems and jewels of value
that you might want to heist
that you pawn for experience
that you barter for time
that you exchange for the chances
of staying alive
that you sell for profit
that you loan for like
that you trade for wisdom,
the currency of life

Before you do…

Ever pretend my presence
or ponder my be
I offer an invisible wall
that prefers you to see
for my faults are plenty
my mistakes are grand
Yet I have faced every challenge
to afford you the stand
that this world bring you better
that you never find it faint
that just like my mother taught me,
you learn no such as can’t
that authority serves you purpose
that diversity serves you cause
that different serves you stature
that independence serves you all…

So that your way is unimpeded
that freedom gives you such
as yours to choose
that you are apt to remain open,
that you awake aware,
and that there is peace
before you do.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

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For my Friend…

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I wish that I had clearer words and remedy for you right now…
I wish that I had a better situation or circumstance to accommodate for the events that are before you. I wish things were different.

I myself, lie here, in this moment, at the mercy of my own ideas. Ideas that have shaped me odd. Perceptions that have molded me uneven. Thoughts that have created me outcast. I am but an attitude from going too far. I am resting upon the edge of anger. Teetering towards the brink of a disaster. I have no answer for myself. Only questions. Only one question, why?

There are no sentiments for the sick of somewhat. There is only sympathy for the assured. But I’ve too many inquiries for those who carry my burdens light. I’m too free. I am too open. I am not of any programming sufficient to limit my release. So I am sufficient to suffer whatever my course. They say I deserve it. They say it serves me right.

Yet I am in no way lost in my finding cause to believe best for them. I have every hope and expectations toward their benefit. I pray and petition for them. I fight for their dreams and I occupy myself bystander to their path. No obstruction or objection. I agree. I comply. I concede.

And yet, here lies a man sordid by the controversy of self. Torn. A loosened page from the book of tradition. I assert that I have no feeling for the reflex of remembered pain. I have forgotten it all. I am a wanting pup towards an evil master. I’ve no other place to turn. Until I’ve turned. Before that time I am still bound to forgive and forget. I resolve myself to ignore the torture of memories that have haunted me helpless…

As I begin to imagine your struggle, I am slow to conjure a perfect solution. I want better for you. I thought that I’d seen better for you. I now understand that even that imagination was my selfish interpretation of perception. I loathe that I may have ignored an outcry.

What can I do? In what capacity can your space allow me? What abundance do I have that can provide for you at this moment? Can I be useful?

I ponder the resilience of distance as I formulate the plan that terrorizes the demons of mediocrity from my own door. As I contemplate the desire of my enemy toward my pain, I find solace in a peace of knowing that there is still breath on me. There is wind of me to move. There is energy here, I can muster the courage to flee from such a way.

As I delve about this abyss of tantrum and tale, I slight towards the wake of general appraise. What ado shall be afforded my consideration? What applause shall anoint me profound? Will I ever be restored?

I think, pray, dream, and wish, all well, to you, for you, and on your behalf.
I await your victory.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Uncomfortable… [POEM]

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I wanted you
when you wanted to
even flaunted you
as you were flying through
never deviated from that
because I wanted you
even as you destroyed me
because you wanted to
broke my heart for fun
did what you wanted to
let me believe I was the one
not even a number two
something about timing
and all that love could do
you felt like leaving me
I felt what you wanted me to
saw it as a reason to stay
what you were going through
excuses for every day
none of them were true
but I stayed
because you needed me to
accepted resistance as payment
especially when love was due
should have denied it
what was that going to do
you only wanted me to shine
in the shadow of you
and I was content with that
rather enjoyed the view
took your company as a sign
that at least I made it through
someone had to fix your heart
and I was willing to
you never even noticed
and I was miserable
happy trying to make you happy
but only vulnerable
you were just trying to find a reason
to be uncomfortable…

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Body Parts…  [POEM]

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My lip bone
connected to your skin tone
directed towards your end zone
erogenous,
score

My tongue bone
connecting with your melanin
you’re just as soft as gelatin
yet firm and found to be resident,
that part is just incredible
and I want more

My finger bones
connect into your wanting spots
sounds asking,
do you want me not
or is it do you want me hot
I only want what you’ve got,
everything else,
on the floor

My back bone
connector to your inner animal
being used as a handle
as I use it to dismantle
everything you thought was impossible,
a physical fit,
core

My thigh bones
connects with you there
supporting your every care
well oiled at the present,
you are spilling it everywhere,
now you’re in the air,
pour

My arm bones
connectable to your port
being used to support
and then used to contort
we are champions
satisfaction as a sport,
these rooms are stadiums,
we’re on
tour

My other bones
connective as you desire
able to acquire
no outside forces needed
you are all that I require
and I am ready to connect,
for
sure.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Because She wants to… [POEM]

