Again and Again #poem

Again and Again

He’s so dope,
So kind
that I pray
to God for two lifetimes.
Two first kiss re-dos,
Two million and one I love yous.



A Thanksgiving Love Note: Love’s Blessing


Happy Thanksgiving!

with passion,



Like. Love. Lust. is a story told through prose, sonnets, narratives, and long-form stanzas, speak to the beauty in discovering each emotion, and battle with the complexities of their natural course, also known as human nature.


[SAMPLE ALERT] Book: Like. Love. Lust.

Enjoy this excerpt from my most recent release, a collection of passion-fy poetry entitled Like. Love. Lust.


With all my flaws,     I let him look.
Seeing the imperfections of time,
Wondering about the beauty of the future
And he       never blinked.
He was confident that the flaws he glared at
Were but the windows into the love he’d once dreamt of.
Willing to sacrifice the next moment of realism,
For a fantasy world         filled with wishful ecstasy.


Blank white book w/path

Available on

createspace-button  Amazon_logo  Amazon-buy-button

[POEM] Ode to Tupac Shakur


Young, gifted and black,
That was his acclaim.
A notion highly controversial for some,
But the facts still remain the same.

He was a vigorous spirit,
Unable to accept failure or defeat.
A new-age king with lyrical delivery both poetic and profound
Spiritually speaking from the streets.

Thug passion was more than just a tattoo or exotic drink,
It became a state of mind for a man moving,
A rose growing in front of a mirror.
That single rose that grew from the concrete.

And when he saw his reflection,
Black power covered him, even guiding his sight.
But seemed to get lost on sexism and coastal rivalries.
Rivalries that could be charged for the loss of his life.

I remember a single tear,
Falling at the sound of that news.
I never knew him personally,
But that still didn’t change that he was all that I knew.

He was a movement,
One that almost broke hip hop.
But that destruction would’ve been worth it.
Cause he would’ve built it back stronger than we every thought.

From the ashes arose a destiny,
Rumors entangled with living mystery.
Naw he’s not going to die. Not today.
His words breathe life into reality. Machiavelli.

So yeah, a bear does shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit,
Don’t you see?
There will always be truth and honor behind a plight as beautiful as his,
Imperfect and strong. Irreplaceable and Outspoken. A true living legacy.


Love, DNC