Another Love Poem...ku

Truth is, I can’t stand you, sometimes
But that’s what I love about you, all the time
You love me like
Summer rain
Flooding my mind
So I get excited when a storm is coming
And I’m like, Love Rain Down On Me, (2X)
But, I despise you
Some days I have to get away
Cause if I see your face I’m gon’ say something that
Even Tide can’t take away
So I decide not to shout it out
Cause I love you
I love you, I do
U make my
inner chuckles
beat against my chest
awaiting freedom,
as smiles act as my
emancipation proclamation,
When I’m with you I’m free
I understand you and you me
That’s why we always pick fights
I got you tied up at about round three
Then we shake hands, throw up a peace
And know neither one of us was mad
We just agree to disagree,
Our minds are linked
I see that stupid look on your face
And know your very thought
And you return a look
Wondering how you got caught
C’mon now I know you too well
So stop playin’
Cause I can see us hand in hand
Til’ locks of wisdom start graying
And I still won’t be able to stand you
And I will love every bit of it
Lemme break it down like this
I won’t say how much I love you
No ruler could ever measure
I won’t say how long I’ll love you
There’s no time worthy
Of our pleasure
I don’t need to walk around
With your existence clutched tight like
I’m scared for your goodbyes
Cause yes I’ll plan for the future, but living for the right now
is consuming all my time
I do love different
Or maybe I just don’t take it as a game
But if I’m loving what I dislike
And can still love you just the same
Then I don’t need to write you love poetry
The poetry is in my ways
Got metaphors in my touch and similes on my face
Stanzas in my hugs and prose dance around my eyes
I’ll take you to your haiku and gives you 5-7-5 line
I’ll be your poem and you’ll be mine
Still reading that stupid look on your face
That I love so much….

© 2007 Prahduct. All Rights Reserved.

~*~Not Only Read.. but Listen..~*~ by Nique

There comes a time in life when sights are not only seen, but visualized..

Visualized meaning in definition real, true, a fact that can now be utilized..

My facts are real, soft spoken, and based on 20 years of life..

20 years of happiness, pain, truth, and never the less rights..

Within 3 years, I've had to witness one very close friend be laid to rest because of an accident..

Then, another friend lay hopelessly in a hospital bed in a comma from a heartattack..

Both in the age range of 16 to 19, and again, and again.. I ask..

Why is someone so close to so many people, so filled with love, taken away?

I think, I cry, and ponder on an answer, from day to day..

I was once told everything happens for a reason, and not to question "God".

So am I being selfish to ask "what is the reaons for all this..?"

I'm not quite sure, but I do know there's some thing included that I seem to miss..

I'm a long ways from being perfect, and I don't always understand..

But, I do know with a little help here, and there - I can!!

Not saying my tears will end, not saying my pain will be relieved..

Just hoping I can get through to my self and others..

So that the pain will not any longer make you feel as if you have to suffer..

Life is too short, unfortunately some people don't realize that until,

Until someone is 6ft under, or layed in a hospital bed on a breathing machine..

So, it's ok to have fun, as long as you make the right choices, and decisions..

Life before the end, at the beginning, NOT ONLY READ.. but LISTEN!!

~Nique #22 (July 1st, 2007)

Status Quo Ante Bellum/As It Was Before War...Ku

Status quo ante bellum
as it was before war
before hot steel ripped through times
that kept peace in place
before cannons sung a song
that had the earth rockin & provoked a sway
long time before hearts of soldiers laid
waiting on a change to come
Before we needed a reason to run
I remember those days
But sooner than not
Troubles came and they stayed
Put on my robe, sat in my favorite chair
And dared to move
So what am I to do?
I fight on
War playing through my mind
Like a matinee
Love lost somewhere in my buttery delight
Chewed somewhere in that last bite
And digested
Cause love can’t live here in the open
War won’t let it
So it survives belly deep
Only heard of as I sleep
Cause I dream love
And I love to dream
As it will be after war
Lived in times before the gun shot
Living in times that keep the gun hot
Preparing to live in times
When someone will blow the pistol cool
Until then the battle is not mine for the taking
But his who did the making
As it was before war
Status quo ante bellum
-Prahduct

(c) 2007

Jus' Bein' Understood by Nique #22

Everyday I have to face the facts that my mom doesn't trust me,
Being accused over and over by her of being a bad person that only she can see..
It's almost like not matter what I do she isn't happy for me,
IF I made all B's she'd think of a way to say I should have made a "A"..
IF I found a job and worked for my own money, she'd find a way to say "school is more important honey.."
For me it's just the facts that I would love for her to take the time & notice,
That sometimes it's possible that I do make the right choices,
Little does she know I put so much pressure on myself only to be the better person,
Wishing for once she'd just understand,
Therefore, there's plenty of times that I needed to talk,
Talk to the one main person that helps to get me through,
Some one that allows me to see the truth, and conquer the pain! My buddy "Ku,"
Although, there's more times than one I feel as IF I will cave in..
Unlike the red light that says STOP, I speed with evil force a lot..
I love my mom with all my heart, and only try to do all the right things,
But, sometimes it's almost as IF my right turns left and she's always upset..
But, paper to me is the key when it comes down to explanation,
My poetry partna and I are the poetic generation,
Who only in the end wants to be understood, whether the news is bad or good..

Verr Ginn....ku

Hello boys and girls my friends call me Verr for short of something my parents should be ashamed of
Anyways the last name’s Ginn so where do we begin,
Well some days it seems as if, I’m being pursued,
As if I’m rare, like almost unheard to be there
Treasure hunters, diligent seekers, yearning to become
My teacher, my first teacher
The one who will explore my language arts
And put me up on love making vocabulary
Teach me things, like don’t stop, and you make it hurt so good
Almost anxious to test my mathematics
And stats to make sure my number of climax
Is a prime number and my mean, mode and median,
Make beautiful averages, excellent consistencies,
And that the middle number is enough to look back on the past
But still look forward to the future just to ensure
there’s more left
Math can be difficult so they plead to be the one to inform me
That time is of the essence
So you never wanna get the sum too quick but not too slow
So, moving right on to a history lesson these educators seek to
Teach me just how experienced their history proves and that they’re more than
Capable to make the right moves in any love war.
Scientifically speaking, this is no experiment
But an excuse to test hypotheses that were right all along
So proceed to glove up, cause science can be messy
And with the right elements, the chemistry can be outta this world
Astrological talk of you’re a Gemini and Aquarius is mine so that means
Love is our sign, so let me explore
The love between your thighs, and it aint all about that
Gurrl let me make love to ya mind
I wanna be your first, I can take you their and back
Field trips, that’ll have u gone so long u gon need to pack a lunch sack
As a matter of fact, I can be your first and your last

Let me be your teacher
Reminding me of the fact that my status, is unusual
But special, so let’s make it special
Reminding me that students like me, are the best
To teach because we’re willing to learn.
Teacher’s pet perhaps, but I did nothing for the title
Get it I’ve done nothing for the title
So I automatically become honor roll material
I’m talking 4 point O
So still knocks are at my door like when are you gon let me know
If you wanna be my student, my love, my twenty fifth
But I can be your first, the one you won’t forget
A question so profound, almost knocks me down
Because I like school and all and math may not be my strong point but
U wanna be my first but I become 26th I do the math, the answer does not fit
I need to find my equal
So we can be classmates
I’ll sign your yearbook if you sign mine
Just another way to see the things
My own thoughts have led me in
Until the numbers add up
The name tag still says Verr Ginn.
Verr for short of something my parents should be ashamed of
Anyway the last name’s Ginn, so where do i begin?

All I Need....ku

All I need is a cup of poetry
Put it on the rocks
Add some sugar, make it sweet
I like my prose rich so add a little cream
Mix it all around and serve it to me

Me is my poetry and my poetry is me
I bleed prose, as my eyes fill with
Salty stanzas, better known as run on sentences
That run on down my cheeks in order to meet my lips
That soon direct them to my tongue
And they fly, they fly like lightning bugs
While some choose to swat and slap em on out the door
Others grab a jar saving it for later
Poke some holes let me breathe

Cause all I need is a bowl of poetry
Add a little salt
And cayenne for some sting
I like my prose rich so add me some beans
Stir it on up and serve it to me

Me, my mental state is poetry in motion
I’m comatose in a state of present
as my mental frequents foreign lands
That my body wouldn’t know how to interpret
As being real. My pen is the pilot and my ink,
Is nothing more than anxious passengers ready to land
Back on solid ground just to be assured
Gravity still exists, and the air down there is still sufficient

So just where is my pot of poetry
I’m getting a bit anxious
I want it rich, I want it sweet
Can I talk to the manager
Cause I will up and leave
If I can’t feed my mind with a heap of poetry

Poetry that has me
Wishing I shook hands with Langston
And shared lines with Hurston
In the heart of Harlem
With Cullen rehearsin’
Immersing in this verse and
Til my pens start bursting
Writing so much til the paper starts cursing
All I need is a bit of poetry,
At a table set for two,
Maybe even three.

