NUCROP ARTS
Poetry
Airtight
1/23/09
within this gorgeous glass bottle
reflecting crystal light
floats as if it's gravity free
deceptive to one's sight
It's sterile and it's truly
an apex surely of
so pure with passion's
arid soul
containing two in love
the cap upon the opening
holds back the outside air
we hold monopoly on us
each subtle touch and stare
as long as we remain
alone with eyes on glancing lock
there's nothing that can
pierce our love
it's solid as a rock
those outside us
can handle anytime
The priceless crystal glass
but inside where
we two reside
no one else can harass
for we are one
no longer two
for this we'll
always fight
to keep the
outside out of us
and us inside
airtight...
At bay
5/9/09
Past pain holds her at bay.
healing has ended and healed
she will stay she thinks as the beats of
Amour drums her hearts door
all that results can't happen no more
though fully aware of what
feelings can bare
unknowingly smile as blankly she stare
feel herself falling she feels de ja vu
comparing a past hurt unfairly to you
she knows it's not fair
she knows it's not right
but who else has investment
in her heart that will fight?
to make sure it's safe
no danger of pain
and unending nausea
driving insane
What choice does she have
but keep it at bay.
no deep hole to fall in
no broke heart, no way.
5/9/09
Past pain holds her at bay.
healing has ended and healed
she will stay she thinks as the beats of
Amour drums her hearts door
all that results can't happen no more
though fully aware of what
feelings can bare
unknowingly smile as blankly she stare
feel herself falling she feels de ja vu
comparing a past hurt unfairly to you
she knows it's not fair
she knows it's not right
but who else has investment
in her heart that will fight?
to make sure it's safe
no danger of pain
and unending nausea
driving insane
What choice does she have
but keep it at bay.
no deep hole to fall in
no broke heart, no way.
At The Door That Night
11/3/05
an unintentional casualty
has flown from the lips
of it's perpetrator.
inspected and deemed as
an assault premeditated,
but misunderstood.
with time limited but
without monitor had
commenced a healing
so dire in it's need.
ending before it begun,
shut down was a release
that insured a smile.
but her clouds precipitated
rain as the heart
was left uncradled.
her head bowed with
a softness never shown.
innocent of a crime of
passion, I stand by my plea.
for not a thought
of malice creeped into
a mind all ready for
copulation for the
expression of deepest care.
but time had no more change
to give and the meter was empty.
my only crime to her
was time's unwillingness
to spare anymore of it's
precious commodity.
now the moistness of
my hand is no longer
the tear she refused to shed,
but the one I shed for her.
Banana Skin
1-14-10
it's all about you
as I gaze into your soul
feeling just half of your whole
transforming your chocolate skin
to pure gold
the ocean of skies in
your golden brown eyes
such intelligence lurks
as the spinning wheel works
I've become apart of your
past as your future promises
the memory of that present
you're queen of my heart
as I bow like a peasant
this soon a birth born
and trumpets a horn
announcing arrival of you
banana skinned beauty
who’s given the answers
when I hadn’t a clue
this beating heart flurries
as thoughts of you hurries
to cause my lips bending
a smile;
Stay awhile
Beautiful Black Stallion
A beautiful black stallion galloped into my sight
all previous views were eclipsed into eternal night
I stood fixated like a gaze into forbidden sun
as if all sights seen here before had counted down to one
this rare one which all else had seemed not a bit compare
a deep breath inhaled mighty rush of pure exotic air
each part was pure perfection; according to these eyes
all natural view; all honey bronzed; free of all disguise
illuminating goddess smile had beamed to cause me awe
like finding hidden treasured gold unlike I ever saw
her majesty; a queen of stallions; a thorough bred is her
a priceless and untouchable a creature I prefer
I wish for her to summon me by royal messenger
wish it soon, I wish it now, that this will soon occur
and in that hallowed moment I too will message back
I'm glad to hear from such a stallion so beautiful and black...
all previous views were eclipsed into eternal night
I stood fixated like a gaze into forbidden sun
as if all sights seen here before had counted down to one
this rare one which all else had seemed not a bit compare
a deep breath inhaled mighty rush of pure exotic air
each part was pure perfection; according to these eyes
all natural view; all honey bronzed; free of all disguise
illuminating goddess smile had beamed to cause me awe
like finding hidden treasured gold unlike I ever saw
her majesty; a queen of stallions; a thorough bred is her
a priceless and untouchable a creature I prefer
I wish for her to summon me by royal messenger
wish it soon, I wish it now, that this will soon occur
and in that hallowed moment I too will message back
I'm glad to hear from such a stallion so beautiful and black...
Beauty of tears
The beauty of a tear is that it
personifies all the turmoil
that led to commencement thereof.
whether be it turmoil of conflicts
of the heart both gladness and
hope or anger & disgust bellowing
disappointment within the loins
of said soul,
or a certain truth that stabs
the heart as a witness to
some dramatic situation
that mixes what's seen
or heard with experiences
of past rekindled with an
extreme agreement or
disagreement to the
stimulus at hand.
tear's beauty undermines
all pretentious acts
spun and weaved to
catch one off guard
and surmise otherwise.
we do know that as
the tear burst forth
there is something
true behind that mask
even if the words are false.
the beauty of tears is
that even though the
fabric of someone is
inherently false,
with tears we know
something inside
that soul is true.
Best selling story
1/22/09
Tenderness in the lightest touch
I study your soul and open mine
for your inspection
digest my secrets all held for you.
sing to my beating heart...
hold me in our silence;
my screaming passion with yours
in unison duets to all audiences
yet they only see what love songs
are sung
the eyes they cannot disguise
what’s meant to be concealed.
witnesses proclaim a truth
we have not told
yet somehow it flashes big and bold
a confession without shame
yet we are but an infinite glass
with so much to go to even
get close to full.
each glance burns a branding
upon the other's soul
and we smile for the rarity
thus such is a story that sells
millions and never fails....
