Anyone To Love

Is there anyone to love
It’s been too long since I’ve loved
Surrounded by all these people
And there’s no one for me to love
Missing a warm body to hold
Feelings and thoughts to attach to one’s soul
Is there anyone for me to love
It’s been too long since I’ve loved….

By: The Poet Q

Shelter

You are battered and bruised
Such a beautiful soul
Who dare do this to you
The world can be harsh some times
And shelter from those storms I can provide
Lean on my shoulder if you must and cry
Never feel like you have to travel alone
It’s such a harsh path to venture
Especially this far from home
I’ll provide the shelter so you can rest
Take the weight from your shoulders it’s taking a toll
Let peace help heal your soul
You haven’t slept in days
You’re safe here so please get some sleep
I’ll keep the wolves away you won’t hear a thing
Just remember if ever need be
I’ll be your shelter from this harsh world
A place you can find peace….

By: The Poet Q

Driving Myself Wild

Don’t you remember that window seat love
Driving myself wild falling in and out of love
Personality changing avoiding questions that require one to tap into emotions
Just going with the flow of the ocean
Closing my eyes to focus on the waves crashing around me
It feels mighty good to be this romantically hopeless
Can’t recall what inspired me to dabble in anti accompanied by depressants
But the mellow fluorescent lights are quite pleasant
No strings attached allows a reckless lifestyle with no stresses
Throwing away my curses and blessings
Just to escape what once was that window seat love
Cause I’m just driving myself wild if I continue to fall in and out of love….

The Routine by The Poet Q on SoundCloud

My latest spoken word project. The Routine shines light on the revolving door we seem to be stuck in. From Trayvon Martin to Micheal Brown and all the other victims of police brutality that we never hear about. We scream for justice but fall back into the same routine after a few weeks or months or whatever the time period might be, yet the problem still lingers and we fail time after time to bring solutions to the table and be the difference instead of screaming, yelling, protesting, and rioting about what’s wrong. History will continue to repeat itself if we continue to fail to learn from it.

http://soundcloud.com/thepoetq/the-routine

Forever

Forever never lasts that long
Thinking about the past
Wishing for a true forever can’t be wrong
Needing more than memories attached to once favorite love songs
Starry nights laying on the beach
Out to the heavens we use to reach
Wishing I could live in that forever
But forever never lasts that long
Maybe in the moment it’s picture perfect
Touching the soul like something on Sundays the pastor would preach
Forgetting to smile about once promises of forever
Cause forever wasn’t meant and never came to be
To focused on what could have, would have, or should have been done differently
To enjoy those moments that made forever more than just a sweet plausibility
So forever never lasts that long
Neither does the feelings in once favorite love songs
So forever only lasts forever in our memories….

By: The Poet Q

Let’s Just Face It

Lets just face it
The same as my words my education is basic
No ambitions, just a bird that’s flightless
Consistently intoxicated addicted to poisonous sensations
Lets just face it
On the outside looking in it looks amazing
But really I’m just good at pretending
A witty asshole stands perfect defenses
Lets just face it
As I navigate life effortlessly
I’m lost in an ocean of mixed drinks and feelings
Hoping that somebody would come save me
Lets just face it
For myself I hold no pity
And much less responsibility
Laughing at death knocking at my door
Staring out into the open wishing
That when I look at my reflection
I could just face the facts
And be at peace with the lack of good decisions….

By: The Poet Q

A Father To Me

I watched you so closely
Guidance you never provided
I learned from your actions
A hard working man
Hardly home providing for his family
That’s the type of man I dreamt to be
As the grey on your face became a little more noticeable
I began to think of you as a little less noble
Some hurtful things said out of anger
Glasses of Hennessy sitting on the table
Always filled the room with a slight aroma of danger
A few bad days led to you walking out many nights
Left me wondering which one of your vices would be your plight
Momma was hell bent on making you the villain
I was satisfied with having a father unlike many other children
It use to be when you spoke I listened
But I never said a word so problems arise
I hated you and everybody could see it in my eyes
Put it all on the table to the point I could barely see or breath
You said “son, I’ve only done what my father taught me”
“I love you and I can’t make up for the past but I appreciate everything you’ve taught me”
Those were the best words you ever said to me
Since then you’ve been more of a friend than anything
Putting to use everything you taught me
Thanks Dad, cause I know it wasn’t easy being a Father for me….

By: The Poet Q