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Homeboy Get Outta My Ear

I was really inspired to write this... sometimes feelings cannot be exhibited due to being at the wrong place at the wrong time - but I was feeling this. Enjoy!

Homeboy Get Outta My Ear

Damn,

The bass in your voice is

Paralyzin' my ears.

You are the Help Desk Techie and

I am the Brownsuga in cubicle world

That got connect-ed to you!

"Now... what is your Workstation ID number AGAIN?"

Oh lord! Please, not today -

A repeat offense AGAIN!

The vibration in that voice

Is causing a war between

My need to maintain

Some professionalism and

Throwing all caution

To the wind.

Let's just say I might get

Wrote up for my untamed discipline!

As I take deep shallow

Breathes between the

Delivery of your words

And calculated pauses.

"Uh...let's see Miss...

I'll try to unlock that password."

Nooo, just stop saying wrappin'

That voice around my ears,

'Cause You know yo' shit sounds sexy.

And I can feel your heat -

You grinnin' ear to ear,

Very aware of the position

You put me in, very aware Of the positions

I thought about being in.

"And your ticket number is..."

Says the voice of soft teasing and kind torture.

"Okay, I have it written down."

Says the brownsuga needing a cold shower..

More than she is needing her job at the moment.

by brownsugatou

Sunday, June 5, 2011 Posted in | "black poetry", Homeboy Get Outta My Ear, sexy voice | 0 Comments »

I Love Him, But I Don't Like Him Sometimes

This poem brings a smile to my face for various reasons. Its an oldie but goodie that I've never shared on this blog. It is dedicated to my good friend Cathy and her ex but the content is totally based on my past relationship from 7 years ago a.k.a. the baby daddy years hence the reference to 50's "Wanksta". One day Cathy and I were discussing relationships and she said "I love him but I don't like him sometimes." Yeah, she definitely quarterbacked this piece right here. Enjoy!

I LOVE HIM BUT I DON’T LIKE HIM SOMETIMES:

AN ODE TO CATHY AND JOE:

Witty, smart, handsome, ambitious, and passionate.

A mixture of thuggish, rugged, and smooth - now that’s cool.

A strong family man who loves his three seeds.

There’s some respect for the ex (mother of two seeds).

But he loves and cherishes the “next” (mother of one seed).

Like a God to his universe,

He works the hell out of his 9-5, child support always on time.

And he “dirt hustles” this hip hop shit for family and crew.

But it is he in this piece whose character is being juxtaposed…

And frankly, he can get on my fuckin’ nerves.

Spittin’ venom like Bush the Gangsta but comin’ out like 50’s wanksta.

As I second guess MY feelings, carrying the guilt like I’m doing wrong (?)

He’s the nut-scratchin’-drinkin’-milk-from-the-carton exhibit

At the museum of assholes.

And SOMETIMES his lovin’ can amount to

Two minutes of d**k rubbin’…

Inside my walls of pleasure, in and out like the motion of the ocean…

And, oooooooooooooohhhhh…

It’s like oooooooooooohhhhh…

And it’s all coming back to me now,

As I’m reminded of why I love him but I don’t like him sometimes.

brownsugatou

Saturday, October 9, 2010 Posted in | "black poetry", love hate relationships | 3 Comments »

For Joe N. Mays: L-O-V-E Arithmetic

*This piece was written earlier this evening

upon request...

The harder I love,

The dumber you get.

This is not rocket science,

But L-O-V-E

Arithmetic.

I didn’t divide me.

I uncovered my soul

And gave you

Two halves of me.

Do the math.

When I committed to our love,

I gave you one fourth faith,

One fourth honesty,

One fourth honor,

And one fourth trust.

But I nourished the

Whole of our being.

While you viciously

Widened the circumference

Of the hole in my heart.

Yep,

I was a sucker...

But now I’m doing the math.

Statistics indicate

That I should stay.

Although I’m expected to go

And make those numbers grow.

Part of my heart remembers

Half of the good years

And half of the great times.

Divided.

I sometimes long to

Be near you.

Caress you and

Kiss you

Softly until my body

Trembles at the thought of

Losing you.

Or losing it -

Exponential carnal desires

For your flesh?

No.

Instead of loving a part of you,

And hurting all of me,

I’m walking away from

The whole you -

Sadly, a part of me too.

Do the math.

The harder I loved,

The dumber you got - about love.

It wasn’t rocket science,

But L-O-V-E

Arithmetic.

brownsugatou

Friday, May 28, 2010 Posted in | "black poetry", black love poems, breaking up | 2 Comments »

Spoken Word Artist: Aireez DaRychuss

This "Warning" is coming all the way from St. Louis, but Aireez DaRychuss won't bite his tongue when it comes to a woman's worth. Don't say I didn't warn you... about the true honesty conveyed in these spoken word pieces!

What to find out more about Aireez DayRychuss? He's everywhere!
Contact Information:
e-mail - ad@thundagponline.com
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/rychuss
ReverbNation - http://www.reverbnation.com/rychuss
Website - http://www.rychusswurd.com/

Monday, February 15, 2010 Posted in | "black poetry", Aireez DaRychuss, live spoken word, spoken word, St. Louis | 0 Comments »

RUNNIN' IN THE YEAR 2020

Heart races.
I'm scared.
Breathing shortened.
Gone?
Nah, it's still there.

Thank God I'm me.
But afraid of what
YOU want, need, and think
I might be.

Pure hesitancy
I smell.
The joy and possible
Satisfaction I bring to you,
You inhale.

Still I'm runnin'.
Runnin' from a ball of emotions.
These chains of irrationality.
This weight of anxiety,
As I imagine me leave
My complacency.

But what if I walk with Him
And believe?

Increase my faith and
Supress my doubts?

Choke back these tears
And cuddle up with victory?

Focus on the amazing things
He sees in me?

Nothin'.
This poem hasn't happened yet.
'Cause I'm still runnin'.

Copyright 2009
C. Thomas
a.k.a. brownsugatou

Saturday, August 1, 2009 Posted in | "black poetry", black poets, brownsugatou | 0 Comments »

NON-POETIC POST: Two spoken word artists, poets, authors = one great show!

Check, check, check it out if you are near your computer and love the art of spoken word or poetry. Hey, maybe you'll decide to host your own show on Blog Talk Radio one day too. Pam Osbey is a spoken word artist, poet, author, enterpreneur, workshop facilitator, and hosts her own show "Literary Pizzazz" on Blog Talk Radio. You can visit her website, read her biography and check out her books at her webswite at Osbey Books.

Still celebrating National Poetry Month Pam Osbey will feature another great spoken word artist whom I've mentioned on my blog before, Christopher D. Sims a.k.a. UniverSouLove. I rock on to his underground classic, and it is underground, "1987". If you are a hip hop fan you can't help it. Check out his sounds at his myspace website. Below is the detailed information regarding the show. Remember you must register with Blog Talk Radio first, log in, and then call in if you have questions or comments. Peace and Blessings for now folks.

Blog Talk Radio Feature
Join UniverSouLove on
Pam Osbey's Blog Talk Radio Show
"Literary Pizzazz"
Monday, April 27th, 2009
8 p.m. Central Time
Call in number is: (646) 478-5460
8 pm Central Time

Pam Osbey's Blog Talk Radio

Monday, April 27, 2009 Posted in | "black poetry", african american poetry, Blog Talk Radio, National Poetry Month, Pam Osbey, spoken word, universoulove | 0 Comments »

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