Blond eyes
11/11/08
Invincible; she imagined her secret
tipping into the night to breathe a great breath
fresh air within the heart's lungs
made her plight plausible; bland life livable
she lived what she once dreamed
awaking wet beside one who kept her dry
oh what power owns fantasy
to spark ambition to her reluctant procrastination
but she sees with her empty heart
that blond eyes maybe closed but not blind
and she felt it was time
to meet the night's wonders with new found
vigor and live life's lively list of forbidden love
blond eyes laid upon ebony skin
that lit a huge fire within
shook a white limb as they crossed
behind a back; consummated a deep obsession
yet blond eyes imagined her secret invisible
until her true expressions were read
by him who kept her dry
now blond eyes cry from a secret revealed
Compulsive
12/9/08
She loves me so
like breath deep made
she glances and says
her love will never fade
she holds tightly my hand
she begs what fills my heart
I tell her that I feel the same
has been since from the start
her eyes gleam with stars
as she glances my way
surprised by this revelation
can't commence one thing to say
finally what seems a mist
descends upon her
she locks her eyes on mine
distractions can't deter
my mind has a subject
confesses her to me
'in every place I go
in everyone I see
a compulsive driving force
that leads my mind to you
can't help myself
or control it through
each turn I make
each voice I hear
transforms my ears
eyes mark it's peer
my minds on auto pilot
it's all so damn compulsive
each cry I tear
each shiver I fear
my mind has a mind
of it's own
I'm hooked down to the bone
it's all so damn compulsive
I've talked to GOD
behavior's odd
my heart's a stew emulsive
can't think of nothing
else but you
it's all so damn compulsive
obsession cannot touch this thing
possession has me in its wing
I have to hear your voice each day
your thoughts can't leave
I make them stay
I build your face
as if with clay
GOD molded you
that day I prayed
guided me to meet you that day
right then I knew- oh shit it's you
that face I built
in my wish was you
so how can I feel otherwise
and mask my soul in false disguise
when out of blue
out of thin air
I turn my head and you
are there
destined was us
this strange ass pair
but inside we're one
for once life's fair
can't help but love this feeling
it's all so damn compulsive
if I die with you in my eye
and lie with eyes of leaven
my last breath with you
in my sight
will guarantee my heaven.
Deanna's dream
08/31/08
Luck be not as kind
to turn the time rewind
redo the history of love
where apathy now lives there of
Deanna's dream in color play
resurrects that fateful day
with powers clad to wrestle fate
strengthen the heart of her soul mate
undo all moments Deanna cried
redo with times of true and tried
undo her husband's golden band
redo with soul mate’s hand in hand
Deanna's dream vividly shone
her Adam's rib bone of his bone
each day she'd smile at true love's face
no longer need backwardly pace
No regret builds deep facely roads
no past dark doubts with shoulder loads
no wife in search of love so true
while husband knows he's not that to you
But Deanna knows the truth
reality has a leak less roof
steps beyond the now can't be
her soul mate is the past for she
still chances has a way to show
the thoughts of one can be one's foe
and talk each of us into no
when limits are as far as go
Deanna's dream maybe a clue
that possibilities come true
and if belief don't go astray
she'll find true love here anyway
Death To Former Self
cordially flared to fall the distance
his figure in the position of blue
morbidly apathetic regarding a change of heart
he has been a doormat for sexy feet
meticulously manicured & polished
by a master
a collage of scents danced at his door
names mesh in a stew of memories of a man in despair
caution resides in every fiber where doubt is imagined as fact
but as a premonition begs the past to accept this knowledge as future
history, he knew somehow her soul was the puzzle that he missed until
that point.
she picked up the mat & washed it and hung it on the wall as a prized
piece of art to be cherished & he died in her arms to his former self.
Diamond roads
8-23-05
Diamond roads were there for our taking
as one we plan us without regard
for those outside we
the fused hands travel the fire
antagonists set as snares.
inhaling the fresh air of that
emotion that binds us,
we disarm the world with
the norms that now prove themselves
a rare commodity.
no. longevity is not necessarily real,
but we have more than just time.
substance swims our souls
freely accessing both connecting
us in ways sublime.
as societies crumble and celestial
creations threaten to dismantle the fabric
we know as now, the umbrella that
keeps us dry will etch in stone
rubble the greatness.
affirm a transcending message
that the Diamonds in the roads
memorialize us, the ones
that help repopulate those
who will inherit what we give
as the greatest gift,
our Love....
as it reigns forever
our name will dictate
what it takes to keep
society strong prosperous
and forever living...
our legacy...us...
those who were born for love
lived for love
and died for love
for it is the only thing to
live and die for.
DIANA’S impression
4/26/10
Wryly she grins with eyes under specs
Maybe seeking her desired effects
To put at ease those intimidated by
intelligence seen from her soul through her eye
Pastel pink is her feminine wear
With matching lipstick and Waterfall hair
Sexy soft voice sings music to my ears
Intoxicating tone toasts sensual cheers
Not only soft… a hard side exists
Tastes one her wrath if provocation persists
A leader of natural born men
An angel to some….a wise she Godsend
Admitted chatting Cathy if duly engaged
Would rather show laughter than show her enraged
I’m guessing her passion will burn as a fire
Engulfing closed eyed erotic desire
Will put on a man that feline well hidden
Scratch purr and pounce like a panther well ridden
Revealing vast secrets not many can tell
Cherish her….chosen one…cherish her well
Die to Love
11/22/08
Die to love when the day has come
& bitterness unfolds you like fine dinner napkins &
bury you within your self pity as you ask with no
answers, why me?
die to love when the prison of an old love
suffocates you as you sit needing
that new love outside of the bounds of
Societies’ taboo
Die to love when you ecstatically climax
inside one body yet another
soul you imagine
Die to love as the battles thunder
within the confines of decency
yet you know this is the right
that you've chosen
and in spite of prying judging eyes
you choose the one you've chosen
for the sake of you
not for the sake of the judging ones
who's opinion should not matter
for they look only for approval
of the many as opposed to
the fire within their loins.
the fuel is your passion
and just a spark
explodes and you know
what is needed
and live for those moments
that glitters gold
though not forever, for
you've reasoned that forever
is not for us who die
but characters of folklore
fantasy and dreams...
but those who judge watch
with accusing eyes,
Those are the ones that love to die
for superficial matters that appear
noble yet has no real place
deep inside their Judas hearts.
betraying themselves
for society's nod.
they love to die
or say they'll die
yet the only dying that dies
is the spirit that moves them.
yes, they love to die
and you die to love
and will do until love dies
or you close your eyes
Die to love
Don't ever
Steven Cropper 11/24/05
Don't ever think
that lack of seeing me
is lack of u with me
don't ever think
in absence of my face
someone takes your place
don't ever think
though our nights are short
my days wish not to court
for our time races like a horse
ahead eight lengths in course
no matter how early there,
times up! seems life's not fair.
recall the night we spent
our fire girders bent
you gushed your female scent
as I licked there I went
then in passion's eye
recorded you and I
sweet coitus blessed our bind
within you deep sublime
your mind delicious too
keeps the focus on you
don't ever think
it only bout the skin
it's about that sexy you within
effortless
3/27/08
I smile and somehow you know
what's been done
suddenly I hear it in your voice;
that shining sun
you seem to have me pegged
you with that kool temper
and long so legged
unlike this message I'm
attempting to write
with you it's effortless
like morning's light
like dreamful sleep
like oceans deep
and fishes’ school
like autumn cool
like smiling wide
Admiring your soul
inside....
see I want you to see
this feeling inside me
burning like earth's
nearest star be
hear this heart beating
like a thousand drums meeting
no need for me to try
it just happens as easily
as babies cry
my soul's flooded
with the waters of you
rushing like the mighty
ocean's blue
as easily as Niagara falls
you effortlessly break down my walls
reserved for pretty female feet
that kicks men down like harvest wheat
yet I give you my will to eat
as effortless as honey's sweet
as tidy is neat
as chocolate's a treat
as time moves clockwise
as a breathtaking sunrise
from infinite past
to infinities’ last
the effort exerted
with a motive inserted
times pi times a million
and add two more zillion
you may get to that number
with sleep lost no deep slumber
the speed of the effortless
try in our every kiss
no need to read
an effortless figure
I think of you and
heart beating is triggered
for pages I can write
forming images for sight
with limits of words
I now effortlessly write
to convey what you do to me
so effortless and beautifully
no need to try, it's running free
like breathing air or sights we see
it all connects a puzzle's fit
the picture's clear as there sits it
it's effortless and crystal clear
it's effortless you live in Here
within my soul
you effortlessly make me whole.
