Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Oh Jehovah! They'll be no broken hearts

her plea
please love don't look for me
with a new disguise
release and let me run away
just long enough to catch air
put a screech on these brakes
realizing this might be a mistake
took a wrong turn
about to get burn
you won't catch her a fire
she'll rain dance desire
player cock dealing
black hearts
wonder who stole yours
in his land of nod
if it was meant to be
let Obatala return to feed
nourishment that you need
piss on waiting around
in life's lost and found
i'm memphis bound
with no agenda
got rid of the scorn
capture the fray heart
shit... emotionally attach
snatch that energy back
and give it to someone else
want sex
go fuck it
want love
find it
you need it
all the world need is to bleed love
snap back bra straps
a glass of palm wine
with whole lot of do do wap

© 2010 Lepadah

© 2010 Lepadah

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


snapped photos
the Allegheny Mountains
massive dominate landscape
I can see the breath of God
pushing day into another place
rolling night carpet
I can't remember the last time
I cried
so tight I ripped the foiled cap
off a bottle of Jamison
a quick swig awe...
I shift mental gears
pushing forward to visions of you
swinging back on hinges of a swivel chair
fumbling for Westside Connection
turning Brooklyn loose
in these hills
we are lost
so we manufacture a suitable attire
cause niggas are not for hire
maintaining hood
questioning affirmative action
but here there is no real need
for college degrees
no corporate suits
winged tip shoes
your is yall...
with a drawl on all...
long hard sounds
that bite the ear
I stayed
finishing what I started
getting my back blown
while white girls in heat
for black meat
you know what I mean
they're men know
they wait quietly
inside monster trucks
bed sheets tucked away in tool boxes
for the perfect time
to run some nigger
who happen along
and be declared a road kill

© 2010 Lepadah

Monday, May 24, 2010

The nigga that moves me (Thirsty bitches)

your soul tortured
black at the core
because I scored
got between the sheets
held that niggas meat
rode it
mold it suck the tip
that tickled the clit
eliminate the hate
jealous demons dominate
taking your soul
consumed control
how sweet his taste
no liquids to waste
I swallow...
floating Jaheim
chilled in the air
lay counting each of his chest hairs
i know you want to taste
taste me
taste him
imagine hitting that skin
without a condom
you can't believe
how your mind nigga moves me
all over my body

© 2010 Lepadah

Sounds like a rap.

lou xx

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Lone Bitch ( A figurative poem)

in a very dark place
walks a lone bitch
struggling to stand
limping beside pups

on three instead of four
one foot mangled
torn off still bleeding
dare not collapsed for maggots invitation feeding

the steel claw
camouflage ditch
snatch the foot off the bitch
who will mend this open wound

the hunter who preyed
upon her aloneness
persuaded by the smell
meat runny raw red

knowing that bitch would come
pups beside
alone into the dark world
hungry and deceived

by the beast
the man
the hunter
grinning his yellowed slippery teeth

hanging out smoked mouth
a pink purplish tongue
that wound around to collect his spit
saying "gotcha."

he the devil to earthly hell
the beast
who stand on two feet
he the hunter

tearing out tiny pieces of bitches heart
thought his prey to be eaten
in this very dark world

the man
not bitch
bastard died

she the lone bitch
with only three legs
one mangled
alone torn heart
limping alone into darkness

© 2010 Lepadah

From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: May 24 10 12:06 AM


this is a moving piece of writing...

 and impressive



From: cumin (cumin)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: May 24 10 04:28 AM

Hard to explain.....but this poem of yours has haunted my mind for days ever since I first read it.
It was  almost unbearable to read and since to recall ....if that makes any sense to you.

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I don’t use stars. I enjoyed the read. Well writen. Take Care. huey

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Precious Pebbles

Precious Pebbles

all a yawn
that I am
a plastic card to swipe
might grant one entry
by permission only
could never confiscate custody
ones heart
though I am a droll
a spirited sage
I bless inspirations that come my way
crossing roads
infinite miles
life symphony
like a lonely lilac flower
amid a million dandelions
you the balance
to scales
I accept equal exchange
no loose pocket change
one falter
can simply deny affection
force attempt to gain possession to...
something rare

© 2010 Lepadah

From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)
Last Visit: May-18
Posts: 1480

To: lepadahxxx


' gain possession to...
something rare

hope you get possession of your


a wonderful read, thank you for sharing


From: trkyounger (trkyounger)
Last Visit: 10:41 AM

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: May 18 10 07:31 PM

Message: fire fire


Monday, May 17, 2010

Let Me See Your Hand

let me see your hand
i wanna hold it
it is cold and suspicious
still I wanna hold it
skinny suffering to the feel
still I wanna hold your hand
the hold
melted down a tense beginning
come walk with me
in this place
I am sure silent NBA
"no blacks allowed"
walking by a 1959 Cadillac
I remember the interior celadon
the chartreuse colored Pinto
blazing a confederate flag
tennessee plates
no apparent lynching mob today
short talk about the Grand Ole Opry
a tragedy
come let me take your hand
beside stand
I am quintessentially

© 2010 Lepadah

Pittsburgh the weekend

Traveled to Pittsburgh this weekend all in approximately an 18 hour road trip to and fro. Drove 30 miles to Washington, Pennsylvania a few miles you can reach West Virginia and Ohio so you know I was in the country deep with my quintessential man. I've been traveling like a maniac every weekend the propensity to hit the wide open road is remarkably liberating. There is so much to appreciate about our world we live in. The massive mountains, low valley's, breathtaking scenery a camera will not do the lush greenery of the trees, lilac flowers growing full, cows grazing in the pasturer, horses stepping peacefully justice. I really enjoy the company I am fortunate to be with . An independent, intelligent and strong black man who is utterly spoiling me mentally and otherwise. I'm a geek for witty intelligent people who push me further mentally with the skills of creative conversation that vary. My weekend started with a royal flush as follows went to work, returned home to prepare my exodus from the big apple. Packed my bag, showered a couple of quick winks the alarm set for midnight so I can arrive in Pittsburgh by noon Saturday. Timing every step down to the minute I was off on the road feeling like Jack Kerouac his book "On the Road." Travel is very addictive and I am hooked. I knew this would be my calling to run away to a tranquil place without distractions. So I arrived in Pittsburgh on time. A wonderful looking city and remarkably clean. Driving out to the hotel located in Washington, Pennsylvania nothing by Dodge 4x4's everywhere, the favorite head wear must be ten gallon cowboy hats and camouflage caps. Waffle house first stop could have did without their eggs and grits but the coffee was good. Back to the hotel to rest a bit. Before dining out at Red Robins we walked over to an outdoor car show a few steps away. I was a bit hesitant since we would be the only blacks here at the show. A definite NBA (no blacks allowed) after a nudging from my man we walked over to check it out. Vintage Corvettes, 1959 Cadillac with celadon interior and customize windows caught my eye I had to inquire about the authenticity of the interiors color, a 1950 pretty blue Dodge with a massive engine, 1951 Oldsmobile and a super hyped customize chartreuse colored Pinto. Some of the cars were decorated with the confederate flag blazing across windows and bumpers. Folks from Tennessee, Texas, Oklahoma, Kentucky, Missouri, Ohio, North Dakota, West Virginia was representing hard. Topping it all off was Barry White's music playing over the PA system. I had to laugh about that. Folks were pleasant no apparent lynching mob just quick howdy. short talk about the weather and stats on cars. All said I enjoyed myself. Till next time. Help keep America green.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Journey Back to the White House

the cold north winds
wrapping a chill around shoulders
standing in the valley
mountains above
a horse is running along the greyhound
a falling deer on the side of the road
pickup trucks
muddy wheels
barbed wire fences
country cows
barn yard whores
waiting for a new trucker
smell fresh pecolated coffee
I prepare to revisit the river
staying alone in the white house
bought a used CF Martin guitar
starting to stretch strings
pull guns & roses "Patience" to play
I wake wonderful
I am safe
no monsters beside me
no noise
just water trickling off the tin roof
finally home

© 2010 Lepadah

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Message

eggs scrambled soft
not hard
potatoes earth
not fabricated
women plenty
real with fatties
sex raw ritualistic loose
a dance
picked at the blackberries
pushing them gently to the side
eyes spy
what !
a smile broke across faces
morning ending the night
just like the first kiss
a tender wink
athirst my Sangomas
healing forest spirits I inherit
no exodus
a fugitive I remain lost inside you

© 2010 Lepadah

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From: SparkyDashforth (SparkyDashforth)

To: lepadahxxx

Posted: May 12 10 03:40 PM

Very nice! Highly interesting images and a very original work!.


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From: trkyounger (trkyounger)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: May 12 10 05:44 PM
Message: go girl.
great piece


From: davidsdoggydigby (DavidEast)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: May 13 10 03:20 PM

A different and unique write.The Zulu word "Sangomas'" (witchdoctors) struck out at me as I speak a bit of it myself.Did you mind me asking where you came across it? Thanks DDD.


  your poems are always different and intrigue me.  They seem to just be saying so much more than what the surface words say; there between the lines and phrases, in the shadows between words.


From:  (DOuellet)

To: lepadahxxx

Posted: May 13 10 05:11 PM
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Hey lepadahxxx*,

I like the rhythm and imagery in this. You make an interesting shift from morning to breakfast and then some forest images. One question: athirst my Sangomas?


From: davidsdoggydigby (DavidEast)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: May 13 10 04:18 PM

Here in Africa as in other parts a combination of the traditional healing and metaphysical can have some devastating results.

