Black book

It's hard to throw away the black book, but everyone in it is out of season.

Black Book

This poem was never about you

It's about day dreams

& indiscreet offerings

The slides of a satin pillow off course

 

A day break and dark dawn

Cheek to cheek we talked

And I pleasured to pitch the book

Of aquatic crooks that drunk

 

The mighty juice

Salubrious fruits in May

Comfortable in cold winters

Chivalry in the dark corners

 

Sounding spruce surrender

Serenaded by Soul Childs

Miles Davis when you slept

Luther's vocal veins

 

Wept the day's remains in -dross

Cancel the camera's karma

& can't keep count of the bount

Around Winters and down Springs

 

Abounding in Summer's drought

Some how it looks like Winter

There that black book remains

Can't curse the cold shoulder's chill

 

Thrills and appeals seem so surreal

Especially when the sun

Fakes the shiny appeal

Makes me think it's not real

 

Won't melt the snow

July you lie

I see snowflakes of pride

Deal with a paradox

 

Locked in a box till fall

Nah, I blow the dust off

My black book

En-close your information

 

Enjoy the rays till

My honor calls

Checking my complection

Feeling the truth

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ankhesen Mié]

The flow was IT. You've got a gift dear...now I'm all nervous about you reading my work. From the moment I read...

"Black Book
This poem was never about you
It's about day dreams
& indiscreet offerings
The slides of a satin pillow off course"

...I was hooked. Bro, for the love of God...friend some of my friends and let people see you! You've got something here and you can't keep it all to yourself.

[Lyrical Love]

I love your flow. The rhythm feels good to my spirit as I play through your soul!

[Water Blakmon]

Thank you!

[Tyler Bates]

Great job. Really an amazing piece of work. I can see you really know what your doing when it comes to writing. Keep it up.