ETERNALLY
7-11-05 Eternally (by lexvoy & dtermine2exist)
Missing you with the intensity of a wish
Anxious eyes tightly gripped
Smooth round coin from hand slip
Into the throws of majestic fountains
Where dreams are contained
But imaginations are unrestrained
As my mind journeys to
Elements of who you are,
what you are
And what of part of you
Have yet to be adored
to be explored-
only bounded by the limits of
my own precognizant
yet future holds my key
that mystery that
brings closure to me
a time warped dream
from a past memory
imagining what I would be
if there were no you and me
I muster all my energy
to face the reality
that what was imagined
and hid from me
was your adornment of
pure magical mystique
coming to grips with this
somber symmetry
we equal each other out
undeniably.... as the wish
of old smiles wistfully,
together, for me,
in this moment I will live
eternally
Exception
11/30/08
Things to know about
This life are many
Only a few thoughts
One knows for sure are true
They fall in opinions
I know for sure when
I smile that what graces
My glance is in my favor
I know greatness
I know warmth
I know caring
And I know when an eye
Is locked on mine what it means
that’s for sure
Free of opinions
Face 2 face
people go about their lives
thinking of themselves
others are just not as important
to put up on their shelves
the lovely pretty golden hearted
that gives so willingly
taken for granted constantly
and it seems so, chillingly
but as I glance upon that smile
you radiate to me
the light brightens my soul
and wonder can I somehow see
that person in each vision
I have moving gracefully
I know frustration has you
tied up in a awful knot
but each new day brings brand-new
options sure as sun is hot
I offer only what you want
to take off for yourself
it's up to you what treasures
you deem worthy of your wealth
conservative you maybe
and may not have ever dated blacks
but if you want to here I am
willing to give the facts
that I would love to get to know you
within your lotted pace
and if so I am hoping one day
to meet you face to face......
Feeling her
5/26/09
She fights the reserved person she became
slowly revealing her hand
the cards are all aces, four all in the same
inviting my soul to her land
waiting so eager as I am to call
answers with heat in her voice
her mouth starts to say things her mind has to stall
use caution there’s no other choice
but I know she is hiding not far underneath
a woman with boundless desire
don't want a bad outcome she chatters her teeth
can't walk with no ice in the fire
still she is unfolding the beauty that's her
revealing it as her trust grows
I look forward to when completion occur
the moment that opens her rose
I dream of the minute two pairs of eyes lock
when finally we meet again
I ask father time to slow up the clock
for the moment of us will begin
Her illumination
2/19/08 Steven Cropper
As she walks toward the light,
I morn my inevitable lonely
space once occupied
by the woman with the suitcase.
many a day slapped red her
bronze face as she cried in innocence.
Antagonistic eyes gazed upon
her as the hours, days and minutes
scribed within their respective diaries.
uncountable closed eyed passions
massaged her soul since
the initial consummation.
film of the event recorded
upon the window's chair then
cradled erotically upon the hairy
carpet.
thousands of uncommitted moments
shone with the noon sun's vigor.
each eon of hopeful hours
compounded and branded
on her soul's arm as her ex's tattoo.
one there to remind her as
she attempts to look back
reluctantly, forges her memory
ahead to the horizon
where future resides and kneels with
it's sworn promise;
a welcome to a well deserved heart
that needs to smile comfortably,
without inclination
to look back and cry.
I look forward instead and cry
as the bright light swallows
her silhouette beyond her dawn's
horizon.
Her unknown impact
5/9/09
one day it stopped............
communication deadened like a 4am curfew
I tried to speak with all my breath
but no ears did listen
no answer beckoned
I wondered if I had done some dastardly deed
and silently she vowed to stay but a white blemish
on a white page......
there.....but never seen
an invisible part of the world which we share
and no trace to track and no voice to hear.
closure wasn't offered as a healing pill
just a wound from absence that festered
with every speculation of why.....
I peer within my yearbook
and glance at her beauty
as a tear knocks that I refuse to let in.
so somewhere she dwells in silence
with my heart in her hands.
5/9/09
one day it stopped............
communication deadened like a 4am curfew
I tried to speak with all my breath
but no ears did listen
no answer beckoned
I wondered if I had done some dastardly deed
and silently she vowed to stay but a white blemish
on a white page......
there.....but never seen
an invisible part of the world which we share
and no trace to track and no voice to hear.
closure wasn't offered as a healing pill
just a wound from absence that festered
with every speculation of why.....
I peer within my yearbook
and glance at her beauty
as a tear knocks that I refuse to let in.
so somewhere she dwells in silence
with my heart in her hands.
The hidden treasure
12/03
It lies below the surface just waiting to be found
the precious hidden treasure that's waiting under ground
it holds not flawless diamonds or rubies red and rare
or ancient platinum goblets or perfect pearls that glare
it holds not pirate's booty booby trapped for death
that when u finally find it -that sight is your last breath
no this shit is deeper than many can even grasp
for in your hands is clay and molding is your task
that one day in the future it's worth be manifest
that you through such great pain and ache have finally past the test
remembering your wettest tears once shed you'll understand
those innocent eyes so helpless then will be your footed land
the grounding of your broken heart committed made you sad
will strangely make your pride unwind and say in him you're glad
for unto you came your precious treasure the gold u never had
will transform your eyes to see the prize ..it's you, you always had
the hidden treasure found will bring you riches u never thought
to see you grow with a meaningful life that was the goal you sought
the hidden treasure you've found you share the whole world won because
your treasure no longer hides away and your spirit no longer falls
Im prompt 2 u
9/25/07
im prompt 2 u with the unseen sight
that balls my fists to fight your fight
as I stand back and watch your rights
get chastised from the evil mights
defend your honor as chivalry rises
from perceived death and grows ten sizes
just so I do know you're safe
so in me you will keep the faith
and always know I have your back
through darkest night and blackest black
through dirty muck and fuckest fuck
to keep my strength to toss you luck
so back I'll sit and watch you grow
true happiness and slay your foe
and smile behind the guise of gone
as you grow strong and move right on
and if you stumble I’ll be your ground
to break that fall, turn tears around
see what I show is less than felt
so that rough rocks won't tend to melt
and know if somehow I can't be found
I'll be there always in silent sound
I'm there
Steven Cropper 10/4/05
I try as I always do
to light that shine in you
to rid that down home blue
to feel that love so true
I will as I sometimes try
to thicken that skin so ply
to kool that mad so fry
to lock you mine so my
I pray as I kneel at night
to brighten your world with light
unburden your soul from plight
kill all your wrongs with right
I wish as I close my eyes
to rid you of all your sighs
keep strength in both your thighs
get answers to all your whys
I tell you from soul to soul
I'm yearning to play that roll
to fill love within your bowl
let your heart just take it's toll
for each day upon each week
each month, each year you speak
great living for me you teach
deep in this soul you reach
each strand of every hair
each glance my way you glare
you ask if I do share
your life with you? I'm there
In touch
Rummaging through my mentals
I strive to marry pen and paper
to communicate my complexity
of heart in everyday simplicity
passin onto you my passion
without loss in the limits of words.
as morning promises hope of a better day
and the heart communicates
this through it's beats,
so too the advent of thoughts
of you and it steadily expands
as the day wears it's light.
I walk about playing my projector
of memories replaying your words
your voice, speech and your star
bright beauty of pictures I treasure.
spilling my heart conceals no
animosity or embarrassment.
I feel how I feel.
with knowledge of reciprocation,
makes my smiles wider and my
heart a better drummer.
somehow this declaration presents
it's self a letter, as a poem
was never born.
it's merely me speaking
to you through this simple medium,
my heart to yours.
Inordinate love
Steven Cropper 9/6/05
my hands squeeze tightly on this burning dome
scorching my palms like a 300 degree stove.
you've lit my fuse once more and the
heat breathes fire. exchanges of 75 mile
an hour phrases spit simultaneously as
the spat raises decibels and windows crack
as all silence is muffled.
I retreat to my solace and ponder leaving...
yeah I always tell you
my old years will be drama free,
I suppose that is an insinuation
that leaves us void. somehow it's a fuel
that feeds my panther mentality that I so
guardedly hide from the worlds eyes.
In spite of every exchange that had even led to
mutual decisions to part, it remains bonded.
like two faces super glued.
too many nights to count,
I've slumped beside you
while Love and admiration
for you poured from me
like extreme sweat as I watched you sleep.
I'd touch your leg with my foot and you'd
quickly move to cuddle.
many times without apology or
make up sex, somehow all
is forgiven without declaration
of such.
Thus I know my
death will be with us
holding a tight grip
as our goodbyes
never being validated
by a previous part.
no divorce or separation
until mine eyes close
and I watch you from a world
beyond.
crying spirit tears.
Invested memory
4/5/07
u knew u wanted it all along
to get my nature while I sing your song
givin obvious hints knowing I couldn’t resist
turning hotly erotic from the simplest kiss
my understandable reluctance
that waded on my part
with the battle of duels
between mind and heart
but remorse didn’t come see me
as I dream to relive that night
when two virgins to each other
took an erotic flight
how could I know the pleasure
missed if not given in
to the duel's hot battle
that won the stronger sin
so grins are pasted on me
as eyes to dawn awake
recalling the dream like memory
invested my soul to stake
Just If
5/12/08
If it could’ve been possible
the songs of this mind
would be singing the verses
that is sweet to your ear
there as close as the air
you breathe
or the walls that hold the
outside elements at bay
my thoughts you would
hear me say
ideas of how you appear to me
would be the inspiration
for the ear candy
I would masculinely
recite with you in my sight
but this birthday of yours
will be full of other activities
hopefully of a equal impact
where you will smile
and be glad it is your day
as kind memories stay
so this personal thought
from me to you will
hopefully create an instant
grin thinking about what we could've
been in....if
circumstances were changed
and today's reciting
could've been arranged
Love’s birth
Slowly time seems to dance
As eternity in a moments glance
Freezes seconds attempting to pass
The first down to it’s very last
On to the next awaiting minute
With purpose always verily in it
Awe bound my mobility; I’m frozen
As two eyes meet where wise time chosen
Curious what beauty can do to the eyes
S’like being the fortunate one with a prize
Admiring the treasure; soul molded in gold
Inanimately frozen without a bit of cold
Bound without restraint
Hued without no paint
No solid that the hand can touch
But still with so little it ends up so much
I’m captive to whom you see in your mirror
My admiration clothes you warm as the wearer
A miracles’ granted I float as I’m standing
The power of your smile is passive commanding
Within that place in which I’m smitten
Your lion heart purrs; I bow to that kitten
Amazing things happen with you on this earth
There’s death to my waiting
and love is the birth
morning meet
7-11-05
as I wake I smell the fresh scent amour
I rise and quickly reach the floor
to live a life another day
knowin somehow you've come my way
I trudge toward the bedroom bath
I notice one piece not left of wrath
I peer the mirror and see a smile
contrived no not, s'been there awhile
I brush these teeth to grin at you
a big dumb grin beams knowin who
I'm gonna see this beauty morn
I've tossed the past I've tossed the scorn
I dress the Sunday best of mine
to sit with you and drink of wine
discuss there us it's so divine
I tie my shoes to walk to dine
a woman cast from mold for me
I close my door and lock with key
I drive and oh so carefully
this morn no cop will come stop me
and ticket me while my lady waits
and wonder if I'm outta state
I pull to see her seated down
anticipation hits the ground
it breaks to pieces cause there you are
I'll meet with you at our favorite bar
you got your wine and there's my brew
we toast to us and say salute
Mount Everest woman
by Steven Cropper 8/5/88
mount Everest woman
crushed a heart
perplexed and bewildered
she shred it apart
thru fog of valor
the target amidst
she fired the cannon
burst iron to twist
intentions to scare
not really a kill
turned warning a horror
a demise for a will
the heart learned
miles of lesson from this
perpetual meaning
of love not a kiss
three words a gospel
not always in speech
mount Everest woman
loved not as did teach
her growth as a mountain
to heart now a hill
no longer a slayer
able to kill
heart climbed
a mountain much
higher than her
with precious unlimited
stones she incurs
perpetual meaning
of love is a kiss
no mountain has ever
been better than this
three words a gospel
eternal in speech
no mountain is higher
or easier to reach
My Beautiful
1-17-10
Born to these eyes were a sight
conceived to become my plea
she increases every heartbeat
without a mere effort but just to be
she makes the world again beautiful for me
my beautiful
the rapture of each moment sings the melody I see
out of nowhere it seems
to me she came to be
my beautiful
how she fits my heart with hers
and how it sighs for she
to tease me with her womanhood
that sets real manhood free
my beautiful
each step towards her this I see
her step closer to me
I question myself 'can this be'?
is this real I plea
my beautiful
has made me know what real
true care can be
I blindly give my heart away
not knowing truthfully
if this reciprocates
for her in her heart is me
whatever it turns out to be
so beautiful is she
inside and out, sideways
bottom to top
each part of you I shout
is all I ever wanted
and never wanting out
so love will set us free
for she is beauty to me
my beautiful
My candle’s flame
11/30/08
Slowly hot wax runs
Searching for the cool
the perfect shaping tool
Creating a snapshot still
Shaping it at will
The wick no longer glowing
with a flame that heats it’s destiny
transformed it’s shape so Subtly
brought out
the very best in me
Turns my freezing ocean blues
to a mighty golden sea
Made ordinary wax wicked stick
into apex of litter pick
It now has something
each one can see
That made it just
Perfect for me
My day
1/18/07 2:48am
I tried to be content today
with the job safely tucked
away in yesterdays memory
and Friday’s future
today was supposed to
hold the present. an ode
to now and sight unseen
to be pushed aside.
but you...
you crept in like water
under the door of my
consciousness....
closed yet u entered undeterred
trying to shake the thoughts
I turned the channel to something
so busy and involved, I'd surely
forget....not a chance...
you were in every plot
and every pretty face...
so instead of resistance,
I sat there and evaluated
your greatness....
