There is more to life than Yesterday ......

Sometimes we find ourselves holding on to things. Not knowing exactly when to let go and move on. We can't always hold on to yesterday ...it will cause us to miss out on today.  Be blessed!  Leave your feedback/ comments. Part two coming soon. ~Taye 

"Yesterday "

Yesterday was all I had

So I cling to it

Remaining asleep 

Held captive by my own fear

A permanent seat

 viewing 

A reoccurring nightmare 

Tired of the same old thing

But I'm comfortable

If I could just move 

Maybe I could wake up

And this dream would be over

But I'm so comfortable 

This incubus has been going on for so long

Is there really anything else...

Most likely not

This may be something ill have to accept

Cause yesterday is all I have...

Then I woke up......

                    

        To be continued.........

Finding a Piece of Mind.......

In life, I think we all have things we have done that we are not proud of. I am no different from anyone else in the world. I'm thankful that I have picked up a habit of writing to let that shame out instead of  holding on to it. As Lauryn Hill says,"You gotta find your peace of mind." I found mine and I pray to God you find yours. Hope you enjoy reading this. God bless ya'll! Please leave your comments/feedback. Thanks

 Love ~ Taye

These Hands

My hands

Permanently stained

Once beautiful and brown

Now tainted

So I hide them ashamed

Water and soap can’t help

Tried so hard to use that to remove

The pain….or maybe as a cover

But the constant scrubbing

Only drives me insane…and still

After all that

The blood remains on those hands

Causing me to abstain from

Moving on in life

For the fear that I may touch

And stain somebody else

So I try to get high

As often as I can

From the ink of the pen

Thinking maybe this time

These hands might write

Some peace to cover the shame

These hands have caused.

"One 4 the Team"

"One 4 The Team"

How is it that the  person that 

knows your heart the best

Be the one to hurt it the most

As close as we are

I would think you would know  my desires

I made the team, but I never get to play

I feel like Lebron on the side lines

Truly capable of a championship

Yet…I’m benched

passed over again

and all I want is to see you…

us……win

All you gotta do

Is let me in

Sitting back watching you get hurt

Takes me from 0 to 10

Then again maybe it aint  time

But In due time

I know Your a baller in the game

So I won’t complain

I can only sit back and hope

To be a starter

On your team one day

My name is Taye....and I'm an Addict.....

Everybody has some sort of an addiction or another. Some drink, some smoke, over eat etc.  I had a moment to reflect and think about my own addictions. Outside of my Shoe addiction....lol I was inspired to write this poem, Leave your feed back and let me know about your addictions. Also, leave your feedback and comments on the poem below. Thanks for stopping by. God Bless ~Taye

"I'm an Addict"

I'm out of the delusional stage

No longer will I deny

My name is Taye and I

Am an addict...

Tonight as I here in my bed and cry

I realized I would give up

All I have for a small dose

Of what most take for granted

Some Love...

But not the kind you see on TV

The kind they sing about in those old song

You what made a man like Lenny breakdown

The kind that got Teddy P Inspired about

No doubt I'm an addict cause

at this Moment still trying to fund a way to get it

You would think the pain

From love in the past would make me forget it

But like a fiend without his heroine .....

I'm sick.....

Love is truly an influence

It's clear I can live without....

So I don't want to get clean...

Forever a love fiend ......

Inspired By..... Donald Goines

Love?.......or is this just a crush?......

I was asked, " Do you believe in Love at first sight?" I didn't know how to respond then. I took a moment and thought about it. After a while, I was able to come up with this for an answer. Let me know what you think. Leave you answer to the question. do you believe in love at first sight. Thanks for reading God bless. ~Taye


Sparked an interest at first glance
Stole my heart with your first words
Not even sure what I heard you say
Just wanted you to keep talking
Stumbling.....
Trying not to let my discombobulated
Mannerisms show
Can't help but let my thoughts
Shift to
What you like to do?......
How deep are you?.....
And what kinda music do you listen to?...
Now I'm just fishin
Still not paying attention
Engulfed in those eyes....
Them I realize
We have no ties
Your just saying
My shoe is untied...
Dang......

This for you.....just you......

Some poem speak for themselves. This happens to be one of those poems.  As Drake say "You know a lot of girls be...thinking my songs about them, but

This is not to get confused, this ones for you..."  Ok with that said....you...this is for you. Thanks for reading. Plead leave your feedback and comments. Thanks ~Taye

"The Unveiling"

You have succeeded 

Where others have failed

So my inhibitions

I'm willing to lay down

My vail

This box that was once preserved 

Is now reserved....

Just for you

So...

Please be gentle 

As you begin to unravel

My box.....

I'll leave a little bit open..

