Long Overstand Poems

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X

I’m your X, He’s your X, but I stand back wondering if your go to put an X on are future. I 
know your not my girl but I’m craving you was still in my world as my girl not my X. I know 
he missing you why because you’re a Queen no lie in this world and mine, but you have had 
times with him and I guess it was good times coz I can still see it in your eye’s, but does he 
see the same thing too, 

All these years I’ve been good to you only getting better. Understanding you, but I guess I 
need to do is understand No OVERSTAND MYSELF before trying to give you my love. So I’m 
on my ting now so I’ll holla when I can and see you when I see you coz I’m not throwing my 
love around any more. 

I LOVE YOU and you have identified it, so it your time to show me what moment in time it is 
or you might not call or even TX and just get back with your X but you know how far the 
love goes and what adventures we could overcome together. So i don't call this the end or 
the past because i believe love will still past this way.


Death of Celebrity

A once opaque veil has become gossamer.
In the dawn of Aquarius, the light of the 'ego' is becoming dimmer.

A changing of the guard is being felt throughout the land.
Sweet souls are awakening, and the third eye is seeing now. Man is beginning to overstand.

The grim reaper is gathering his tools as he makes his rounds.
Out west, through the 'Dirty South', in the Midwest, up the East Coast, and uptown.

Cresting crows caw as they sound the alarm.
A call for imminent change from dark to light, so no longer will you be charmed.

Heaving their way up from the stained red carpet.
Wonderfully ascending to a luminous space that has a beautiful white-violet.

Now the funeral procession begins to roll.
Celebrity with its pretentious gown no longer will man extol.

Death of celebrity_____
Now a fresh sense of clarity.

Death of celebrity_____
So long to idolatry.

The Image of HIM

You can act as if HE isn't HIM
as if going against God isn't a sin
What's behind is something that isn't
seen by the blind but this is by design
What shines from above also illuminates
what is below
The dark seeds are seen for they grow
to produce fruit of their kind
The grind mills until what it brings forth
is brought to a point of rest
Still
Still the results continue to go unseen
until it pushes through & is viewed 
amongst the green
Freeing its leaves only leads to its eventual
decay as one day everything returns
It burns like a flare stick ignited 
signaling that all must bend a knee
as if being knighted
The fiery sword of truth being slighted 
is a sight to behold
Even if it cuts down wicks like a candle
being blown it's never extinguished
Though I'm speaking English many still
won't understand like the exotic in nature
or species unknown to man
Extra on a terrestrial plane is more than
enough for those planting fake seeds
behind the scenes 
Shinning isn't a threat but anything blocking
the Sun only brings darkness
This is a bleak attempt to harvest as it
feeds none in reality
The reality of this Picaso paints many
pictures at once
Can one brush really spill all the paint
making a picture of fronts?
Affronts are made to cover what's being 
done in the shade but the artist
is like a tree
A breath of fresh air reciprocating so
that everyone can breathe
Don't leave before you overstand that
the sky is falling & we're all
within sight
The eyes & image of him is everywhere
like the moon shinning at night
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Indian Giver Or a Loan

She is gone, but where, but why?
Where does that leave me:
And why did she have to leave?
"What is the real word for Indian giver"?
You give someone something, and you take it back,
there has got to be a word for that.!

Because I know that those who they wrongly
call Indians wouldn't take a gift back.
So, I need that word that means
"gift giver and retriever".

Children are our gifts given to us by
God or so it has been said, and known! 

But since God took my child back,
She must have been on loan.

Because I don't know where she is-
But Kai-Kachelle, my daughter
is nowhere to be found.

She is gone, but where, but why?
She came, she saw, she conquered,
My guess. her job was done...

We miss her more and more each day:
As it has been two years nearing three.

I now overstand that God had loaned me,
A uniquely beautiful child:
After all, is said and done:

She was still Gods property ...
So, I live, I learn, I cry and hope...
To hold my gift again.

If I get another chance, to do things properly.
I will take better care of my gift;
and not treat her as mine alone.
Now knowing she was mine to care for
And a privilege of God’s loan.

Ahem Moment

Ever have that “ahem?” moment. nothing seems to go right;
though friends and family see your life tight, 
they don’t know your struggles, your sleepless night, 
the homicidal and suicidal demons you fight. 
From the outside all looks clear, 
you truly hold family and friends dear; 
your securities and stability engulfed in fear;  
it’s just sometimes to much to bear. 
You look to the heavens for guidance 
but in your mind so far the distance; 
you continue to fight your demons with resistance; 
in the end you pray the struggles will make a difference. 
“I’m only human why must it be so hard” you say, 
a daily question to your God you pray; 
silently screaming as on your face you lay 
those sleepless nights awaiting the dawn of day. 
Inside so emotional but outside chilly most, 
the you everyone sees truly a ghost; 
looking beyond self and this world to the Ivory Coast; 
to maintain the facade of your sanity at most. 
The world has changed not for the better, 
this has all been preordained down to the letter; 
the coldness can’t be bored with but a sweater; 
Questioning “why can’t they see” your tears stream wetter. 
I’ve been an old soul all my life, 
I overstand your struggles, your strife; 
the heart screams the cuts run deeper than any knife, 
there has got to be more than this to live this life.
Form:


Sunglasses

Why do you wear shades inside?
Is there something you're trying to hide?

There is no sunlight here
Only shade, so sun damage you shouldn't fear

If the light inside is too bright, say no more
I can easily flip the switch, and that's for sure

Tell me, why do you casually strut in a room with them on when big business is at hand?
Is it that you're resolute, omniscient, and abundant? Please help me to overstand.

Even when we're outside and the clouds are gray, you have them on
I'm a little confused, or maybe not; there is no sunlight. Come on, Son!

I heard eyes were the windows to the soul
We're inside, so why keep them covered? Has yours been sold?

My, my, I guess cool is just too cool
But wait, I thought again and realized I'm nobody's fool

What I Want From You

I want to kiss your lips so I want the right to you well I want the rights to both lips but I will 
only be kissing one,
I want to sex you when fall asleep together.
I want to just lay next to you with just my boxers on hugging you from behind with my hand 
over your side, I think this would make us more natural around each other, 
I want to overstand your mine so I can understand the way you think.
I want you to drop your shield down because I am no danger to you.
I want to know you more, 
I want to know you better because I want you to know me completely.
I want you to be warm on them cold, windy, wet dark nights,
I want you to know you’re loved, valued, appreciated, and respected when you leave your 
home door.
I want you to know the type of woman you are. And know you can help me be the man of 
today and tomorrow.
I want you to know you’re special. 


Tallan Bent © 01:02Hrs 06/08/08
Form:

Perso Que' Bassoons and Strangs

they are gonna try to find a way to relate it
to their lives
they are gonna try to overstand.
make something out of their interest in someone new.
thinking they're unloyal to what they spoke of as their interest.
keeping this uncertain and untrue. beyond the scope of realism, to break her lovers heart
she'll speak of this as his undoing: that she might be the only one to have a new strat.
they side with her that she's ah woman
and stand against his cause he's ah man.
they'll say it's best for people.
if they show her that they care.
but what best for lady, is often best for you.
sounds like try'na understand your own relationship.
tell me if that's true. have i: but this.

is it all that I am
so sweet the gesture
the intentions of this woman
man enough to show her
on me she can rely
but when I need a strong shoulder
she turns her head and rolls her eyes.
like evening in the rain
might the evenings bare
alone means you're single
by yourself with know one else to care
on him she relies
which then concuss bare
when he need her shoulder
he looks cause she don't care

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