It made my day....
I was with you all day,
and I wondered.....
were you with me?
I'll ask next time we talk
New morning's afternoon
9/13/08
'Out of touched' dawn rose sometime ago.
born new the day but an infant
with cries of want needing the attention
of it's onlookers...
still yet young the advent of 'out of touch'
also was born to those unable to let
life's distractions knock without answering,
so communication died as the day
wore it's ever aging life....
missing the connection, I attempt to rekindle
the torch that sifted into the day's dying light
and at least announce a new morning's afternoon
with the proclamation...I am here... arms out stretched
with shoulder and hand attached....seeking your
clasping hand to embrace the new connection...
maybe remain....if desires still burn within...
the rising smoke from my flame can be seen
as you read and smile at my arrival.
Nothing forever
Forever to the skin I own is a myth
like that lost lover made of air I kissed
she gave her all and promised me this
that promise destined to fail as the tire hissed
I'll love you forever so love you'll never miss
I write this as mythology on my unproven list.
forever can't be claimed by history books
no more than beauties are forever blessed with looks
no more than an author deems his book non fiction
with a character of 119 retaining youth diction
we look to mountains of eons old
with stony eyes viewing generations told
even it is finite with limits bare
as one day it's final sand
will turn it's dust back to the air
but with these truths I say to you
without thought I know this to be true
though nothing last forever
nothing that I touch
I want to be that special thing
to you.. I want that much
If nothing last forever
I can be your nothing
nothing can never sever
let me be your nothing forever
Overcast
Overcast summons the gloom
in some to feel low as a stomped foot
yet it sings nostalgia within mine ears
back to a cloudy day
in the heart of autumn
when a rose of an emotion
was growing within this yearning heart;
a time existed when my feelings
of the overcast was as conventional
as the missionary position.
but one day as the clouds
put a full nelson on the sun
my spirit was awakened
in spite of the overcast
Passions Grace
5/2/09
A mist appears before my face
I see her whole in passions grace
turmoil plagues her every breath
yet resists her genes of death
each night her pillow drinks the tears
that march out of her inner fears
she thinks and reminisce her fate
that piled the stress high upon her plate
inside she knows how much she prays
that good times come and with her stays
but with each horrid hour past
misfortune like hard concrete cast
convinces her with whispers ear
that they will win her soul to sear
yet in spite broke promise told
her passions grace always unfold
I've witnessed it first hand to speak
with grace forgave my promise weak
allowed my heart to her repent
and not one time in anger vent
so as this ode to passions grace
I bow to her that pretty face
I kiss her hand help all I can
to be so bright she'll get a tan
to put a smile back in her soul
to make again her feel a whole
I said to her remember this
her passions grace my soul does kiss
Peach rose
Steven Cropper 3/18/10
somewhere in Dallas
lies a peach rose
ruby red lips
well manicured toes
blouse busting motherhood
with hypnotizing eyes
delicate touch sing song
voice and honey brown thighs
impatiently waiting for
happiness to arrive
take her for a ride
in a romantic drive
hot cocoa skin in ivory
smile and ears for Sade'
knockout hips shiny whips
and jazz of ballet
how fresh the scent
of the peach rose
fragrant, beautiful
and candy for the nose
gently would we kiss
as we artfully engage
softly touch our hands
on passions center stage
as the peach rose grows
so too the heart beat flows
I give my heart and plant it deep
in private weep if rejection reap
Poetry of her
8/2/09
The poetry of her rhymes with my name
Among majestic cotton skies
That very awe rumbles my soul.
As the poetry of her
Quenches my hunger
For her who is great.
A monarch amongst the peasant past
Those uneducated in amour…
Yet she teaches in poetry of her own.
A Shakespearean born
to recite to my third eye
With that poetry of her.
Each step stepped is an etching of
poetic leisure created to paint my smile.
If ever there was a verse
to move
my tears of admiration,
It is the poetry of her…
Literature personified
It is she
that is poetry.
Ponders she
Steven Cropper 1/15/08
Unbeknownst to he
she sits in thought and ponders, she;
of how intense she'd ever be
to touch the soul and heart of he
convinced that she's a pawn you see
instead of a Rook or Queen to be
she sighs in ecstasy the night
she rolled back her eyes to see love's light
and swore alone she'd always fight
since he would never love her sight
but she was wrong as seas above
for one day he did fall in love
so then she sat and pondered she
of how he'd rate her ecstasy
does she hold passion's memory
within his loins? set man's sighs free?
and hold her own comparably?
she'd never ask, though she did see
within his eyes the effect of she.
she saw them say of his soul's plea
it was no better; just different, see
like beauty of a sunset sky
you watch with awestruck teary eye
next morning's dawn wakes you from sleep
the birth of day begs you to leap
witnessing sight can't make up your mind
which is better, Moon or shine?
the beauty's same, just a different kind
like synchronized time, though the watch don't wind
two islands of pure de paradise
both make great drinks though with different ice
an apple martini on one island lone
or a margarita freeze on his island home
She smiles and solves the riddles key
she sits and then more ponders she
will situation's change decree?
though distance is a deep rooted tree?
dividing sights of he and she
communication is the glue
to keep love's spark of he and you
for he, for life, is printed she,
within his soul and heart of he
for he, the reasons ponders she
so he can plea for she
convincingly
Priceless...
Steven Cropper 7/9/05
Cautiously wade the waters of the ocean
that can be thunderous as well as calm enough for the swim...
Feel his coolness as you wade cautiously on his shore...
feel him caress around your supple womanly physique
as you wonder why the waters begin to heat....
throw your head back and sigh as he cups your seat....
passively protest as he travels up your thighs to the pleasures you hide...
glance at him in agreement that you too want to take this ride...
but know that this ocean wants you
safe happy and smiling knowing he, like you,
has your wonderful soul to look forward to
being a part of another of glorious day...
for this all currency is not enough to pay...
priceless it remains...
River You
5/3/09
I come to that river you
just to hear a word s'like the freshest blue
yet my thirst never it quenches
it just grows each second by inches
I come to that river you
it's not something one can give clue
that a drought will have me clench my throat
even when oceans surround me and I'm that boat
unless I get to that cramped small space
where only you reside can a quenching hit that place
and I'll be satisfied yet only for a minute
cause soon I will be dry and must jump right back in it
that special river you raises my nature and life like new
I'm under your spell like a potions brew
you're a reluctant captain and I'm that crew
that skinny dip wades in that river you
5/3/09
I come to that river you
just to hear a word s'like the freshest blue
yet my thirst never it quenches
it just grows each second by inches
I come to that river you
it's not something one can give clue
that a drought will have me clench my throat
even when oceans surround me and I'm that boat
unless I get to that cramped small space
where only you reside can a quenching hit that place
and I'll be satisfied yet only for a minute
cause soon I will be dry and must jump right back in it
that special river you raises my nature and life like new
I'm under your spell like a potions brew
you're a reluctant captain and I'm that crew
that skinny dip wades in that river you
Same Difference
Anticipating a moment that is born
when two pairs of eyes again glance to see
themselves within the other knowing the wait
has been the hindrance that made
this moment the sweeter hour.
the new moment cries happy tears
as passionate magic twinkles the heated
atmosphere.
two thousand missed kisses are created
and the night begins a journey
to each one's goal....
which is the same yet different...
when two pairs of eyes again glance to see
themselves within the other knowing the wait
has been the hindrance that made
this moment the sweeter hour.
the new moment cries happy tears
as passionate magic twinkles the heated
atmosphere.
two thousand missed kisses are created
and the night begins a journey
to each one's goal....
which is the same yet different...
Saturday's star
5/10/08
For u I sat and wrote a verse
to brighten up the universe
create your star to light that space
a million miles upon each face
that occupies each planet's moon
as couples gaze and lovers swoon
this book of rhymes a seller's fee
illuminates makes buyers see
the fondness shone upon your soul
each half smile is the half of whole
as thoughts of you burst forth a grin
through anger, blues turmoil within
the bounds you break shows power strong
to change my mood through troubles long
a poem fulfilled just for your eyes
to quench your thirst; perspire your thighs
wet your palms; flush your face too
to travel your mind to xanadu
the fifth month, tenth day has called upon you
a lazy Saturday’s fondness review
allow my candor to not cloud up your head
but know your my eye's candy, believe what I said
the galaxy’s better for the light that you shine
eclipses can't even darken my mind
your star the sun that's brightened my day
you do with no effort...you do it your way
Scent of Kivelli
11/3/09
Within these lungs I breathe Kivelli
sweet to my lips, filling to my belly
dreams they visit; I'm chosen for their view
they sing Kivelli's intoxicating brew
see there must be a conjured spell
that's cast upon my soul
that steals my breath and glues my half
to hers to make a whole
I stand spellbound;
captive by that smile
like thievin courtiers were caught
by Cleopatra's Nile
we stood and exchanged gazes
trying to fan the blazes
trying to cuff a heart restraint
and dull the gleam of glazes
so lost within the lure of each
we missed a crime's assault and breach
our time seemed seconds long
no longer than one's favorite song
before the clock could rudely bong
we realized our time had gone
embraced in yearning burning want
we kissed on time yet seconds taunt
we glanced each other's eyes in sin
and kissed once more with chills again
11/3/09
Within these lungs I breathe Kivelli
sweet to my lips, filling to my belly
dreams they visit; I'm chosen for their view
they sing Kivelli's intoxicating brew
see there must be a conjured spell
that's cast upon my soul
that steals my breath and glues my half
to hers to make a whole
I stand spellbound;
captive by that smile
like thievin courtiers were caught
by Cleopatra's Nile
we stood and exchanged gazes
trying to fan the blazes
trying to cuff a heart restraint
and dull the gleam of glazes
so lost within the lure of each
we missed a crime's assault and breach
our time seemed seconds long
no longer than one's favorite song
before the clock could rudely bong
we realized our time had gone
embraced in yearning burning want
we kissed on time yet seconds taunt
we glanced each other's eyes in sin
and kissed once more with chills again
Song of Mara
12/29/08
So seductive as I glance in your eyes I see
that lure that’s caught the soul of me
those lips that pout to get your way
caress my ear in a subtle play
hair swept back one side and close
Sends my soul to comatose
natural black woman no make up one bit
I’ll add my half that perfect fit
aroused am I your arid stir
if you said 'come’ I'm so damn there
if you said 'mine all mine' we're paired
A heart of two to one we’re shared
that dimple and that slight gap in your tooth
that beaming smile sends me through the roof
in a nutshell I'm trying to simply say
This day is great- came my way.
Soul of gold
At dusk the lips does form moist phrases,
a gift for you to feast upon.
To whet your palette to prepare
my travel. Into the home where lives
your soul.
These feet laid bare and cleaned
for entrance;
Where hung out of season mistletoe.
I enter seeking to merge with you
like two apparitions
devoid of all preposterous play
Sincere in every fiber that's me
I come within cross-eyed distance,
presenting to you all that I hold
and if you see pure gold in me
It's only because you touched my soul.
Sudden Thought
11/30/08
Recall the whispering wind
Gently caress your lovely face
And what it spoke
In your ear with chaste
How it increased
that soft heartbeat
How it slowed down
Your high paced feet
How it did what
It did with plea
To suddenly get you
To think of me
Somehow in that moment too
You knew in same
I thought of you
The forever her
8/23/05
I polished my armor the day we met
I saw myself shop for the full moon
nights and twinkling dusks so
radiant by candle light.
retrieved; fine crystal for Champagne
delicately stored for your moment.
yes...your moment that etched
your name in my heart as the beats
played the rhythm I hummed to
glancing in the windows to your
extravagant soul.
the softness of the lips
caressing my skin and the
singing tone in your voice
whenever you call my name,
has innervated the dormant
seed to grow to love.
to protect. to cherish.
to give of myself a part
never before shared.
the polished armor
of a knight who never
fought has been given
the strength of a thousand
to protect the damsel of
my heart.....
my true love.....
the forever her
The Reason
8/3/09
Come to me and view these eyes
stripped of masks worn for disguise
here I stand before you nude
but clothes less not, no lies of rude
a soul of white no blemish there
survey my thoughts I lay them bare
truth serum I will gladly drink
to prove to you no lie I think
concerning how my feelings shout
and tell the world this truth be out
that in my heart yes through and through
I am the reason why born was you...
The broken wall of Elsa
12/7/06
a wall held us at bay one day
as I approached your
sweetness that my tooth yearns.
you denied me with a koolness
that burns.
you spoke to me clearly
but refused to see me.
that distance laid bare
a continent apart
yet you said I've entered
your heart.
passion pressed Diamonds from coals
as the wall divided our souls.
that’s the way you want it
for now, thus, I struggle
to climb your trust, so you
may believe in us.
devotedly we speak each day
though so far out of reach.
millions of miles away.
no barriers yet you'll breach.