For you to peak in and view

Just want you to see

What you about to get into

Just know once you dig in

It's gonna get intense 

So in a sense.....ima drive you crazy

But don't be alarmed 

We about to have a moment of bliss

I know the way to a man heart is through his stomach

So have a taste of this

If you up for it.....come 

Lets seal it with a kiss...

The Downside of being a Super Woman

I am a Super Woman! I start my day of with yes I can, and yes I will! According to my calculations...I get 26 hours of work done in a 24 hour period. Lol  I see other Super Women around me on a daily basis. Sometimes we tend to get drowned out by "bad bitches" and the "ratchets". Not to demean any other women, but that's what society and sterol term types have labeled majority of black women. Anyway, I found myself writing these poems after becoming frustrated  from being stereotyped as an "average Tv Black women". Just because you see black angry women on tv...doesn't mean we all are. Some of us get up every morning and put all we have into the day to make a difference. Anyway...I'm just venting. I'll leave it here. Please leave your feedback and comments. Good Bless ~Taye

"Untitled "

I look upon a picture

She stands alone

She seems to be holding

everything In place

No smile on her face

Looks as if she is staring in space

Emotionally deprived she is

But the picture remains perfect

As the color on one side

Of the picture begins to fade

She shifts her position

Adding more weight on her

Shoulder….

Yet the picture remains perfect

I feel her pain

And  her  face  remains the same

But another color begins to run

As again another fades

She ducks, stretches &

Moves ....

never missing a beat

 This picture is so pretty

That bears a high cost 

That she carries everyday ....

 

I wish I could talk like that......

I found myself falling in Love with poetry again this week. I found some poetry by Ethridge Knight(one of my favorite poets) and Langston Hughes that I have never read before. Not only did I love the pieces I read..I felt my pen come alive. Normally I would share with you some life experience that I feel you should take away from the poem I wrote...unfortunately this week I don't.  Lol All I can say is I got my groove back with something I'm passionate about.  It gets me, high, horny and  drunk all at the same time.(I have never been high by the way...lol I am not saying its ok to do drugs. Just say no) anyway....lol these are my feelings after I read my favorite poets. I hope you guys enjoy. Please leave your feedback, comments or complaints. God Bless ~Taye

Speaking in Tongues 

What is this language that you speak to me?

So intoxicating

I find parts of me pulsating

t the sound of every other word

All caught up in you

And this new infatuation

I've found....

Becoming more  inebriated 

The more you speak in that tongue

I find it harder to continue

To try to keep the thought 

Of you going up my thigh

Or more 

I know it's wrong

But with words like that 

How can I say no

Just as I stand up to go

You spit another verse

It hits me like ammo

You struck me I'm down

Take..me...all of me

Put you inside of me

Let yourself release

So I spit that same language 

That ........poetry

Just a random thought.........

Random 

Does it make sense to continue to fill a glass

When there is an unquenchable thirst

Will it continue to be worth it

After the first thrill wears off

Is it Enough to drown out my past

Move me on to play on new turf

Or will I get sick

Cause I'm full from drinking this and that

body is full but soul unfulfilled

Still thinking .....yet I keep drinking

Getting a lesson

that was billed to the game

But I'm mentally sinking

Think I'm going insane

So i take another

drink to maintain

Stuck In a constant cycle

Wondering if ill be able to get out

And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us!

I love Whitney Houston! I'm sad that I liked her music while she was alive, but I never took the time to appreciate her words. "Your Love is My Love" a beautiful song, but it took her dying for me to actually pay attention to what she was saying. Her line "and the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us" how inspiring is that? For those who don't know what the Amistad or "la Amistad" is, I suggest you google it or watch the movie "Amistad". Lol

Anyway, once enslaved we as a people are still maintaining and archiving in 2012. My poem below demonstrates how mentally altering being beat down, we allow ourselves to be "captured" or "enslaved" . Be encouraged! Not only have my ancestors overcome, but my God overcame the world so we can all be free! Be blessed thanks for stoping by. Please comment or leave any suggestions that you may have. I would love to hear/ read your feedback. Thanks. ~Taye

“Untitled”

So we have fallen

But can we not get up

World got me believing I’m stuck

But I gotta look up

Sight hazy from “life’s pollen”

Looked lovely like a Daffodil

Lured by the sight & got stung by a Bee

Wasn’t expecting to feel such pain

Tried to hold it in, but that can drive you insane

They say every man sent to war

Comes back with some signs of it

Well I must be dirty, broken and fucked up

Many battle wounds

But I’m amongst a few

That declined life’s grave

Still standing

Demanding that I be released

From my chains

Yes I have fallen

But I have looked up

My chains were used to make me stand

Then broken on command as he said

“it is done”