NUCROP ARTS
Poetry
Be Ye Warned
Chunks of flesh becomes victim
to the evil psychotic murderer.
his lust for a violently turbulent
death written through his blood
soaked hand, makes him grin
rotten egg smelling, hideously decayed
fecal brown teeth.
wooly flea infested scabbed epidermis,
festers within inches
of the flying rodent, a Coffin-crow bat's
right ear
induces this evil helper's sharply
clawed toe to scratch.
a chilling squeak is bellowed
as he lands on the murderer's
shoulder.
together they plan havoc,
cursed deformities and
horribly cannibalistic
sacrifices for all those
of the sheepish race
HUMANITY...
if you've ever felt
a chill for unknown
reasons...Be Ye Warned
it's because
each person's third eye
see's the impending plot
and warns us.......
Born To Die
(dedicated to my 2nd unborn grandchild)
Before we met,
met them demise
and spilled the tears of mommys eyes.
a faint beat of heart and single breath
then to false glory of infant death
never did she open her eyes
never to feel pain of the world of lies
never to cry from a broken heart
deep pillow cries when two do part
never to feel racism's sting
discriminations black females bring
never to experience pain of death
when someone she loves devoid of breath
never to witness the tragedy of war
that thinking man's reason to settle a score
never be bullied or a victim of crime
how life can be sour like lips on a lime
I sit here heart breaking thinking of her
how my life sours, how could this occur?
destiny maybe, or GOD's mercy be
to spare her the pain of life
that precious young she
(dedicated to my 2nd unborn grandchild)
Before we met,
met them demise
and spilled the tears of mommys eyes.
a faint beat of heart and single breath
then to false glory of infant death
never did she open her eyes
never to feel pain of the world of lies
never to cry from a broken heart
deep pillow cries when two do part
never to feel racism's sting
discriminations black females bring
never to experience pain of death
when someone she loves devoid of breath
never to witness the tragedy of war
that thinking man's reason to settle a score
never be bullied or a victim of crime
how life can be sour like lips on a lime
I sit here heart breaking thinking of her
how my life sours, how could this occur?
destiny maybe, or GOD's mercy be
to spare her the pain of life
that precious young she
Candie's pain
tradgety unfolded the night of the fire
around the corner playing cards
unaware of burning mire
two kids in the closet doomed
by loose matches
people outside kept at
bay by heat's latches
flash 2 alarmed row house
consumed in a second
teary eyed Candy to GOD
she had beckoned
to her a deaf ear appeared
to had reaped
no kids on the roof
able to leap
the aunt in the backroom
escaped with her two
but why she left Anthony
and the son of ole Lou?
I never got wind of,
I never quite knew.
but two tiny bodies
brought out the burnt house
a two minute fire
sucked lives like a louse
no funeral should have
two children to bury
they should be out playing
alive for mom to worry
how did Candy get
over this you ask?
the truth is she didn’t...
in sorrow she'd bask
she steadily grew worse
as years pulled her chain
she trudged each day
dying... in each hour's rain
she finally smiled the day
of her death
to go see her children
with the void of her last
breath.
Despondent
for Tracie.................2/22/05
despondent she was as murderers
entered her mouth
ten fold with demise as intent
displaced from her normality
she invited them as her only
friends, her only hope
to bring forth the peace
she so sorely missed
she watched herself plan
an execution of someone
she used to dearly love
and maybe loved so much
in her ignorance
that this dark deed
was deemed a favor,
an escape for the troubles
that ran rampant upon her soul.
it blinded her to responsibilities
that in her haste she failed
to realize as privilege.
yes; affirmative; positively
right;
the haze that plagued her
miraculously cleared
before the hit men hit
and she was saved
from herself by her,
the only one that could
convince her that demise
is not a worthy escape
but a cowardly retreat
from a mind capable of
one's own salvation.
no longer despondent
she made a call at
death's door
and it was heard...
If Morn Be Magic
6/11/08
Possession of magic I wish from the morn
to transform the pain of a beating heart torn
to dry tears of sorrow as a special day appears
rematerialize the lost ones our memory peers
sit them beside us as we speak of good times
flip a dark opera to glad songs with sweet rhymes
let us just hold them and freeze up the hour
infinity's bubble will our tears do devour
leave us the box with that button of red
to unlock time's lock and undo all our dead
to hold all our smiling eyes in pinpoint of time
the cost is our sadness no more than a dime
so morn work your magic if powers you own
change our hearts bitter from hardness of stone
let not the passing of time bring relief
lay void our sorrow defeat all our grief
give as a gift the sun's golden dawn
and bring back our loved ones
with rays from your drawn
if magic from you is only a myth
then give us another present as gift
let heal this bleeding heart of such pain
that sometimes I wonder if life's all in vain
give us the peace to know GOD has allowed
this tragedy and that explains it somehow
remove this pain leaving only good times
transform this dark opera to glad songs with great rhymes
and give forth a promise I'll see them again
in whatever means for me you intend....
6/11/08
Possession of magic I wish from the morn
to transform the pain of a beating heart torn
to dry tears of sorrow as a special day appears
rematerialize the lost ones our memory peers
sit them beside us as we speak of good times
flip a dark opera to glad songs with sweet rhymes
let us just hold them and freeze up the hour
infinity's bubble will our tears do devour
leave us the box with that button of red
to unlock time's lock and undo all our dead
to hold all our smiling eyes in pinpoint of time
the cost is our sadness no more than a dime
so morn work your magic if powers you own
change our hearts bitter from hardness of stone
let not the passing of time bring relief
lay void our sorrow defeat all our grief
give as a gift the sun's golden dawn
and bring back our loved ones
with rays from your drawn
if magic from you is only a myth
then give us another present as gift
let heal this bleeding heart of such pain
that sometimes I wonder if life's all in vain
give us the peace to know GOD has allowed
this tragedy and that explains it somehow
remove this pain leaving only good times
transform this dark opera to glad songs with great rhymes
and give forth a promise I'll see them again
in whatever means for me you intend....
Inside looking out
12/31/04
Inside looking out I am
to the woman with grace as a lamb
that goes day to day with
her heart on her sleeve
counting subconsciously
to that day she will grieve
for passion sweet to be lost
as she pays with great cost
though she well knows all
great life dies a great death
the pain is no less when
devoid of all breath
she peers down each street
for the end of this meet
lookin for something that
not yet has come
anticipating a move
eyes tracing her thumb
I'll ask this, What damn good is a smile?
if you're searching the eyes
for the truth all the while
and taking mere silence
as intending beguile
to baptize in sorrow
you like I'm the Nile
I'm inside looking out
at you hurting from pain
I've inflicted not to you
and won't if I'm sane
you read between lines
I've never have written
make silence a sword
from me to you I've smitten
so when it is time
for climates to change
a mutual pact will then
be arranged
and both us will know
with bi-proclamation
no inside or out
with no explanation
Intoxicant absence
Steven cropper 4/3/05
Absence has been the intoxicant,
the drink that is poisoning
my soul from the presence
I'm used to.
For what seems years,
we've been enjoying
the contact that brought
us to yearn for the other.
shared what was never
enough kisses, and made
what was never
enough love.
talk was always the main course
of time alone spent.
laughs were many and satisfying
as a filling meal.
In your absence, the intoxicant
that's poisoning us,
has emerged a you unknown to me.
cautiously I tread conversations
with you trying to avoid crushing
your now egg shelled emotions.
no doubt you also are inebriated
with absence.
common ground is rarely
reached and very brief when achieved.
you hang in hope of the sobering event
that kisses fantasies constantly
played within your lovely mind.
can the bottle of absence be broken
and the intoxicant laid void?
are we doomed to die of cirrhosis
as absence become too much to bare?
and absence is no longer a condition
of the heart that grows fonder,
but a slow Slaying condition
that will finally keep us apart?
or will we somehow
sober up?
Absence to the intoxicant.
Irrational attitude/ valid point
I started with tenderness in mind
to write an ode to that woman of mine
got maybe two stanzas out
then BLAM she comes with drama and shout
bout a trivial matter she standin there bustin veins
air shaking in danger of bringin down planes
I'm sittin here tryin to her reason
but she's in drama mode and drama is in season
tryin to sell our house thru realtors who are racist
her mindset has a point to a subject bound in stasis
I know the world is rotten
strangers are begotten
treated like we pick cotton
neighbor love forgotten
but deeds done all in anger
is like a song-less Sanger
the clouds filter the light out
but a mind calm is what it's all about
Journey across
That smile: beaming that beautiful soul
a diamond you've become from life's mere coal
always making me glad you were around
to brighten my day whenever I was down
seems more times than not, you rescued me
from some hourly crisis I'd suffer constantly.
