INSOMNOLENCE.......

A poets nightmare,
is being a poet
Encounters of sleepless nights
Mind is set for 3am alarms
Don't you dare dream
Images of new pieces 
will wake you from your sleep
A good nights rest
probably from over consumption
of wines and writes
Frustration when consciousness
blocks during daytime
A headache,
is minds creative hangover
Production is less motivating through ink
Your creative juices running
are dry wells until you sleep
Red eyes are awards if you write at night
A nap, 
a minutes of rest that feels like hours
we call them, 
"Power naps"
Maybe,
Maybe I'll take on night job
Vamping is the new day time
Sun up, pens down
until later
when the moon appears
and the beast in me emerges
to write again......











~TNW

FORBEARANCE......

Help me sleep,
Let us..
pray before we lay
embrace this moment in natural state
Lets say each others name
and smile when hearing it in a different voice
Lets be each others comforter
Arms and legs tangled like roots from trees
body warmth of ecstasy
without piercing in connection
Just us holding still
like the air at midnight
Lets dream of holding each other
like the first time
and the last time
without letting go
Breathe in the scent of lotions
be aroused in our palms
touching smooth skins
enjoy the moonlight peeping through blinds
to highlight our caramel and mocha melanin
Sleep calmly
Sleep peacefully
Sleep with the consent
that God approves this moment
because
God approves us in love.

ADORATION.....

Why does love taste so good
but bad for the heart
ultimately leaving healthy feelings
in emotional vegetating states
its got to be written music
but B-flats on high notes
strum like strings on a guitars
with no words
I took love to be my many nights
through performance pieces
late night dream-mares
the closest moments of falling in love
is through my poems
fantasizing about a love that will never happen
Being my own Frankenstein of Mozart penmanship
composing symphonies of love lines
from out of sync composure's
Feelings and emotions are
bad mixes like
herbal tea's tainted with saccharine sweeteners
Flowers will bloom in black rose buds
beating organs
are cold musicals
and my casting calls for open positions
are ongoing vacancy announcements
that my hearts government
will not full time hire
just part contract for probationary positions
I wrote a love poem
still
it has no name
as always
love will never get a title
its just a object
focused from my pens objective
leaving this single pen
married to poetry......

STILL BIRTH

Pregnancy by a man who is not about nothing
who only likes doing nothing for a living
smoking and drinking is a given
How could you not know
that he is a disease
spreading his being through his DNA(Dumb Nigga Ass) genes
sticking you with 9 months of carrying his seed
You conceived his problems
and birth a new problem
name your baby problem
you didn't see that as problem
until he said there's a problem
cause when he looked at a baby
he said,
That's not my problem
Pass down from generation
to generation
to generation
See,
No matter how strict your mommy teachings
his father runs deep in his blood
what his father did
he will do
no cure for this madness
Heavens waters won't save this bad ass
He is meant to be aggression
Crying about the man, oppression
So saying being black
is the new slavery depression
making it out the hood, Hmm, good question
sounds more like a suggestion
but our hood keeps suppressing
Ghetto Street life has better lessons
Section 8 and project living
is way of living
check our street history session
See we are so hateful to ourselves
and only hate everyone else....if they doing better us
So these haters weapons of choice
kill a community funded by the hated community 
take out leadership and their voices
They will patiently wait
waiting for us to die off
mentally painting pictures in street conscious images
that "WE" can't succeed
that "WE" aren't meant to breathe
that "WE" are suppose to slaves in penitentiary
that we, 
Are the New Black in Orange
Freedom, Yo that song is boring
We can't be We
Cause We, keep living for I
and why
Selfishness is ignorance
We ain't just niggas
We're nigorant
Shouting out with passion,
"There's levels to this shit"
We born a nigga
die a nigga
and if we long enough
we poverty stricken for life my nigga
and we ain't black
we just nigga's,
put that on a application
being poor is an occupation
crime ain't a offense
its a defense for our situation
A reverse emancipation
dying on the streets
by another brutha's heat
is a true award of survival declaration
You dating thugs that hold drugs
over men holding degrees standing
you might date a suit and ties
only if his slacks are saggin
You trying to bread Kings while dating Jokers
Don't hail yourself Queen
if you are harboring un-royal seeds
letting any facebook male tweet you then poke ya
Learn the cause before the effects
So think about lady
Love ain't through sex
last time I check
our hearts beat in our chest
Use your mind
and stop blowing his mind
So in time
You, my Queen
Can change this plague
Only if you can birth lives willing to live
that aren't conceived "Still born dead'


~TNW

RESIDUAL VALUES

I'm a war against myself

when my prayers was answered by
An Angel
but Heaven and Hell both have Angels
and my angle, not quite right
plus a saint I ain't, sinner, I might
I just talk a spiritual walk
my spiritual sobriety barely walks in checkpoints
straight lines in blurred lines
curving lines through scripted paints...
taunted by lust, but I was taught to love 
after I taint 

I'm in war against myself

unleashing a demon of temptation
finding my dalmatian in fertile SINsation
I smell the taste of lust
You are here at the right time
with the wrong invitation
trying to make a good presentation
the seed of lies was planted
when I ask you to stay and
lay and, I prayed and on the prey
a plot for us to lay parallel
under covers we were playing
but you're saying "NO"
was mute to me
didn't know my acts was lost interest of mutiny
was a test of my restraint over strain
My pen is at pinnacle with my testi-monials
Trying to use my conscious advice of
"Its okay to say NO"
but my actions went Steve Martin
Two brains barely using their head
One thought to think with its head
the other, thought of using its head
Anxiously,
I false started on the play
illegal use of everything
made my kisses a seductive weapon
I knew all the time a brush kiss on shoulder blade
was a chain reaction
I knew that
wet pecks would raise sensors on neck
I was dead wrong for
holding you from behind
while being pressed against your behind
and throbbing in codes of "I want you"
in hand less blinds
I lost my mind
when I took your palms
and feathered your arousing
as if I was Ray Charles
and before I knew it
We wonder twin our sexual powers to form of
a "Ying and Yang" symbols
Turning into vultures in spread Eagles
my body was only suppose to be a comforter
but my manhood cross the lines, when it decided
to come for her
didn't see this outcome with her
until I income inside her
the damage was my butter worth
she laid in sighs of disappointment
her back towards me, said I failed the test
she slept with discuss of giving in
All she wanted was a warm presence
not a hot intrusion
that a man can lay with her in bed
and not bed her in conclusion
Take me for my mind
so I can wake up and write
a "He wants me for my mind" poem
instead
I gave her an idea
of writers block
with my pen
piercing her body as delivery
no endings but just getting ends see
and now
our friendship will never know the spoils
of having............"A TITLE"

~TNW

ACCIDENTAL PURPOSES

Time and time again
I anticipate are hug
turning into a kiss
No,
the approach of a hug
is really
an approach of kiss
every departure
seems,
closer 
than the last
Maybe, 
maybe my breath isn't right
maybe, she is waiting on me to lead
dayum
how long
how much longer 
do I wait to fulfill this curiousity
why can't we metals and magnets
This happening of interaction
by laws of magnetic forces
Hell lets just kiss
and Say Good bye
I'll be happy with a 5 sec kiss
I'll use my fingers
Hey, 
kiss me
I got the signal
Wait!
I got "Big Red"
kiss a little longer?
I swear, 
it will be all or nothing
I'm taking a risk
either you will respond with your lips
or you will respond with hand hits
We needs to kiss

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

AUTUMN TEARS

Hot tea steams to my window
brisk mist outside when wind blows
condensation fogs up glasses
I write this short poem until it fades
Green tea ginger, tickles my senses
my palette jumps in applause of soothing
I watch as the leaves wave in transformation
showing their best greens die colorfully to yellow, red and orange
falling to the Earth and blanketing green floors merging to brown
Autumn truly begins the season of love
the comfort of dawning fall dressings
Rain is merely dew drops falling at fast pace
Sun is hidden,
as it gives gray clouds, glowing whites in cotton
filling up this ocean blue ceilings
Today is only a reflection without mirrors
sound bites of my own speaking
A son's name from two passing fathers
my reminder,
that I am them mortally
until we live together again spiritually

LeRoy 3rd (Tre')

by TNW