How is it I can miss someone
I’ve never met?
yet that's a happen
I've actually let.
however that's born,
it's now a burden I've worn
since that day you broke
into my heart.
Resisted it like flu, me,
that fall onto you
but somehow a victim
I’m yours.
a slave to your lore
yet still no open door
except to your open line.
yet you inebriate me like wine.
That welcoming mat
to your ear that's that
so here I wait for invite.
good outlook is my sight
though never maybe right
I know you will destroy the wall.
it's just a matter of time that's all.
but as I kiss the wall
that passes my kiss to your lips
each blink of my eye
yearns for the touch of our finger tips
created by your charms
when the time has come to
lay arms....
upon you and you me
as I race to your beckoned call,
gladly over the rubble I'll walk the
destroyed wall.
This Love
A tasty mystery this love.
the tightest hold results
in melting between fingers,
a mere mess of it's former self.
tender saplings are not
too young to be stung
sending spears thru the heart
releasing the deluge of loss
only comfort be is hope
of reliving a memory...
of not forgetting...
the importance of the lesson
cannot be stressed more
than erupted Atom's energy.
sweet to the palette yet
sour to the stomach
the beginning always
harvests a delicious crop.
but at close inspection
shakes hands with the grub.
destroying your beautiful crop
from within.
love be that crop
distrust be that grub
the wrong cliché that
'what is not known doesn’t hurt'
on close inspection the
mire smiles.
but removing that grub
insures a healthy tasty
love where mystery
is no part and trust
is in both hearts.
eat on
for a meal of Love
is more filling than
the sum of all life's Treasures.
This moment's muse
10/26/07
my muse arrived this moment you
skies were dark no bright dawn blue
half asleep I thought just you
through space and time dimension times two
consumed these hours to be one with you
though physics begs differ
as led zeppelins had flew
spell conjures results and there I'm with you
hand touching lip kissing embracing like glue
so muse is just singing and I'm listening too
the tool as it channels my writing to you
to tell you my heart with no need of a clue
this moment arrived, this moment's muse...You
Thought it was 4
8-17-05
Early dark morning loudly I snore
woke in a panic, I thought it was four
a.m. I'm sleepin in a strange bed
recallin me doin another instead
pounding a kitty purrin with cum
hard workin man gettin mad some
misty past images sighin with moans
shivery chills run thru my bones
it takes me 2 hours to make my way home
might as well be in Paris, China or Rome
my curfew is 3 or 3:30 at most
here I am wakin at 4... damn! I am toast
I quickly grab articles and put that shit on
I'm a dead duck if I get home at dawn
drowning in regret, I got on my snore
u can't control sleeping and now it is 4
that means it be 6 by time I get in
I can see it all now, a red dot on my chin
hear her say step back, I warned you bout this
while shakin- moan "Baby you just can't do this"
she'd squeeze the damn trigger and splatter the walls
I fall to the floor with shit in my drawls
I'd vow that I'll haunt her as I float to the sky
can't control my direction and wave my goodbyes
she'd clean my ass up and feed me to gators
then call up her jump off that sleazy ass waiter
I shake my head slightly to rid my assumption
I put on my shoes and get up my gumption
bracing for wrath I grab my cd
the player said 4 that’s what I could see
I opened the door took my disc out
the real time displayed I gave a loud shout
I jumped in the air and clicked my two shoe
I thought it was 4 but it's barely past 2
Shhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwooooooooooo
Time's grant
1/12/05
I hang them out to dry
the water from each eye
a torrent once; but now evaporated
u granted a wish anticipated.
arid winds blow; I feel your smile in the air
each eye glances absorbing your care
I live in the past as you lie on my lap
as though time has awakened from her nap
granted me amnesty
from the broken me
the leaves crunch as each step progresses
each sound erases past mistaken messes
as the dawn's sun rejuvenates the day
time's wish has granted my way
to dry each tear not in time's past near
but from the Kleenex in your hand
back here to dry my happy tear.
Undone thaw
10/10/05 Steven Cropper
Be kind as I reach
to touch the hand
of your truth.
hoping it exists at all,
I stretch my stride.
feeling your resistance
I calculate the sum
of your reaction.
an ignored request
lies on the floor
of your denial.
realizing reasons hiding
behind excuses,
I come to understand
that I've been
touching your truth's
hand all along.
the truth is;
you are unkind.
the warmth of
your look belies
the winter within
your glance.
toward me you are
but one season.
the thaw remains
undone.
Unfolding Web
5/25/09
years ago a young buck feigned
though shy he was beguiled
caught in her web of exotic looks
a demeanor oh so wild
I'd sit and stir and fantasize
of kissing her sweet lips
whenever she would look my way
appealing was her whips
she'd dominate my conscious mind
she's all I thought about
at home, at school, the tub, the pool
it seems she had big clout
in time it all but ceased these thoughts
as years spun like roulette
the thought of seeing her again
raised not a single bet
yet to this day its like, this crush
occurred just yesterday
still caught up in her web I'm stuck
like this I'd always stay
you see by chance the worldwide web
rekindled this small flame
cause suddenly my eyes were glued
on an email signed her name
caught in a web, for Web, on web
is where I seem to be
except this time I have her eye
for me ironically
so as this saga does unfold
I watch with eager eyes
to see a fantasy come true
and to occasion rise
she never knew until this day
I even had a crush
for years within the web she spun
caught me like lint on brush
so through the web a web now knows
her web had had me caught
Alert of me and mutually
we hold each other's thoughts
Vanilla Flava
11-30-09
Her lips are thin yet kiss as a storm
with hazel pools that sound so warm
sandy corn silk strands flow like falls
as they hang
these strong hands caress her shapely
ass like bang
her diction perfect stress tees and ings
converse from math to ancient kings
bred for her kind her parents chose
vanilla's us and chocolate those
but she had no intention that
her mind's on FUBU and Baby Phat
no blonde tall blue eyed German myth
she craves Jamal and rejects Biff
so herself, she's been, she stays
no assimilation to chocolate ways
though she knows, sometimes use slang
she still can't dance or really sang
but deep within her vanilla soul
dwells a chocolate woman whole
Virgin promise
Steven Cropper
Riding along the highway,
nonstop destination persists
to keep the promise a virgin.
awestruck scenes impetrates my vigilance;
just momentary visits. time? not much.
what is asked? a spared relief;
blurred look of a traveler to cease,
just a moment.
stop! stand back, admire the enchanting
pulchritude. for death surely comes
before second chances.
revere; backwards prints matched
a possibility not.
but! say I, 'essence of time molded
a bond to my heart.
the flower of beauty that my traveling
seeks will perish if I pause for
your sight. so wave I must and keep
on my road.
I'll arrive no moment too soon before
her petals do bloom and I'll stand
back so proud and sigh with a wiff
and admire much more than I missed.
and caress the soft hand of
the virgin promise'.