A finer friend could not be made
a gem of a human, the purest jade
yet I thought you'd be there always
like air it finds my lungs
you always understood me
when my demeanor spoke in tongues
somehow it was lopsided you always helped me out
don't think I ever got the chance to get your
mind on route
you gave and gave unselfishly
you had a way with me
but now a void has come to pass
that lovely you just couldn’t last
the doors of life just shut down tight
no longer seen, no life to fight
beyond horizon there you sit
to serve now on in bright lights lit
no longer here... just memory
makes you alive and here with me
just why remains a mystery
that won't be solved at least for me
I only know that now life's drive
S’like one head light in dark I strive
but the treasure left by your great light
will make my road that much more bright
so thank you is what I will say
you made life's hell seem more Ok
until we meet when I do cross
I'll shed these tears for my friend's loss
Love letter felony
10/4/07
Alright I found it...
tempest mounts like airborne
steam, stretching her hands toward
heaven...
scarlet eyed hue
worn yet still blue
antagonizes
agonizes
delapitizes
anger rises
needles sharp yet blunt
not want
assaults the years of tight
held hands...
what pried opened the clasp
of two hands
is the same weapon created
by the unused arm...
it's penmanship flawless...
it's intent...lawless
the perfumed parchment
used as bait to lure your
prey has been unearthed
to my dismay....
to lay eyes on your wanting
thoughts where a different love
resided, plagues each beat of my drum,
each dying rageful breath
is exhaled with the pain of death...
that letter amour
is the killer of the promise...
and I lie love dead
in sync with distain.. the fresh
odor of an old love slain...
Misery
12/13/09
Before overcome by unpeaceful sleep
I peered over to a woman's silent tears
born from an unsure appearance of what
she perceived as important.
granted, the importance of the lack there of
has a value only in a material realm
thus the misguided want kisses her hungry lips
and she yearns for his absent presence.
torrents pour upon the valley of her soul
as each eye is blinked from the blessings
she ignorantly walks upon.
contagious as a yawn, her sadness coates
my being, and I feel the distance in my heart
has as opposed to the gleam money holds in her eye.
this Christmas hovers above her as a mere burden
for she only sees what is absent
not what should be rejoiced
never does it appear in her eye to see
the blessings that surround her
maledictions star in her show and reigns king...
every deed she does it seems done for show
or for some return, thus never is the joy
of giving enjoyed within her mercenary heart.
so she cries the ocean she swims upon
and yearns for that unreachable star....
Why?
greed holds her captive and every bit closer
she travels to that distant goal, the goal moves
thus holding her captive by the very goal
she seeks to obtain for it runs as fast as she chases .
there is no prison for a dream
yet she chased it for a lifetime....
I stand before her as the familiar
I'd love her even at rock bottom
something in which she is incapable
thus with her I am sentenced to unpeaceful sleep
until my final sleep I fear,
unless it is all severed
so she may continue alone
but unfortunately
misery loves company.
12/13/09
Before overcome by unpeaceful sleep
I peered over to a woman's silent tears
born from an unsure appearance of what
she perceived as important.
granted, the importance of the lack there of
has a value only in a material realm
thus the misguided want kisses her hungry lips
and she yearns for his absent presence.
torrents pour upon the valley of her soul
as each eye is blinked from the blessings
she ignorantly walks upon.
contagious as a yawn, her sadness coates
my being, and I feel the distance in my heart
has as opposed to the gleam money holds in her eye.
this Christmas hovers above her as a mere burden
for she only sees what is absent
not what should be rejoiced
never does it appear in her eye to see
the blessings that surround her
maledictions star in her show and reigns king...
every deed she does it seems done for show
or for some return, thus never is the joy
of giving enjoyed within her mercenary heart.
so she cries the ocean she swims upon
and yearns for that unreachable star....
Why?
greed holds her captive and every bit closer
she travels to that distant goal, the goal moves
thus holding her captive by the very goal
she seeks to obtain for it runs as fast as she chases .
there is no prison for a dream
yet she chased it for a lifetime....
I stand before her as the familiar
I'd love her even at rock bottom
something in which she is incapable
thus with her I am sentenced to unpeaceful sleep
until my final sleep I fear,
unless it is all severed
so she may continue alone
but unfortunately
misery loves company.
Numb
Steven Cropper 10/4/05
Numb is the man within this shell
crying but will never tell
all the pain that hurts so well
like busted eardrums beside a big bell
numb is this mind assaulted so bad
that trusted the only love I've ever had
betrayed to scoundrels laying for a vic
robbed and raped by this woman so sick
numb is this feeling I'm feeling not at all
so traumatic and broken from the fall
that face I see I no longer recognize
from hiding my tears with this disguise
numb is the pain I'm finally relieved
won't be recalled to try to be believed
8 bottles of codeine downed in minutes flat
gone is the ninth life, another o.d. stat
Options 2 exercise
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sitting, my muscles content as a lark
Shrinks devoid of movement
No target to mark
Imagining battles are past
Memories
Fighting hard core of
Male and femories
My daily routine flexing
Options are gone
No need I thought of
Returning it on
Lately I’ve noticed your downtime
Has changed
Hours compacted
Are now rearranged
More I’m alone while
You’re out somewhere
Else
With scars of alone time
Growing big whelps
Upon the back of my
Morality self
Feeling an increase of
Foolish man wealth
Excuses seem legit
As good plans are made
Devised to calm a
Suspicious sharp blade
But too late I’m cut and
The whelps bleeding tears
Confirming my darkest
Of misguided fears
I inspect my option’s arms
Shrunk by no work
Vowing to build up
and in the gym lurk
make muscular options
to market my heart
to rid this sharp pain
to make a new start
It’s seems you’re content
with your heart on the shelf
I’ll exercise options
To satisfy self
Pain's power
7-26-05
Every day I commit suicide
from all the hurt I hide
while women dry their tears they cry
I store the pain and my eyes stay dry
old school philosophy for years handed down
inherited I practice that now
wonderers wonder why younger men die
much younger than females I tell you no lie
it's holding emotions and letting them rot
each day in day out expressing them not
falling the victim emotion's noose knot
cutting off life of this inherited lot
I growl out my anger and get it all out
my tempest is thunder the loudest of shout
but sorrow it seems has sizeable clout
my waters of extraction commences to drout
my clear mind's synapses fires up doubt
can't let loose my ducts can't figure it out
I know with each sorrow, each pain is a notch
staining my psyche with a black blotch
each time I am dying closer to death
devoid of all sorrow, devoid of all breath
suicide's stalking, pouncing it's prey
killing me slightly each painful day
pray for me someone, for if I don't learn
suicide's fire will all my life burn....
Poetic justice from the hand of Karma
(5/19/06 1:44 am) by Steven Cropper
Rockin to and fro
to karma's gut shots
unexpected stumble
in situation's carbon copy.
sudden shutter freeze
produces a fresh negative.
thoughts thrive in avoidance
but being a complicated
creature this mind of man,
residuals of induced amnesia
knocks on subconscious.
materializes in an apparitional
glance of mind's eye.
I stare at Karma, my nemesis,
reminding me it's avenging promise.
love's tear builds tracks
as Karma forces induced amnesia
to recant it's dire purpose.
total recall appears in all it's glory
it's mighty hand brings me to
my knees.
Yes Karma's power's catalyst
is the powerful fist of mine own
recall.
Her confession is Karma's weapon.
all assaults unintentional as it was
attacks mine mortal flesh 3 fold.
her sweet heart though no protagonist
has hired Karma as the assassin.
I fall bent to slowly die in mine own guilt
knowing Karma awaited my
Love to ripen to serve cold it's
vengeful justice
with my wild eyed fight suppressed,
I accept my execution without cuffs.
Karma has served justice
and I fall it's hungry victim
Portrait of d wise
8/28/08
Purposely being elusive as a butterflies
tis born a portrait of d wise
tracks built from past lit rock hard pain
tickets torn by destiny's train
tread beneath the mountain's eye
a path of false hopes dug deep from cry
short lives had stabbed a heart of gold
a deuce within two years I'm told
redeemed later as tears did dry
two sons of mother's prayerful try
then tragically a sibling gone
had ripped to night a brother's dawn
as rivers flowed from sadness sown
an overwhelming crisis owned
along with other crumbling drones
acquainted I when a heart neared stone
as a will was ready to void strong fight
came a glimpse of near dawn light
caught up without that same ole love
turned tarnished band dropped from above
also had wilted that lawn once green
across the fence where hope was seen
a trade of thoughts at a happened meet
put now new options upon her feet
as caution built from shy of twice
new warm rays may melt that ice
then mold a face in heart anew
a portrait sculpted from sheer pain blue
resurrect heart's rising sun
no end in sight ...it's just begun
Reality's Teeth
10/26/07
Sendin the heartfelt pain of love
parceled with a heartbeat dove
regret of distant heavenly body
too far to touch
yet wantin to smell your scent so much
the distain of a yearning
the heat of that burning
the disbelief of the learning
that my tomorrow will arrive
knowing you are alive
knowin that you know I am too
but unable to caress my skin with you
so I walk through your field of tulips
pausin my mind on the meet of two lips
knowing the lie but tryin to get by
on the fable that hours will skip cause I cry
then out of the blue before my teary eye
you stand in that red skimpy thing as I sigh
embracing like a vise
my heart all enticed
we make love the way only we do so nice
in spite of all ties
we lie as time flies
reality bangs on the door as it pry’s
then here I awake
from reality fake
the tear dried on cheek set to
pour a damn lake...
still all I can do
is wish to be with you
and hope you are wishing
to be with me too........
Reason to Quit
Steven Cropper 11/12/06
Wind's direction changed
from destiny arranged.
and the candle's slain
to save greater pain.
foolish hearts tug at our brains
a powerful fight where stamina drains
give in for awhile, while power's on tilt
reborn only by inner side guilt.
her precious heart golden, sweet sugar cane
with only one soldier to protect it from pain.
though want is a yearning, a gourmet to feed
wants cannot outweigh, the fruits of the need.
she want this so badly like millions in hand
but soon she'd be drowning with no sight of land
and who's there to save her, as last breath is took
just her own willing, turns ocean to brook
so now she's reluctant, breaks a man's heart
to save her own candle, from breaking apart
so fires are blown on to extinguish the light
to heat the wick later, when it's all worth the fight.
Remember... never forget
Steven Cropper 3/1/07
Each night she returns to home
the place that introduced this world's poem
sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter
sometimes neat without stress' litter
sometimes simple with cute lil rhymes
sometimes complicated multisided times
she sees her village the friends she needed
all lying in burnt ruins lifeless and bleeded
taken by force it's her and her kids
5 beautiful black ones 5 high slave bids
scattered among a nation claiming human rights
empty worded constitution waiting for fights
legally mandated, the selling of men
this so called great nation founded by Penn
as lying there dreaming thoughts running her head
she'd rather be back home if not rather then dead
these calloused cold humans making her work
cares less where she came from with devils they lurk
how can someone take her and kill her old men
rape all her people sell all her kin
tie up her strong males whip while tied to trees
murder defiant men resisting the seize
then back goes her memory to happier times
she walked with such pride life's poetry rhymed
her children ran free as harmony smiled
her long hair once braided herb fragrance so wild
she worshipped with choice not forced to believe
until that dark nightmarish murderess eve
that now plagues her psyche revisited dreams
each time she awakens with teary eyed screams
the chief of her village now replaced with a white face
her kids are now master's kids, her's were replaced
each day she lives hell on earth and nothing is good
'cept day braking sun and sweet hickory wood
the white woman yells that 'that black woman is nuts
waking my slumber and inflicting self cuts'
blessed with a new bonnet blue and quite new
but black woman's new item is also quite blue
each new day of sorrow recalling her loss
is one more day's reason to hate more her boss
but one day her anger just up and just left
no more does she hate him though still she is f'ed
years have just raced by and forgotten is much
her past now a vague point let go from her clutch
one night she dreamed of cute little kids
but these were not black and not sold through bids
she woke up a screaming, eyes opened and yet
she was just dreaming, one day she'd forget.
so she told herself 'recall each loved and I'll bet'
I'll always remember...to never forget.....
Sand from granite
6/14/06
She lies beside me cravin moans
Like assaults bounce off like rubber bones
Machismo raw I will just man it
She thinks I’m stone- takes me for granite
Somehow she feels love is enough
To shield from a woman rough
Antagonize my manly buff
To guard my soul loves vest is tough
So there she lies willing my first move
To wax that ass to fill that groove
Without a sorry or confess mistake
My trunks stay on don’t dive that lake
All day her manners work to the tee
Except to practice that on me
She reads my mind and says ‘he knows’
that’s not a need my smiles’ his rose
But through the years what’s chipped away
Respect for her and will to stay
Subscribes her to that movie theme
That Redford joint, know what I mean?
Love story phrase stoned like rock quarry
Love’s never havin to say you’re sorry
Subscribes that she. me? I just can it
She thinks I’m stone- takes me for granite
Commands her to me all the day
‘Do this for me’ like she’s my pay
Not once in years has she said please
Respect me to my soul appease
She’d shout and cuss. curse me with fuss
Bruise my ego, let blood and pus
Then with same breath claim us till death
An old ass couple till void of breath
I warned her that love’s not enough
To keep me sane when times get rough
Without respect she’s breakin’ down
The shield love’s wall keeps heart a pound
She’s learning nothing just has her way
Like smiles are mortar and make me stay
But one dark day when gone too far
My soul will bleed and will not scar
And bleed to death my love will flow
All out my heart and cease to grow
So lies there she, just cravin moans
While I’m still hurt with broken bones
She says I’m hot and I’ll say ‘fan it’
This stone now sand -no longer granite
Standing on edge
My teeth are grittin as in troubled sleep
invisible tears roar a waterfall weep
the trenches dug from stress are deep
deep as boulders on a Grand canyon steep
two palms of sweat clinch blood to seep
drips red spots to pile a morbid heap
snakes eyes peer an evil stir
shift to and fro through desperate air
hot flaring nostrils blow wind to dry
bent angry lips to chap and fry
green veins grow mountains upon the skin
a rational mind starts wearing thin
a wrong committed; a felony cast
obsession born from victim's past
what dire act can stress release?
bring closure to increase the peace?
no justice strong can right a wrong.
can eye for eye at least bring calm?
for the turbulent mind and bloody palm?
or can only time heal victim's scar?
to end a saga the road is far.
if we can remember in times as these
in heavy head moments searching for ease,
when voices whisper plans of extreme
ask what's more important? not what it seem
you may be surprised if honestly said
if we are willing to take this to bed
then take a glance up on that 80 foot ledge
we may see our selves crying Standing on edge.
Tears of a widow
1/22/09
This is the last day of my cry
I say to myself as I try
to wipe this torrent and keep it dry
but yet the questions ask me why
What have I done to lose my mate
can't make amends for it's too late
no coming back, no time to save
the tears poured down upon the grave
soaked down through dirt and stained the box
inside my one love chained by death locks
my mind it wanders how we begun
dam breaks again my tears do run
back then the tears were happy times
our world is great words all do rhymes
I thanked you GOD for bringing me
the mate to make a pair of we
I prayed to you GOD every night
to keep our fire increase our light
don't get me wrong I blame not you
this heart of mine can't pull me through
I'm lost I have no faintest clue
I'm gonna need some help from you
it's just I can not figure out
how to stop this pain and pout
a widow's tears they never dry
one minute gone next second cry
I know I've heard and heard it said
time will heal the pangs of dead
but time to those alive is slow
when pains involved we all do know
and it is of no comfort be
won't of this pain just set me free
the widow's tears the widow's friend
will purge the pain and pain will end
and in the end alls left in me
no widows tears just memories
The face of void of pain
I miss the face of void of pain
distain runs fluid through these veins
recalling times in mirror peered
no frowned face painted with spirit seared
no reality check finds knives in heart
just sweet thoughts and no tastes so tart
my smile reflects no cover up
to hide the poison in my cup
stress wasn't master, my outlook strong
my troubles short with patience long
no uncontrolled urge to bang the wall
with helpless hands of stress so tall
my leisure was a drive nowhere
instead of sitting in space to stir
hope was a belt worn on me tight
no apathetic soul to fight
I miss the face of void of pain
we were best friends like clouds and rain
we never hang, she rarely calls
and if she don't I somehow fall
but still walk I down memories’ hall
to peer her face upon my wall
because I know when she's around
I'm trouble free, face void of frown
each day I call so we can hang
she hasn’t answered and I know it rang
I left a message, you're invited here
to rid my pain, stress, tears and fear
The lack
Steven Cropper
a lacking has been trudging steadily down
toward an unsuspecting me
moanin a frightful untuned song
yet familiar as yesterday's rain
and just as damp
she brings the inevitable news,
without sayin a word. she is very much
aware that his very presence releases
a mysterious knowledge that remained dormant
within my soul. Chilling whispers
within me remind me that you are
going away...My heart sinks and
my sadness becomes an everyday garment
when casual thoughts of u peeks
around the corner of my consciousness.
another day creeps by with the lack
walking beside me constantly reminding
me of your presence void.
yes things change and people grow
and memories take over where warm
soft you use to reside.
the kisses, the hugs, the meaningful silences
the private joys that spun our
heads with passion.
lacking is two of us
squeezing in the need to
be together.........the lack
has become you in my eyes
and my time spent with the lack
reminds me that the lack
should be you torturing me.
The Next Notch of the Scourge-clear
©2005 Steven Cropper
Tingling has come
the final breath of
one with whom I
held affections
blown.
Never got too close
but also more than
a mere acquaintance
My hearts memory
contained her name
A fond history was
created though not
too close
I wasn’t aware of
the care I held
until I heard the news
though not close enough
for tears, I do feel a
tingling, a numbing
sting every few seconds
since I found out.
I get this same
feeling when unconsciously
thinking of something
of questionable importance
it just tingles and I don’t
know why. Still,
I’m glad I do feel
something but
Saddened by the
Passing of someone
I only thought
about when mentioned
by someone else.
Life now
Adds another soul
to the many voids
created by the
deadliest plague
to scourge man
Death …
The Next Notch of the Scourge-scenic
©2005 Steven Cropper
Welcome Scourge;
Silver polished sword
Pierces my heart bloody
For one alive in my
Hearts memory.
Her who’s last
Breath blew
painted once
a black void
where laughter had
reigned once.
Although our two
Eyes touched never
Still she more
Than an acquaintance
Made fond history created
Though never touched
Digits.
Awareness that
Fresh waters flowed
Deep in the well
Became apparent upon
The news of her
Demise
Clouds formed
Not & no deluge
Drenched mine
Garments but
A faint numbing
Pain persistently
Stabs it’s sword
As each drum
Of taps raps
The rhythm
Glad that I
Feel something
But saddened
At her demise
She who only
Drove the highway
Of my mind
When reminded thru
Another’s mention
Life now paints another
Void of black
Along with other
Lost souls…
Another notch
created by the deadliest
Plague to scourge
Man … Death
The wall's eyes saw
11/06
Commencing to bring home the wares of the day
I get there and someone had mad things to say
shouted at I was a victim of wife
bought wrong thing so she blessed me with strife
reciprocate I did, but not as much she
went to the bedroom so I could calm me
she came up requesting with hope in her eyes
like nothing just happened no apologize
so I kept my opinions and talk to myself
ignoring her rudeness and arguing stealth
so once again retreat intentions were mine
to be by myself and I would be fine
but no! she just followed and kept up the fight
this went on for hours this unpleasant plight
so finally no choice was given but leave
to just get some peace just so I could breathe
she said she was going too so I could just walk
and she'll take the car she said in a balk
things got worse so much she lifted a can
in stance to assault me, to hit on her man
I saw rage in eyes I never before saw
the kind that hurts others enough for the law
I'm leaving you this shit is over I said
no longer married and sharing that bed
she blocked my departure, refused to move
so as not to assault her and civil to prove
I sat on the floor upset and planned my next move
she stood there just pleading so my heart she'd soothe
wee hours morn saw me forgiving her
she promised that these deeds would never occur
I told her if it does one more time we're through
I'll pack all my bags and I'm leaving you....
Trial King
9/18/05- 12:09 pm
Though they plot on me like carnal prey
I glance eye on positive, there's no other way
to be self true forced smiles to stay
Adult am I but they're child's play
learned more bout life it aint no cake
blurred visions clear to truth not fake
I feast on bitter words and unmade minds
and rings of gold assures the bind
two travel turbulent waters made wet to drown
split a pie into and grind it to ground
we surf on waves till settlement day
to rid this burden house sized s'no play
a golden goal glued to my eye
give birth to laughter and death to sigh
a chosen weapon mad apathy
it kills the hope blasted into three
but down trodden glances swoosh to the sky
and vow to give hope one more try
and push with might possessed within
breams from the cells to bones and skin
lift weights of change to educate
give food to soul though it just ate
smack down the pangs hard times still bangs
ponder on strange fruit the enemy stills hangs
refuse to die from racist’s cry
to do you in by any mean's lie
to dig your trench for the impending war
forced by their standards doubled by four
when all along I wanted peace
the chickens hatched out flew the geese
a soldier taught, and I will fight
for rights denied and hid from sight
and wrongs committed with death involved
apology given but nothing solved
just empty jar words
created with instincts of flight happy birds
they can't keep still they're created for flight
they never lie just fly you know I'm right...
as I stand here solid as a statue to fight
I won't become victim to those fallen to night
win not battle only but full score war
return peace to valleys to shore to shore
I'd be the hero, the songs of folklore
an unlikely Monarch, the one and no more
so, proudly as victory kissed softly my lips
I'd grab hold my partner and take a long trip
I'd visit the Kremlin and every virgin Isle
sip colorful drinks and blast forth a smile
and think back my journey each one mile by miles
they're flooded with trouble like an ocean of Niles
coronation commences, I'm the man of the hour
the number one fist, the man with the power
gotta hang with my troubles, no longer with pals
cause I'm anointed as King
the King of my Trials
Warden’s husband
3/19/07
They’re there, alloy bars
Brutal brawls with mental scars
Closing walls that crush all hope
Craving strong drinks and escapist dope
The iron hand with 24 keys
To each cells lock and guards that seize
Turbulent hours just snail by
As a tortured soul breathe a lonely sigh
Damp floors that squish under feet
With used Stale air and emotionally beat
I lie just wanting some solitude
I hear deep taps of the warden’s rude
Presence here to talk law shit
How I was wrong and deserve the pit
I’m here for life if it’s warden’s will
Deep misery’s my dinner fill
Each breakfast is the drama plate
So bitter but it’s all I ate
I glance outside yearning me free
But long hot bullets wait for me
If attempting me a great escape
My body’s cold outlined with tape.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not afraid
Of meeting death as will is paid
But I’d rather leave with pardon give
I’ve served mad time now on to live
A life outside the prison walls
No longer bound by darkened halls
But fortune frowns and I must plan
To break these chains and take my stand
The warden thinks I’m here for life
Disguised the warden as my wife.
Withered Rose
We weep for you this withered Rose
once fresh and live sweet to our nose
presents our love care sorrow too
in memory of that vibrant you
each one mowed down all gone too soon
that foul dark day brought tears by noon
but strength and struggle walk hand in hand
it brought us closer, a stronger land
Our flags are waving not just for us
but declaration of GOD we trust
to bring us JUSTICE of all those lost
and make AMENDS at any cost
for this we owe to each lost soul
to Love and remember is each ones goal
Teach each their child to LOVE not HATE
and pray for all and GOD to wait
Learn from this each blood each stain
so that those gone won't have died in vain...
We weep for you this withered Rose
once fresh and live sweet to our nose
presents our love care sorrow too
in memory of that vibrant you
each one mowed down all gone too soon
that foul dark day brought tears by noon
but strength and struggle walk hand in hand
it brought us closer, a stronger land
Our flags are waving not just for us
but declaration of GOD we trust
to bring us JUSTICE of all those lost
and make AMENDS at any cost
for this we owe to each lost soul
to Love and remember is each ones goal
Teach each their child to LOVE not HATE
and pray for all and GOD to wait
Learn from this each blood each stain
so that those gone won't have died in vain...
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