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Monday, May 10, 2010

Electric City Lackawanna Drive

burned through Electric City
down Lackawanna
sky bursting true blue
heaven billiards
God's cue stick shooting pockets for sunshine
breaking full clouds
while you play air piano
on the steering wheel
driving hard to follow monk
fist in my crotch
waiting to kiss the crown
liquid jewel flow
production creme
in between
sticky panties
floating to ohio players
"Sweet Sticky Thing"

© 2010 Lepadah

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Don't trip please (humor)

unzip pants
suck a dick
the tip
licking lip
deep throat down this mother fucking crown
jewel liquids flow
face a glow
good skin
side to side
up, down and around
i'm a nasty bitch
sick on the dick
anytime a nigger make the pussy creme
please don't trip

Good day everyone feeling green and frisky from the weekend. peace

Hopped aboard the Greyhound bound bus to Scranton via Williamsport P.A. with quintessential man. This man exudes so much confidence that shit is sexy as a mother fucker. He picked me up in Scranton on time and on point. Walking towards me with a grab to the ass, kiss on the lips off we went to our first stop the mall. He purchased some sneakers, took me for a spree @ bath and body. It was a brilliantly beautiful chilly Saturday but oh so perfect. Jumped into the car and headed to our destination the hotel. We arrived in town stopped by his man's place, check a liquidation, had coffee and raspberry tea at a quaint tea room. Finally ended the day into evening with dinner at Ruby Tuesday with his friend who came for a drink. Later after a nice long shower we prepared to watch the Mayweather and Mosely fight again on HBO. Instead the nigger grabbed me pulling my panties off. I like a take charge man leading me to the edge of the bed grabbing my hair with one hand and pow smacking that ass with the other. Shit I came so fast I surprised myself but I like that shit anyway. Choking me while fucking what... total turn on. What can I say mama's day was banging.

" I represent Queens, he was raised out in Brooklyn."

Like LL Cool J song

[LL Cool J]
It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny
Conventional methods of makin love kinda bore me
I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks off
Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft
I'm gonna call you Big Daddy and scream your name
Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain
[LL Cool J]
So what cha sayin, I get my swerve on, bring it live
Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tight
Mmm... daddy slow down your flow
Put it on me like G baby nice and slow
I need a rough neck nigga Mandingo in a sec
Who ain't afraid to pull my hair and spank me from the back
[LL Cool J]
No doubt, I'm the playa that you're talkin about
But do you really think that you can work it out
[LL Cool J]
I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out
Here comes the man of steel

WHAT... hot.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


our legs entwine into a twister
your hands run through my hair
morning play
before we end this day
so I got got
how do you know

is it the happy rejoice
in my voice

or by way I press tight into your chest
listening to your heart sing
or is it my plea
of baby come close
confidence in your reply
come get me

© 2010 Lepadah

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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Hudson River Line

Thoughts on the hudson river line

It is hot
Sunday afternoon
beads of sweat break loose a top my head
I crack a bottle of snapple
return to the city
with it's problems
it's madness
it's lighted beauty which comes alive at night
Broadway bright
the city where dreamers become a star
on 42nd street
it's sadness
the millions of us stacked on top of one another
you ain't my motherfucking brother
all smothered in our bricked cages
locked up for the night
no square feet to retreat
force other's to sleep in the street
some eat
other's starve
the rats eat
eat well
Camus was right

© 2010 Lepadah

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such a pleasure to come here an spot your nom de bring a different and interesting slant to this forum via your poems. so worth the read.

these lines stick with me:

''s sadness
the millions of us stacked on top of one another
you ain't my motherfucking brother
all smothered in our bricked cages
locked up for the night
no square feet to retreat...'


Monday, May 3, 2010

The big fight weekend I spent in White Plains. A great stay @ the Marriott Westchester peaceful and quite pleasant. My company was wonderful!!! I thought perhaps I might have to cancel our plans for a weekend away due to my sudden sickness which thank God only lasted for twelve hours which was too long. After medicating myself, a few visits to the porcelain God vomiting all that I ate the night before I was fine after while. I showered, packed my weekender bag and bounced. Called the taxi, off to 71st street subway to Grand Central. On my way to see the fight in White Plains. Q was waiting for me. We made some rounds about town. Stopped in to see some of his people @ the barbershop, purchase tickets for Mayweather & Mosley @ City Center theater and drove to the Marriott. I so wanted sugar shane to win, I'm a sucker for the underdog. There is something dignified about him I really like. I like Mayweather too even though he is cocky nothing wrong with that. Surprised at myself I had no wine or food the whole night because of my upset tummy. But the weekend was so cool. Before we checked out after waking up to some very good fucking, hit the shower, a little continental breakfast. A nice open the windows to the car pop in some classic Big Daddy Kane turned it up loud music and drive to Oakley's car wash on Central Avenue.

Splendid weekend.