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Because she wants to believe you,
everything you say is believable

every feat is feasible
and She’ll have no faint in feeding you
no restraint in leaving you
to be great
whatever it takes,
She will wither,
or wait
take more than chances
leave statutes or states
forgo unforgotten former fixations,
for sake
forsake not the former self
for place
but She will give you even more than that,
space
time to equate
Her versus place
Her verses placed
in prayers and proclamation
confident expectations,
safe
who you are to Her
being more important
so She affords you mistakes,
grace

Because She wants to believe you,
everything you say is believable

each story worthy of being attended to
focus deliberate
She has tended to
listen
more than speak Her mind
finding ways to tweak and fine tune
each thought sentenced,
time
no need to interrupt
She is into you already,
intertwined
thinking to Herself,
“I will turn His vision into mine”
commitment,
an intricate science
She is into trying

Because She wants to believe you,
everything you say is believable

consideration and credit given
for instance
She is understanding
beyond understanding,
instant
Her instinct being
existence
Her example being,
consistent
so many chances otherwise,
She resists it
She is insistent
this is more than it isn’t,
this is it

and…

Because she wants to believe you,
everything you say is believable

dreams deemed definite
predicates and precipice
She is a certain
no pessimist
a lesson in
and no less than it
bringing to the table an abundant bounty
no lessening
vesting,
no less than that
an arrested development,
attest to fact
free prisoner to your confinement,
awaiting judgement
the rest is act

choose Her
to be You,

… Because she wants to believe you,
and everything you say is believable.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Bed Still Warm… [POEM]

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I smell like you
my breath smells like dew
my tongue seems full,
with residue
lips still quivering
face still warm
forehead dripping wet,
from the storm
ears can remember
heard you losing your mind
a perfect fit last night,
me+you+time…

the wind blew past me
my hair decides to ask me…
remember this?
locs soaked in you
must have been,
drenched
stains of your fragrance,
puddled into my shoulder
evidence
I didn’t even need the clues,
I haven’t stopped dreaming you
I still taste your filling,
proof

Damn.

reciprocity. was. amazing
I am still crazy
still empty,
you must have craved me
where did it go?
I don’t have to know
you saved me
then we met,
then we came,
then we left…

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Blank Stare… [POEM]

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love deserves these tears
a river cried so far
puddles that flood the pillow
for such is my reservoir

empty from a promise made
no consideration for
publicity stunt was the cause
an unspecified reason to abort

turtles don’t lose pace
elephants can’t hide
none of it makes sense,
when all else was tried.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

-Words. -Taste. -Thought. (After)… [POEM]

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left to clean up
make some sense,
since
pick up pieces
reconsider events,
reminisce
try to make something of it
them,
AFTERWORDS

much after you are gone
an almost that you should be here
a right to be, but wrong
like a morsel caught in between teeth
why wouldn’t I swallow
but instead I’ve continued to chew
until this like grows hollow
just to remember and remind
Oh, to simmer and be twined
underneath
and behind
your love,
AFTERTASTE

questions
as opposed to regret
reflections
as opposed to what is next
the billowing partition
growing ever so much closer,
suspect
an encyclopedia of emotions
asinine, zest
finding you before every word,
unrest
you in every feeling,
suggest
a profound resonance,
attest
but all in jest
concluding it all
for the best,
AFTERTHOUGHT.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

what. if. love… [POEM]

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what if love knew better
and had cause to wait
what if love decided to love
then chose to stay
what if love wanted love
as bad as love wanted else
what if love was willing,
all by itself
what if love considered
by the taking of a chance
what if love had settled
on just that one romance
what if love fought
for that which love believed
what if love surrendered
instead of being deceived
what if love would have
where might not had would be
what if love thought about it
and was all that love could see
what if love reached
and before then would climb
what if love remembered
and needed not another sign
what if love gave sufficient
by the notion of it’s plea
what if love was real,
and was thus supposed to be?

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Temptations… (Time for You) [POEM]

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forbidden fruits
spoil just the same
so I might as well
taste it
now
to make sure
that it stays as sweet
as it seems
especially from over here
in my idea
under the covers
of thought
that I have discovered to be
quite free
and reserved
unrestricted
and relentless
waiting to be picked
begging to be pulled
wanting to be touched
falling into my hands
by the night
of so much
and sometimes morning
of so many
when ready
to be loose
of a guarded garden
at least for now
or as often as need be,
if any
perpetually
to my likening
and liking
and pleasure
sans penalty
but percussion
carpe diem
per substance,
blame a strange fruit
for being perfect

access granted
another being
left stranded
to cultivate
while being bystander
to her fullness
as I ultimate
and enjoy the nectar
and expression
on her face,
going into her juiciness
swimming about her rivers
sliding down her mountains
letting not one moment
go to waste
with temptations
leading the way

the garden grows anxious
time eagerly awaits the bloom
forbidden fruits
spoil just the same,
temptation tells me soon…

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet