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Jason Williams Poem
She is my heartbeat, and lately my hearts skipping beats.
I missing beats like artist miss drop dates.
Im missing her like she was gone to the pearly gates,
But she just a phone call away, a phone call that's not answered on any day.
I try to mask my emotions, but they refuse any longer to stay at bay,
they've decided they rather set to sessions, cast away to find our heartbeat.
And I myself have to decided to do what's necessary to have her back next to me and not an ex to me,
cause forget the next one if its not her, no one shall stand next to me.
I left her alone, but she left me torn down the middle like disgarded paper.
My lines are messed up like a messed up taper.
She is, was, and will forever be my heartbeat,
and just hear it again Ill go through hell and back,
pick and eat up scraps just for her love again to have back.
And all the time people talk,
people talk about all the fish in the sea but I ain't right for them fish and neither are they for me.
My pain is masked like halloween.
So no matter what I step out in you don't really know me.
But she does, from the outline of my shadow to the inside of my heart she knows me from the start.
I wish we would have never had to part, but I pray we get another start, Im dead right now you are the beat of my heart.
Copyright © Jason Williams | Year Posted 2013
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Yellow-Brown skin I see.
From head to toe I wanna greet,
but at your lips is where I wish we could meet.
Cause the lipstick you wearing is just so unique.
You done away with the Red stick cause it was last week,
and that earth tone color just don't attract me.
But that Pink lipstick got me weak. Actually got me pondering, wondering, wondering if that's all that's pink?
Wondering is your other pair there?
Im just asking because Im unaware.
Im just trying know if its pink everywhere.
Like your pink lipstick. It got me stuck, so can we lipstick?
If only for a few seconds lets have a kiss that can take us to the heavens.
Im saying this but Im lying send me to hell
because I want that first kiss of your pink lips to lead to a down pour of pink drops forming and leaving pink ponds that drench my body and sends me into natural disasters known as pleasure and bliss.
So I just come out and ask my I have a kiss from your lips painted over from your pink lipstick?
Copyright © Jason Williams | Year Posted 2013
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Jason Williams Poem
I rope my mind around the possibilities.
But are these same possibilities nothing more overrated probibilites?
Realisticly the past and present struggles are all i can see
Because we try to look and make way for a future when our present is all less
than super.
Are we still linked to the reality that our superficial findings are nothing more
than a unreal imagination?
Was segragation just my imagination? Hell nall. It is, was, and will always be my
peoples reality and nightmare.
Our dark skin couldnt hide us under the dark cover of night from the possiblity of
being beaten for being born dark
Or being kicked for appering to be smart, and then they wonder what would
make us wanna dart away in the dark.
Possibilities make us strive and keep our determined drive for a life fit for royalty,
Even though normally the selfworth we sometimes display shows how much we
really care about how our image is portrayed, and they talk about a power
struggle, but truth is our power has been decayed, and the little power we do
hold has as much spark as a loyal slave.
You know maybe, just maybe it will be possible to break away. We have our
freedom why should we stay?
They released us, atleast thats what they say.
As a minority we are the majority of law breakers, ex-cons, and paroles.
Released or not we will, have, and are still held by a leash.
I realized I roped my mind around fake possibility in hope that I had a great
probibility to make it.
I untie my rope and let it all go. . . . .End.
Copyright © Jason Williams | Year Posted 2012
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The moon over the salt sea, that is her, She moves me back and forward, I am the sea.
Her beams control me, help to give me strength or take it away.
I enjoy the times she shines just right, casting me in the right light, and we just sway, musicians compose music to try to capture the ambiance of that moment for ears to hear, while artist try to recreate it visually and hope that eyes create tears at the sight of true beauty that is created with her and me.
The stars envy her, the sun holds jealousy because to be this insync, we could never be.
They say the moon is exclusively tied to that of water. She is exclusively tied to me, she makes my heart beat harder at my chest like the moon forces waves to beat harder at the sand.
I compare us holding hands to the sight of the moon appearing to sit right on top of the sea, because it is a truthfully blissful sight to see.
Our vibe is right to me, like the light the moon creates on top of the sea, not too much, just enough to admire at the beauty that comes from two of God's most majestic creations.
She clings to me like I cling to her, and even tho she shines on me, she holds all of my secrets.
She can drive me insane sometimes, so insane I destroy things, never harming her, or she can keep so calm that I move not one bit.
She is the moon to my sea, she shines a light only bright enough for her to see what's really inside of me.
Copyright © Jason Williams | Year Posted 2012
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