Pen is mightier than the sword

Pen is mightier than the sword
Writing what I think, before I say it!

Saturday, December 28, 2013

WAITING ON HER

I wonder if she is waiting on me
like I'm waiting on her
I wonder if she is anxiously
waiting to sleep
so she can dream on us
or maybe she's starring at the moonlight

starring back at her
that moonlight being my eyes or her eyes
wishing on that star falling

Maybe it's my name she is calling
during the heat of passion
she probably see's me in visions
beyond the lust and deception 
I know I don't know you
never seen you
but some how
I know you are out there
You know, I'm out there
So hopefully I will see you and feel you again
I know right at this moment

somewhere
We both falling on our knees
asking for our messenger in prayer
So we continue these travels
confronting the wrong scenarios
chanting out loud to ourselves, "This is the one"
holding our hearts with feelings of "The search is over"
but our loves GPS indicators
don't ring alarms of "YOU'VE REACHED YOUR FINAL DESTINATION" 
and our occupation
living off loveless situations
that reaps no benefits or marital vacations
so I call off the love lost search
posting signs around every location saying
If you are reading this
yes you, 
the one I'm waiting on
and if you are reading this

the one's that are wondering why "he is still single"
for so long
I hope this poem answers your question
I hope, my words, are the answers.......for her
because I'm still here
praying

dreaming
needing
waiting
and preparing to receive you
No more will I sample
through dating examples
or look to every face as my potential
My mind will light up
My body will flare up
I will say yes then look up
and my soul will expose my spiritual
Because I'm waiting on her
The first and my last love
the one for all these years
I felt so much guilt for
because I thought my impatience
caused me to cheat on you
to replace you before your arrival
to think that life would marry me loneliness
so occupying my vacancies was a means of survival
I'm ready
patiently waiting
no need to rush for that one thing
that everything
because
somewhere out there, 
I'll find what I thought I found but with you
So if you ask me why I'm single
it's because
I'M WAITING ON HER, and 
SHE IS WAITING ON ME.....
We are patiently waiting on TRUE LOVE

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner


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Thursday, December 26, 2013

AMNESIA (of a short term mind)

I can't remember my poems
I'm, unable to focus to recite
I get memory lost on just the title alone
I struggle with haiku's,-
less than 17 syallbles
I pace back and forth
reading two lines at a time
until at least two lines in my mind
become two lines I can say in the blind
complicated,
so I decided to write shorter pieces
from memory
In my head, where I freestyle my creativity
but I can't remember
after reading it over and over
about 6 times now
dependency to reading
On my PDA, until vision becomes blurry
and then I worry
that one day,
I'll go blind and I
I will not be able to read my write
so why
can I
memorize my poems I write....

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner



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The "WRONG" poet, for love poems


I should never wrote a love poems
it's not that I have no experience-
or feelings to give towards writing love poems
I'm just not my love poems
or in love with my love poems

I can't give you the perfect love poem
with a happily ever after ending
I'm living the perfect writing
from imperfect poem I'm living 
I shouldn't wrote any love poems
I'm not really a poet that loves at all
it just sounds good on paper
My scribes, in the 8 lives my mind made up
without poems, I can't say I love you at all
I'm fading to black, or blues-
in the way I'm feeling
I see the applause from ya'll
I'm glad this writing is giving you proper healing

But.....
I shouldn't have picked up my pen
I should not have put imagination in what's written
I should not have reached this stage
and sound out feelings in the words I'm spittin
shouldn't made faces like I cared
or change my voice on certain lines
I should never closed my eyes
cause I was about to cry....
cry a river of written lies

But....
I should not write no more poems
especially those love poems
I'm the wrong poet for love poems
I'm the wrong love poem, by a poet
Why can't I
how can I
When will I
Stop.......writing love poems

~TNW(The "WRONG" poet)



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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

UNION, MISTAKE 2

I stand on trial with my heart
civil law suits from my mind and body
because, "WE" once again failed longevity
"WE", again fell in the quicksands of promises
"WE", wore the clothes of deceit and lies
"WE", committed to act alone for love 

without consulting our mind.
I stand by my hearts decision
so now I stand as my hearts witness
maybe there was a crime committed
maybe, we both acted on intentions
but we ignored the minds suspicions
that "THIS LOVE", was a lie from the beginning
my mind kept warning me of scenario one
how those images never healed
that my disappointments was never done
that every time I lose, 
it was my broken emotional mind that won
Scene two
then came you

parading around
as if love was your coat of armor
holding trust as a tool for battle
promises was the best poem you read to me
I never knew our love story was only six words in length
your hi boo's 
was haiku's that killed in full strength
all of sudden
the words: commitment, trust and love
disappeared in my thesaurus
only becoming a spoken word myth
where diagnoses could no longer detect my beating heart
I was pronounced heart dead,
while my brain kept me alive
with reminders of lost,
clouded shades on the right side of my head
how many times must a human being
be human at his own mistakes
my heart breaks was a common tour like New Edition
I wasn't praying on love, 
I was too busy hoping and wishing
conquered by my statements
the trial was hung jury
because every juror chosen 
were already hung emotions, my hanging emotions
of love once held by me..
Now I'm....
looking for the strength for a "PHASE THREE"
but it will take a lot convincing 
my sentencing to forever repenting
before I can open doors for love once again
that same love that will later take over me......

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner






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Monday, December 23, 2013

BREAKFAST IN BED

Breakfast for two
made of one
Entree includes
A main course of your love
double side order of kisses
one large order of hugs
Juices from the deepest wells
churned from the widest swells
cannibalistic feasting
buffets can be all days
taste great less filling
Served with service
naturally raised and uncooked until ready
Breakfast in bed
resurface for air
What's for lunch???
Undercover I disappear.........


By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner




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Sunday, December 22, 2013

FREEMAN

Loneliness has been one's occupancy
not to let closure set him free
to place love behind a wall of blockades
truly to be part of his fearful place
beat heart beat
beat once more for me
beat heart beat
beat to set me free
I found my release
discovered peace from a piece
the easy way out to my sanctuary
I identified love
through a kiss
the key, that set me free
the day I put loneliness in R.I.P.  

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner




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READ MY LIPS

I want to read you a poem
in lip sync
and your lips would be touching mines
while you're listening with closed eyes
decipher what I'm saying through moving lip syncs......
on yours something like kissing

but its me talking on your lips 
while I'm reciting
Each line read slow

then slower and much slower
heated with a winter-mint flow
repeating certain lines
until your smile on my lips, show
I want to read you a poem
with our eyes closed
our lips slightly touching
fingers inter-locking
clutching in squeezes

when that message means I want you
comes to surface....with lip movement
and lets be honest
I know you can read
so which lips would like me 
to sync on 
anyone can feel me and hear me breathe                                  
your lips can feel me......from my lips to your lips 
when reading lips on listening lips 
which lips can read my syncs on
can I twist words
mix up different languages
kissing you with period endings
and back spacing with my tongue
to a new beginning
I want to read you a poem
if only you will use your 5 senses
minus 1 while I'm reading you a poem

in lips syncs and touching lips
that says "I love you" I need you" 

"I want you now"in silence
If you can read my lips minus the kiss

I'll lip sync my poem without you opening your eyelids
SO read my lips

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner




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Thursday, December 12, 2013

COURTSHIPS, CHIVALRY, and COMMITMENT

Greeting you at your door
opening all doors
helping you when you seat
Standing up when you excuse yourself to leave
standing again when you return to your seat                           Walking on the outside, protecting you inside                                  is why I walk the curbside when we're walking                               in the streets
Calling just to say hi
Saying good night with a prayer on you and I
flowers for no reason, visibility for all seasons
educating her senses for all the right meanings
compliments with direct eye contact
hugs for memorable meets and departures
Listen to her thoughts
listen to her views                                                                    Listen to her heart
Listen, listen and listen
Mental notes of likes and dislikes
shows how much you pay attention
Share with her your environment
share your home of prayer
let her know she is a destiny to a goal
and even when death do you part
you'll be waiting on the other side for her to get there
This is only few things listed
purposely a few things missing
action speaks louder than words
where I stand, is my few things listed
It ain't dead, is what "ME" said
its just being upgraded,
downloaded
and ready for distribution and teaching
you can't get what you aren't looking for
let alone prepare yourself for receiving......
the three C's

What happen to
Introducing yourself properly
I mean with Government names
complimenting a woman
without eye gazing at her frame
When exchanging numbers was okay
and calling one day after, was the way
When did we stop being presentable bruthas-
on first date
Introducing yourself to her parents
was a mandate
Insuring her safety
before you left her place
leaving your "CONTACT" information or cell number
as a "Taking their daughter out" a gentlemens way
Dudes,
Are we in a race
why aren't we beside her
instead of walking steps in front of her
or slowly side stepping
to check the back of her
praising the ground she walks on
don't make you thirsty
showing your emotions for her
don't make you hungry
she just use to the opposite,
tough love from them thugs
which leaves her love starving
Show her a change in a man
that you raise your hand to God
towards a praying man
not for hands laying hits on a woman
hold her hand
make her a part of your goals
before she becomes part of your plans
These are just reminders
a real mans needs that's listed
Chivalry ain't dead
it's on foreheads, in font 23 saying
"Missing"
We can bring back those listings
they don't have to stay unlisted
this is part two of 3 C's
inspire her of what she has been missing..
Courtship, Chivalry and Commitment, coming from a chivalrous man, Where you can find TwistNWordz listed ........
~TNW


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IN A RACE

I'm in a race
not a political
or ethical type of race
It's not about a color line
or crossing a finish line
for ethnic race
not even recording my heart at pace
I'm in a race
to be on time
from being patient at times
when judgement and being opinionated
is ones leap towards faith
I'm in a race
for writing lines
without writing rhymes
recording all in my mind
on a stop watch without a face
I'm in a race
to promote common sense
over nonsense
while pretense is making a sentence
without me being sentence through a debate
I'm in race
moving fast in a slow pace
I'm in a race
in rush hour in slow hours
with plenty time to waist
I'm in a race
I'm in a race
I'm in a race
running up your reading time
cause in my race
I just tied up all your attention
without knotting up a lace
I'm in a race.
.......

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner



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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

SPOKEN WORLD TUESDAYS

I am
See I am

Tuesday Words Instantly Spoken N Worlds Overseeing-- Relevance Deciphering the speaking
thats TwistNWordz I be

but technically speaking
the Wordz that be twistn words but without Wordz
I just be just freestyle wordz like Mjg be Speaking
No cost when getting lost as I floss like boss
I mean floss like gums started bleeding from teething
We are the believe in when you see in
so don't be deceiving, when receiving this messenger unless you 
the believe it or not when I pause to my words 
give me moment......TwistNWordz needs a moment to start breathing 

and I became Spoken
I speaks when spoken too so be careful when you spoke what you speaks
trample words all over you while I'm running words all over you
you swear up down that this clown is wearing cleats
and I embrace defeat
I eat words like campbells alphabets in soup bowls
and my loop poles is my beats when art- a-chokes those
go against vegan beats destroying all ground beefs
bangin bass like the Helen Rose Project in my earphones

Then Came the WORLD

See Sivada Entertainment got me Cradle 2 The Grave
Da Luft is the truth, check menu for food
might I suggest the oysters or cat fish entree
Back to my intro to my flow
I'm not quite the heavy rotation
just a factor more like that subtraction equation
ITS ME AGAINST THE WORLD
like dark persuasion running from Caucasian
I'm lover not fighter
I leave that shyt to our fuck up nation
I write words 
that make love to the world
no need for confirmation 
and my word compensation
Is me concentrating
waiting
waiting for my turn
like the earth be equating
on hemispheric rotation
I rest my pen
giving entry to the next compilation  


TUESDAYS 

Where you can find me, find D
and Kei or Speaks
spilling new rhymes, from pouring artist
you can call us wiki leaks
Where we chose the chosen
and those chosen will reach ya
Where in bright lights
you see high lights
no spotlights, we only do features
leaders and teachers
the speaken to the spoken
the spoken turn Speakers
So look
try to understand me
Just listen

I come with the beginning with a bad ass ending
see I'm technically speaking wordz
I mean I am Words that is speaking
do ya'll hear me
bump it
I'm Tuesdays,
World Tuesdays
Spoken World Tuesdays
Twistnwordz
the other half of WORDZ SPEAKS


 


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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

IMAGINARY SIBLINGS by LeRoy Goetzendanner Jr.




I wish I had a brother
I would have been okay with a sister
not the loneliness of growing up alone

(laughter)
mom played with me
so I guess she was my sister some days
mom threw footballs,
some days she was my brother
Dad, 
was hard working
Dad, 
was the provider
Dad,
was militant
Dad,
had very little time to be.....
I....

I wish I had a brother
well I did,
under single lights
yeah,
the shadow on my wall
was the twin in light
We did the same things
at the same time.
but when the shadow was gone
so was my twin
I just wish I didn't grow up
alone.


LG Jr.





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Monday, December 2, 2013

EXPERIENCES......


You birthed with me
though you were here
before me
traveled through the right hands
of my family tree
the bean, the root and stalk
of my writing
I can't emphasize
How it was you that found me
An accidental meeting on purpose
a purpose with a higher serving
A delegated gift that was well deserving
even when I thought I wasn't worthy
I found love with you
define love through you
I made love out of you
lost love because of you
You are my winning
towards defeat
The reason I stay my lane
whenever my words are slurring

was times my pen strayed in cursive-
causing pen strokes to start swerving
Never knew I would have the nerve
to bend my mind, heart and soul into words
passing messages by the herds
as my brain made my nouns
and my tongue flips the verbs
I thank you
I can't tell you how much I thank you
how much I need you
for:
giving me life
saving my life
showing me the rights
teaching me how to write
you protected me from insanity
at some point,
made a man out of me
kept me on straight paths you see
help to censored my Navy profanity
Person
Of
Extreme
Talent
my delegation
the reason why connections in
the arts and social networks
are spiritually, a poetical congregation
and you
my bible and deity
this is an overdue Ode
to my only first love 

and that was with POETRY
The speaken to my spoken
My thoughts that continue thinking
my blood line 
are slurred lines
the reason my Ivy is full of inks
controlling my black and blue bleeding
thank you for the therapy
thank you for my poetry
thank you for choosing me
I am TwistNWordz
and I
I am a poetic junky......

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner





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Sunday, December 1, 2013

HEARTED ME 3......


I found love
on a three way leaf
So.....
I'm lucky in love
searching though a field of clovers
ignoring the rainbow
that may lead me to endless treasures
hands full of green
but not the colors of greed
hours in my search
Luck finally filled my thumb and index finger
My heart raced in discovery
I found my good luck clover
in shape of hearts in three's

I'm lucky in love....


By LeRoy TNW Goetzedanner


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HAZE


Defrosting frozen steams on windows
of our condensation breathing
from hours earlier
Where every breath was exhales
like cigarette smoke
without nicotine burning squinting eyes
Kisses so aggressive, its like
sexing though our mouths
Temptations, inviting us to go further
like my warm palms on your cups
and your hands massaging the inseams
where my branch lays
Parked in the parallels of nowhere
we continued to duel in tongues
as the Moons light beams heavier through 35% tint
my moans answering to your moans
where open mouths
leaves us diving to clamp on tongues
Over heated bodies
makes heated seats feel cold.Stopping wasn't part of the plan
neither was us kissing this long
We are stuck like skin to crazy glue
waiting for the magnet to demagnetize
these A and B metals
The longest kiss
yet
making love noises with heats and
touchy feely moments
Good thing the arm rest kept-
our gyrating bodies from connecting.
The courting went on,
until slow jam hours turned to hip hop mornings
Stopping wasn't part of the plan
but neither was the flash light from Park Policemen
We ended our entanglements
until I dropped you off
and we started again
"The long Kiss good night"
the evidence marked by HAZE.

By LeRoy TNW Goetzedanner 




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