©2007

Trapped...ku

When I think trapped I’m thinking
Cages, nets, and things like that
No pleasant place to be
Not a desirable destination by any means.

Held against will
Stripped of voice
Stolen from choice
Hopeless

But then I flip the script and start thinking like this
What if being trapped was a beautiful thing
Trapped not because I can’t escape
But because I rather remain

Trapped in your arms because I don’t want them to let go
Trapped in love because I wanna remain close
Stuck in like, cause there’s no other place
Can’t seem to escape this atmosphere,
Trapped in your space

Now trapped sounds like the place to be
Cause I’m trapped with you, trapped in being me
Being free, most definitely
Trapped in freedom, never planning on escape-ing

Being trapped can be very dangerous
Despite how good it sounds
Get trapped to soon, against your will
Now you looking for a way out
Being trapped takes time
A clear mind, and open eyes
Many traps are overflowing with deceit, bad intentions
destruction and lies

Take your time to wait before being lured into the trap
Look both ways,
grab a hand if u need it,
and have some eyes watchin’ ya back

Trap yourself in you, before in anyone else
Trapped in freedom
Trapped in love
Trapped in common sense
Trapped in self.

Ku
(c)2007

Resisting Lyfe by Nique

So, many people want to give up on life,
B/c of so many sacrifices and fights..
Although they fail to see, and believe,
That what doesn't kill you will make you better,
Some of the worst mistakes and stormiest weather..
But, do you ever have the right to resist life?
To by-pass the misery of all sight..
No; b/c obstacles will be there either way,
Even when you're lost w/o words to say..
So, it's rather pointless to conclude what may have just started,
Or return something back, that was just departed..
But, think into your future, and forget your past,
Therefore the good things brought through your path will last..
So, resisting life will be wrong in the end,
Which you will realize now or then..
And, all will be worked out,
Just as soon as you know what life is really all about..

Nique #22

Do You Have An Answer? by Nique

Before the sun rises,
Before the terrible cries..
Who is their to help,
Before the pain is felt..
No one realizes the unlawful facts,
So, what really does everyone lack?
Maybe the simple truth that no one cares,
Or is it that they don't care b/c of their fear..
Many are blinded b/c of this matter,
It's a new beginning, a new chapter..
The miseducated vision,
The clear view of a new decision..
Made invincible to anyone,
But, all is never finished til' done..
One may understand right vs. wrong,
Unfortunately, not understanding until one is gone..
The undefined worst conclusion,
Is that it really was all an illusion..
So, what happens when the sun sets,
Does anyone have an answer yet?

Nique #22

Therefore You Are...Ms. Ku

You are what you eat, or so they say,
So I drift off in another place as if that was the case
& land upon consumers who have become the consumed
Dined and wined so much that they're left with no room
And still wondering how their eating habits seem to be no secret
Wondering:Just how do they know my choice of menu without a chance to read it
Trying to cover up the flavors they savored
with a Junior Mint and Breath Saver
That only disappeared into those previous flavors much later
Consumed like fire,
not to mention the speck left in between those pearly whites
That act as a story and tell what was composed in each bite
Now I don't mean to be nosy, but I admit I'm quite observant
Peeped the crumb on their cheek
& the spill on their tee
Must of been really gettin down, got evidence on the sleeves
Now this has nothing to do with breakfast, lunch, or dinner
Or those "diet days" standing in line at the ice cream vendor, [hmm?]
This is simply a call to awareness
of just who you become
and we often eat on the go,
eat on the stop, eat on the run
unaware of those who feed off of us
and observe what we are and have potential to become
We are what we consume
As the days go and come
We may have not noticed it thus far
But you speak, breathe, live what you consume
Therefore YOU ARE.....

(c) 2007

Withdrawal....ku

Now this is no teary eyed, on my last cry,catch a kleenex,
wipe my eye type poem
Not a pity party for many, stomp on hearts of the exxes,
slash tires of the Lexus type poem,
No now that they're gone,
I'll rip their character to shreds,
and cut them down to half of what they used to be...
cause that just aint me
I'll just discuss, the things that live in the inner us, the inner me
I feel like i'm faced with a definite defeat
called comfort who got me thinking my name's on the seat &
I have a place for my feet and nothing will turn that opposite
But Comfort aint been so comfortable lately, I moved my feet and lost my seat
Like a life-size game of musical chairs, the music stopped, and i'm out of luck
But like words of the wiser, it ain't so hard, and each day gets better
For i am in rehab on a daily basis and gettin better every 24 hours
What's best for me doesn't always make my eyes glisten, my lip curl, and feet feel light, but it don't mean it aint right, so I'mma keep movin'
I'm in withdrawal, coming off a high that was doing nothing for me and definitley not benefiting anyone else
So there will be nights, when it calls my name
Tugs at my conscience,
And has me flat out buggin'
Trying to keep my sanity
and hold on to those last few moments of euphoria
tuck em under my pillow
slip a few in my sock
sit back and watch
cuz i'm not in control
& I'm glad i dont have to be
I've came in contact with kisses of opiates
and had hugs of hallucinagens
emotions of deppressants
enlightened by conversations of enhancements
so now what's left do
REHAB HERE I COME
as i withdraw
and i realize,
I am my biggest drug
I quit...
so may i please
have my certificate!
I have Withdrawn...

(c) 2Oo7 Ms. Ku

An Incredible Coach.. by Nique

She's very courageous, with a strong fight..
Never let's anything hold her back,
She always looks at life, through the light..
Susan Kay Yow is her name,
NC State Women's Basketball is her game..
In my eyes, she's like a hero..
Because, her fight is more than just basketball,
Did you know??
She's been fighting cancer on and off,
But, she goes hard and never soft..
Some things may get her down, like chemo,
May even have her weak and moving slow..
But, she's very strong and positive,
Never taking back, but known for the word "give"
For several years now, she and her team has
sponsored a game called "Hoops For Hope"
For breast cancer fighters, and survivers to know
there's more good than bad at the end of the rope..
So, somehow.. some way she never shows her pain,
One dedicated coach with 700+ wins, shows her fame..
Her fans honor her, for her incredible achievements,
It's the Wolfpack and cancer, that she represents..
Her team honors her, for her determination,
It's her players that combine "one heart-one mind" communication..
She's made a positive "don't break vow.."
And, that's a little about NC State Women's Basketball coach..
Susan Kay Yow!!!

Nique #22

The Disturbed Lover.. by Nique

She doesn't understand what goes wrong,
She never knows where the hurt comes from,
Surely, it's hard to face the facts - it last so long..
But, she constantly chooses to run..
It is the disturbed lover in her that seems lost,
She can't fight it even if she tried,
She trys to by-pass the opinions and go on,
But, no matter what she always cried..
She felt like a child being punished,
Felt like nothing, she could have explained,
Would not have forced somewhere a complain..
She had so much to get out and say,
But, yet saying was not to easy with no way..
She was blinded through the unfortunate matter,
Seeing was believing this love disaster..
She could not weld, fix, or mend it,
It was broken in half, finally split..
But, it was only the disturbed lover in her,
Only trust, honesty, and concern - she'd prefer..
Never occuring that it may just have been herself,
Maybe, she just couldn't love good enough,
Maybe, it was because her past was rough..
But, would those past feelings get her anywhere,
Would anyone be willing "to no matter what care?"

Nique #22

Freedom in My Mind....ku

Self-concious--I am
As my decisions are consumed by favor
like fire to paper
It burns inside
my mind,and sparks my opinions
Torches my ideas, Scorches my livin'
It's just the beginning & aint as
easy as poof be gone to become non-existin'
Tugs at my conscience, & taps my instinct
Makes second-guessin an option and forces a rethink
Sometimes i'm surprised by my own hesitation
Got me demanding a recount
Even though the numbers aren't tainted
Feelin like Pac thinkin all eyes on me
But in reality it all lies on me
From this day forward i propose a vow
Live life as i see fit directed by my own val--
Yous and yours, cannot map out my path
For this is a road trip for one, i might add
I got my bags packed and I can't stop yet
Freedom is in ones mind..
& I'm LOVIN' this new mind set

Ms. Ku (c) 2007

Missing Piece by Nique

Somewhere in my life there's a missing piece,
I've tried everything in my power for relief..
I've tried proving many points to replace it,
I've tried the crying thing and getting pissed..
Whether, I took the positive or negative way,
It still would hurt more and more everyday..
How it got lost, how it got taken..
Something I would never understand or know,
Something I could never correct or control..
In my heart, there's a missing part,
Never showed until the end, never in the start..
Feels like a little part, but really is half,
Whatever it is I know it is bad..
How did I get myself in such a bad situation,
How did we lose such a strong communication..
We showed and proved a great representation,
So good, so true anyone could have done an evaluation..
Now, in the end there is a missing piece,
Almost, like a missing item on a receipt..
The question is -- will it ever come back,
Will my life ever regain the lost track..
Will I have to crave, and be confused,
Will the love I want to show always be misused..
Does anyone know the answers??