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

Real

snapped photos
the Allegheny Mountains
massive dominate landscape
I can see the breath of God
blowing
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

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
shit
educate
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

The Lone Bitch ( A figurative poem)

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

alone
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
alone

the man
not bitch
bastard died

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



© 2010 Lepadah





From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)


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

this is a moving piece of writing...

 and impressive

respect,

sherrylynne



From: cumin (cumin)

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Posted: May 24 10 04:28 AM
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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

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
soul
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
you

© 2010 Lepadah




From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)
Last Visit: May-18
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To: lepadahxxx


lepa,

'....to gain possession to...
something rare
you....'

hope you get possession of your

rarity.....

a wonderful read, thank you for sharing

sherrylynne



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


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

Message:


....fire fire fire


Obatala

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
gripping
warmed
quickly
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
pleasantries
howdy
short talk about the Grand Ole Opry
a tragedy
weather
goodbye
come let me take your hand
beside stand
I am quintessentially
man


© 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.