ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am an artist living in NYC...most of my writing is for performance/spoken word, so keep that in mind as you read my work. [April 2009]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (33) Caged Fences (Poetry) How I feel sometimes... [161 words] Chocolate Fantasy (Poetry) Female response to Midnight Satin... [173 words] [Romance] Congratulation Night (Poetry) My feelings on the day after President Obama's historical election... [111 words] Creating Love To Make Love (Poetry) - [276 words] [Romance] Games 1 (Poetry) Back & Forth Dialogue between He and She [78 words] Games 2 (Poetry) Dialogue between another He & She! [66 words] Games 3 (Poetry) A bit more dialogue between "He" and "She." It's quite telling... [62 words] Happy Holidays (Poetry) I was feeling a bit sad over the holidays last year, then I saw the news...made me feel worse. [95 words] Help--Emergency (Poetry) A mix of The Beatles & A Different World, but still unique... [234 words] Hysterical Madness (Poetry) It is crazy what happens when you walk through these streets... [602 words] [Drama] Imani (Poetry) Just a quick little poem about faith. [68 words] [Spiritual] Midnight Satin (Poetry) I wrote this poem from a man's point of view. I was daydreaming about a story idea and this popped right into my head. [372 words] [Romance] Mood Swings (Poetry) - [77 words] No She Didn't (Poetry) Well, the piece speaks for itself... [180 words] Observations (Poetry) - [273 words] Passing Life (Poetry) Just a little something I wrote last year when I was feeling a bit sad... [164 words] Planned Lifehood (Poetry) Oh, if we could only choose the life we want to lead... [231 words] Rain On Me (Poetry) - [150 words] Rant 1 (Poetry) Just some poetic ranting... [427 words] Reconciling My Spirit (Poetry) Submitted for Dominique Morriseau's "50in50" series, with support from the Frank Silvera Writers' Workshop, this piece is about how I feel living in a Black body. [235 words] Smack-U 1 (Poetry) Haiku...but, with flava... [19 words] Smack-U 2 (Poetry) Another one... [20 words] Smack-U 3 (Poetry) Well, one more [24 words] Smack-U 4 (Poetry) Last one...I think! [24 words] Soul Mate...Let Me Be Your Man (Poetry) Response to Chocolate Fantasy... (must read Midnight Satin and Chocolate Fantasy prior to reading Soul Mate...) [528 words] [Romance] Taking Time (Poetry) - [367 words] [Erotic] That Word (Uncut) (Poetry) This is why you should never meet an Angry Black Woman...please, do not get offended. This is what runs through my mind for 3 seconds after I hear that word... [464 words] The Other Day (Poetry) Well, I was taking a stroll the other day... [169 words] Violated (Poetry) - [217 words] Walking Across The Triborough Bridge (Poetry) I do this sometimes when I need to think, or when I need peace of mind... [232 words] Watch Ur Back (Poetry) A little something I made up on the quick... [45 words] With Those Eyes (Poetry) I hate being followed and watched by people who judge me solely based on the color of my skin...this is my story! [91 words] You Feelin' Me (Poetry) - [170 words]
Missing You...To Chris Jina Kaye
Oh my God, has it really been almost 13 years
since I saw you smiling and laughing?
Has it really been almost 13 years
since I heard the huskiness of your baritone voice?
Has it really been almost 13 years
since I last had you in my arms and feeling nothing but bliss?
What happened on that night—
I will never forget…
You were not the same person I knew before.
I remember who you were…
Tall, lanky, yet athletic
With golden chocolate eyes
And the smoothest caramel skin.
You had the brain of Pac
But flowed like Biggie
With the charm if Billy Dee
But with the depth of Ossie Davis
A voice like James Earl
But with the realness of James Baldwin…
You won my heart.
You made me laugh and smile
You made me happy—
Even on my worst days.
And you loved me
For who I was
With all my warts and faults
You held compassion for me
You were my life.
But then you got caught…
Or caught up
In the life…
They snatched you from me:
Smack, crack, coke, weed, X and ‘shrooms
They turned you into a completely different person.
You became thus monster,
this beast,
this fiend.
I tried to hang with you,
But you could not hang with me.
So we parted on good terms,
still being friends,
But that still didn’t stop you
from becoming an addict.
That night, I remember so well.
The night you died.
It wasn’t from an overdose or withdrawal,
But your dealer had set you up…
and took you out!
I remember my cousin going after him…
I remember almost killing him—
the boy that took you away from me…
But I’ve just now realized
You took yourself away from me.
I can’t believe it’s been almost 13 years…
Since I last held you in my arms.
What you should know—what you must know,
is that I still love you…
and missing you.
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