Pen is mightier than the sword

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

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

WARNING LABELS

I thought I seen it all
heard and experienced everything
but there are things still missing
Not enough strobe lights
red flags,blues clues or
identifying mask with fine prints
and yes.....there's just
Too many REPRESENTATIVES
Where is the manual
that prepares you for all this
The common sense class in school that we skipped
The Quotes in the skies saying
"Mama said it would be days like this"

But mama didn't show me
daddy sad he told me
no one was there to hold me
when it all went down
Why don't men and woman come with
their own warning labels
instead of being that silent killer
that later comes around like....
the ones you hear from stories and fables
These individuals should come equipped with
and not excluded.......
Written in BIG dark black letters that saying things like this:
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING
That bitch is crazy

that nigga lazy and no good
shorty acts uptity
but still living in the hood
He got 6 kids and three baby mama's
with a baggage full of drama
He dresses in a suit
but sales drugs on the corner
She is a clepto
while flaunting new gear that's really your clothes
He professionalize in telling lies
She is damage goods
quiet girl, occupying stages, while going to the poles
in her hood
HE is a poet with good words 
and no actions
So he aint going to live by his own actions....just words
He thinks he is Gods gift to creation
She lying about a good loving man
but like Uncle Rukus in her bedroom

NO RELATIONS
He and She our bi-curious
He and she are unbalanced
one lives in laughter, other acts too dayum serious
She is OCD
but lets shit builds up for days
He lives in a corner of clutter
while instagraming pics of dressing good
on his page
He ain't nuttin but a carry out eating glutten
She is health food, mouth rude
mixed race little mutt and
She drives while texting
while he envisions other woman while sexing
She is the grammar police
He is the 5th grade flunky 
writing mispelled poems holding a college degree
He is the spiritual preacher

speaking Monday thru Saturday teacher
seated in back roles behind the features and leaders
when on Sunday he is in the pews
While She plays the sinner, the heathen winner
the drama, saving us from Eve
that you can find at 11pm on 11 news
Now I ask again
Where are the warning signs

see you got me
patting you down in hugs
searching for your warning labels
you know those 
invisible clearly visible fine lines
because no one
I mean no one
should have to find out
about the cause and effects
the long lasting side effects
which leads to WRECKS N EFFECTS
when beginning to walk in relationships
so before you make any type of attempts
come truthfully equipped
don't leave home without it
put it your pocket like a packing slip
and lets us see your

WARNING LABELS
 



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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

SECOND TURN....

I wish, I wish I can open my eyes to your eyes and get that feeling of butterflies the feeling I got when I saw you the first time
and no lie
I hope that our kiss is more than just an experiment so when we kiss
it can honor our curiosities in questions with answers that we still got that magical kiss
that makes these magnetic like lips
attract and kiss again
I can't help remembering how the color of our skins looked 
when wet and together when we embrace how our colors combined 
created a new race then after we embraced
we would stare face to face
while we danced and scrolled in taste
in tongues that is... I won't forget how your kisses tickled me in moans
causing are arms to hold strong
you prove to me kissing is all still appreciated that it can be done for hours and not always lead us to a bedroom situation So I can't wait I'm so excited that I can't wait 
to hold you again and say "hi" all over again and maybe shed a tear every day I'm here
let's get a few things clear

because....I'm excited,
kissing is what I love to do
all I need to know
are you ready,
for round two?

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner



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Monday, June 3, 2013

READ ME A POEM


Give me a poem
Give me a new poem
Give me your poem
I want your best poem
I would like to hear a poem

feel a poem be part of your poem
A poem that has not been wrote
your ventilation, that stops circulation
with heart stopping rhyme droppin
blood ink spilled spoken word flow
Let my ears be the eyes in front rows
to your parting lips
Let me hear your words in mental HD, cerebal 3D
Where poetry was once UHF to VHF on Black and White
Zeneth TV's
Now I know this request is a bit personal
and being that close doing poetry
can be a bit sensual
but I want a poem
your poem
only I, will be the first to hear
your poem, a new poem
Where your thoughts are breast feeding me
knowledge to new ideas
and I be the consumer

of your words
but I don't digest what I heard
my food for thought fest
I regurgitate the messages
 to feed other malnutrition ed minds
just believe me when I say
Inhale, my listening
Exhale, your poetry
Bring me closer to your world
Bring me closer through your words
My eyes are closed
closed to seeing your expressions with my impression
watch as my smile gives you applause
closed eyes squinting to that perfect metaphor
can you hear my heart beat increasing
every time you pause
lift me with delivery
control me with a body
message me with an ending
and read your poetry to me

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner



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Sunday, May 19, 2013

HAIKU's

"Haiku"

Child support system
consist of parent roles, don't
need a script to act.....#TNW

"Haiku"

Condoms on your love 
emotions get protection, 
but don't have feeling...#TNW

"Haiku"

When he's inside you-
raw, you'll feel the love, but get
infections by lust.....#TNW




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LOVE JONES

Me and Mrs Jones
We got a thang
going.....on

I got a love Jones for the love of poems
I love poems about love poems

them love poems that turn to lust poems
those verbal messages coming across
I get the point poems
erotic verbal usages, I call them word porn
but I wasn't born to write poems
so poems wrote me a poem
invaded cerebral subliminal doms
digitless, I tought my indigenous forms
my spirits didn't reach those religious forums
so I anti Christ my poetry
with Moses holding tablets in commandments
the first poems were bible scriptures
known as proverbs and psalms
thats why I got A love jones for loving poems
the normal to abnormal,and informal poems
the ones with delivery and messages
17 syllable haiku....known as Japanese poems
See I wrote the songs
I write poems that make the whole world sing poems
Poems came in a dream time
poems contacted me and my mind
like close encounters of the 3rd world time
its my 1st word in last word time
the noun and verb time
I recited my words on grail time
reading with gesturing hands
with closed eyes wide
So I and I 
that kind of guy
still reading from paper
in real word time
graduated to PDA
I upward my word rhymes
with endings that were pending
like ATM transactions
I'm ADH with my poetry
I called them multiple distractions
giving you half of me in poetry
so I deliver me in fractions
I read monologues in 3D/HD's
yeah, consider me close caption
I refuse to eat my own words
So I took a vow of word fasting
hunger pains plague my brain
I'm suffering from poetry contractions
I want spit poems, you can swallow
so poetically I be ejac-in
I see a disaster about to happen
spoken words transforming to rappin
So I drop the mic and leave the stage
and observe the next poet that comes after
ME

Venting poetry temporarily to indefinitely
until I can speak and hear
the mute and deaf in me
the fact is
I wanted to claim this artistry
through writings and blessings
Reality speaks
I'm POETRYover flowerty 
A poets poem without a spoken word beat
the fact of the matter
I didn't choose poetry, poetry chose me

We got a thang.....
going on

Love Jones


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Saturday, April 13, 2013

HONEY BEE.....12/30

A traveler of long distance
called upon by spring essence
a robber of the sweetness
to feed my habits while destroying beauty
HONEY BEE
I'm a love and a taker
my job is destiny in selfish needs
I taste every wild flower
licking from surface and what's beneath
A player in the garden
going from bush to bush
never putting claim on one
because they all belong to me
HONEY BEE
Every year untouched beauties
call on me with inviting scents
flying and landing from bud to bud
stealing honey with my endless licks
licks makes more honey appear
I get what I want
and quickly disappear
My habits is un-wanting
I never return to the same location
a thief with a hungry tongue
stealing a garden full honey
until I love that bud no more
and then I'm gone......HONEY BEE



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SPIT UR PEACE...TWIST

Got something on mind.........spit ur peace twist
There's things weighing on my heart^^^^
I'm not sure where I should start.....spit ur peace twist
can I share with you my art.........spit ur peace twist

See this was my problem
I was approached by a light in my dream
this light said I had rights for writes it seems
this light asked if I can be life of their team
this life was a pen, 
and this gift was given to me

My Second problem
I had no idea I could write in scribes
Never knew my brain possessed such
creation of poems inside
didn't realize when I was saying lines
I was giving stanzas in rhymes
So it never dawn to me 

when I was passing messages through statuses
those very messages being passed was saving some lives

Can I tell you whats on my mind...SUPT
putting talent in Sahra lounge....SUPT
becoming DC number spot for doing poetry
when I'm done with my piece will you remember me

Poetry is a birth defect
a gene past down to me
I didn't find poetry
poetry found me
poetry is in all of us and if you believe this
if poetry came to your dreams will you cease it
I live off food for thoughts,
so if messages aren't passed,
that food will get lost
and by any means these messages are less than it cost
I paint pictures through words
so my master pieces are pen strokes in arts
I'm passionate about writing
so I guess me and poems be making love
every piece is not a perfect size for me
its like Oj's hands in a small gloves

Got something my mine
Spit your piece twist
But hold up 

wait...
Welcome to our show
Sahra Hookah lounge is the place to go
Spoken world tuesday
Is where you find the flow
Wordspeaks is the host 

the dynamic duo
I thank you
For being here my friends with pens
special shouts to the guest

All my ladies and men
Its a blessing
That this path is open
Cause there hatin
They trying to close us
Like democrats on republicans
But we keep going
Dont stop wont stop
Poetry
Its mad Hot
We're hot above hot
So thank you everyone for coming
To our spot
Spoken World at sahra lounge.

SPOKEN WORLD
peace and I'm 

Inhale Experience, Exhale Poetry

and SPIT UR PEACE...









every piece
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