What lies in Wharton
5/20/09
What lies in Wharton
buried deep in secret's mystery
so hot is it's contents
that a single touch burns blistery
looking back in smiles closed eyes,
that truth in history
a morning saw activity that breaks bonds
of just mere sisterly
that first glance that had sealed my hope
of sharing in her touch
pulling her gently to me
from years of wanting her much
watching her close two brown pools
to lock our lips in kiss
then slowly peel each magnificent garment
a sight I wish not miss
expose her honey fragrant skin
that begs my lip's caress
to taste her sweetness as she sighs
and craving nothing less
what lies in Wharton bonafide two bronze thick
perfect thighs
the finest pair of feet I've sucked
while twined in lover's ties
her prayer position with no pray
with elbows upon the bed
showing off the finest end this man's
lust can be fed
then entering her woman's door
wet from approaching storm
that brews with each stroke in her
waters held within her form
I've never reached the mountain top
as seven times with her
with every step we danced our hips
would a quiet storm occur
and as she sighed in pleasures cry I felt
a sadness there
beneath this beauty lies a woman
needing lover's pair
not just some out of towner come
to lay her pleasures bare
but someone true.. the deepest blue
a woman could ever care
yet all she had that day was me
a black soul needing soap
no one to heed her beckoned call...
to realize her hope
in spite this man's lust satisfied
was not the woman's need
I only wish her all she wants
and to her hunger feed
then what would lie in Wharton would
a happy soul decree
for happy tears she'd cry a sea
relieving all her plea
and even though it won't be me
true happiness she'd see
5/20/09
What lies in Wharton
buried deep in secret's mystery
so hot is it's contents
that a single touch burns blistery
looking back in smiles closed eyes,
that truth in history
a morning saw activity that breaks bonds
of just mere sisterly
that first glance that had sealed my hope
of sharing in her touch
pulling her gently to me
from years of wanting her much
watching her close two brown pools
to lock our lips in kiss
then slowly peel each magnificent garment
a sight I wish not miss
expose her honey fragrant skin
that begs my lip's caress
to taste her sweetness as she sighs
and craving nothing less
what lies in Wharton bonafide two bronze thick
perfect thighs
the finest pair of feet I've sucked
while twined in lover's ties
her prayer position with no pray
with elbows upon the bed
showing off the finest end this man's
lust can be fed
then entering her woman's door
wet from approaching storm
that brews with each stroke in her
waters held within her form
I've never reached the mountain top
as seven times with her
with every step we danced our hips
would a quiet storm occur
and as she sighed in pleasures cry I felt
a sadness there
beneath this beauty lies a woman
needing lover's pair
not just some out of towner come
to lay her pleasures bare
but someone true.. the deepest blue
a woman could ever care
yet all she had that day was me
a black soul needing soap
no one to heed her beckoned call...
to realize her hope
in spite this man's lust satisfied
was not the woman's need
I only wish her all she wants
and to her hunger feed
then what would lie in Wharton would
a happy soul decree
for happy tears she'd cry a sea
relieving all her plea
and even though it won't be me
true happiness she'd see
Woman
I spend my millions
on that bridge you sell...
Woman with all your splendor
how do you learn to play this heart so well?
each note you play has my ear singing
your praise in turn
I'm wondering, Who taught you that learn?
was it carefully ingrained when you were
but a child?
Or is this some magic violin tuned to
my masculine wild?
how is it you can cause my heart drums
to beat a fast pace, just by
glancing your face...
or cause my mouth to salivate
just by your form,
your womanly state...
wars have been fought
tributes were built
vast flowered gardens
where passions never wilt
feud with our families
just for the love of you
enraptured by your beauty
we sing that color blue.
how do you do that magic?
how conjure you that spell?
how do you crush our manly power
just by words you tell?
how can I cure this fever
from beauty that’s so thick
so that when you reject my heart
my soul won't be so sick....
Woman with all your splendor
I give my world to you
I give my heart I give my soul
I give my vastest whole...
and if someone should ask of me
why do my soul decree?
why give it all as gifted love
if guarantees don't stay?
this is what I say...
to get it all
you must give it all
we're all are willing to just win it all
but at the price to lose it all?
I say that's reasonable to pay
I wouldn't have it
any other way...
I spend my millions
on that bridge you sell...
Woman with all your splendor
how do you learn to play this heart so well?
each note you play has my ear singing
your praise in turn
I'm wondering, Who taught you that learn?
was it carefully ingrained when you were
but a child?
Or is this some magic violin tuned to
my masculine wild?
how is it you can cause my heart drums
to beat a fast pace, just by
glancing your face...
or cause my mouth to salivate
just by your form,
your womanly state...
wars have been fought
tributes were built
vast flowered gardens
where passions never wilt
feud with our families
just for the love of you
enraptured by your beauty
we sing that color blue.
how do you do that magic?
how conjure you that spell?
how do you crush our manly power
just by words you tell?
how can I cure this fever
from beauty that’s so thick
so that when you reject my heart
my soul won't be so sick....
Woman with all your splendor
I give my world to you
I give my heart I give my soul
I give my vastest whole...
and if someone should ask of me
why do my soul decree?
why give it all as gifted love
if guarantees don't stay?
this is what I say...
to get it all
you must give it all
we're all are willing to just win it all
but at the price to lose it all?
I say that's reasonable to pay
I wouldn't have it
any other way...
Year ending plea
12/31/06
Even if u never acknowledge to me that
these thoughts has touched u,
let me be the first to tell u how
blue I felt that I turned u blue.
let me tell u how hard it was
to slip on the truth b4 seeing
ur sexy silhouette b4 ur dining room light,
and how my spirit had to grab myself from
kissin u long and holdin u tight....
see in spite of that bug that had u captive
that night, no deterrent existed to keep
my long embrace from becoming a fact but
me...it's me i had to fight
so I may present u with the gift of truth
That should’ve been presented to u our
first conversation.
still I baste in the memory gravy
of the connection we made to my
elation.
but if u can find someway to allow
me in your life
and stab me no further with
you abstinence knife,
I’ll make sure u won't regret any
moment we met
and the gains will be worth the bet.
as artists and more we met eye to eye
please let not let another day pass as
your name pours from my lips in sigh....
Your words kiss my ear
Steven Cropper 3/26/07
She saw in my words a story not told
by me or would even be that bold
to secretly tug at a tempest of her's hidden
though maybe in jest when we're both kidden
but she let imagination sway her
convinced her a write on paper
a cyber talk gone wrong
made her anger strong
but innocence I claim
your thoughts and my intentions
were not the same
so forced I a prison of silence
a day without you in my sense
I sent out the pigeons to find you
flew back confused like they're on
wine too
so down I put the empty glass
to somehow find your ass
and tell you remorse chokes me
as sleep hides and keeps me woke see
to hear you tell me forgiveness coats you
impels you to tell me to release my blue
so once again my grin can visit my lips
till once again we touch finger tips
it's your words that kiss my ear
my grin to stay from what I hear
my blue turns yellow
again a happy fellow
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