I ain’t beggin’ fo no lovin’
won’t be worried fo no woman
I ain’t gon’ tend to no tender
and don’t be gettin’ back a sumpthin’

sure as is was to other
there will be another
one sure as eva to be bitter,
had I did or done nothin

but won’t catch me a fussin
or doing that much a cussin
I’ll faster be along on my way,
than fisticuffs, or much discussion

I ain’t for the bluffin
don’t be calling me no muffin
I can take well care of myself,
don’t matter how well or warm her stuffin’

it won’t be me a cuffin’
ole boy doin much more a puffin’
ain’t been sick ’bout no humpin
since you could clear a fools flu with ‘tussin

so, I ain’t beggin’ fo no lovin’
won’t be worried fo no woman
I ain’t gon’ tend to no tender
and don’t be gettin’ back a sumpthin’.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

your energy
is bleeding
seeping through the cracks
of my concrete heart
and starting
to rupture me
beginning to break apart
the hardened cadence
of my pain
taking away
my darkened spark,
saving me…

I can feel you
healing me,
again, a-gain, a gain
a balanced arrhythmia
after now
no pain,
plain
but how can it seem
you did it so easily
a turbulent chaotic
calmed me speedily
as if the silent of so long
had chosen to speak to me,
saying, “just believe”
and, “in me”…
repeatedly

your energy
determined that I was
worthy,
immediately
and such began the process
of recovery
from no such
to such a thing
and now a beat
steadily
and I made it,
wondering.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

he loves her, religious
she loves, routine
both perpetually
both present and sure,
yet both, skeptically

or so it seems

he knows this, now
she understands, in circumstance
but both know the truth
and by chance, typically

he goes about the way, unfazed
she comes and goes, in doubt
both recognizing one another
loving along the way, in route
historically

he sees no end in sight
she sees no other way to be
both see this as necessary,
a requirement for them to believe,
appropriately

he doubts that she ever will
she has doubt in him, never still
they belong in the way they are
hurt, with a hope to heal

he longs to touch her,
she hopes to feel,
hypothetically.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

last night
felt like tomorrow should
if only tomorrow could
so that the sorrow would,
go astray
but somewhere we made up
without making the problem
go away
and I woke up believing in you
as if the dirt had just blown away
empty trash, and a clean slate
how could a burden be so easy
to throw away
why wouldn’t you just leave me?
at least be bold and say…
“I did it”,
and at least try to admit it
then give me time to hate you
and not act like what is so new
is old today
excuses growing old per say
over-analyzing is how I use my soul to pray
I feel so old & gray
cold as slate
in a golden way…
holding space
unwilling to allow myself
to move on from you,
even after having been
told to wait…

I should listen to myself,
most often.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

I made you a promise,
“One year from now”
and it came true
but I was just a mess,
you were the same you
all the while I believed
that the God to my liking,
had named you
whether we made it or not,
I’d have to change rules
but I had to run away
couldn’t walk in those same shoes…
and but I would blame you
hoping you’d chase me
or at least be a sane fool

but I made the promise

and you were worth every word
“never felt so comfortable”,
something I had never heard
nor knew the meaning to,
until I finally believed in you
I took way too much time, the nerve
but that was all fear,
of a past once occurred
and you observed,
my confusion was clear to you
you believed me
and after all this time,
I know you still do

I made you a promise

could not serve you less than,
so I just ran
dare I have the audacity to speak now,
but I just am
seeing that you are not where we could be,
well, I just can
sitting in wait, via mistake
I just stand
remember your faith in me?
it wasn’t just glance
I deserve your love
it is worth chance

I made you a promise

“when are you coming back?”
you had every right to ask
but I was searching for a clarity
that I tried every night to mask
hurt people hurt people
and I perfected the task
left a wife I was sure to marry,
and a daughter I may never have
the future says it’s okay,
right now I’m stuck with a past

I made you a promise

have tried my best and all to let it go
2,017 plus days since that moment,
each second counted slow
wanting any reason to replace the feeling
but away they just won’t go
I could have kept this to myself,
but silence just ain’t so
if I won’t try, then I can’t know…

and I made you a promise

that I’d become the man I presented
that the fate of my words,
would not be prevented
that if you gave me your heart,
you would not resent it
that no interruptions
would overshadow my intentions
that we would be what I said,
because I meant it…

when I made you a promise.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet