Quote of the Day for March 26th

"If love were an element, it would be fire. Though sometimes combustible, it usually takes a spark to begin; it will continue as long as the necessary elements are present, in a conducive manner. It can withstand inclement weather as well...but most importantly, all it takes is a single breath, no matter from who, to extinguish it."

-A. Lewis

Chew on that one...I haven't been posting too frequently, I apologize...been busy with an important speech...more on that later. :)

Quote of the Day for March 23rd

I know I'm a little late, and I haven't been posting much....I've had quite a bit on my mind. I'm good though. Here's a little food for thought, I know I haven't fed you in over a week. lol, :P

"The pretty girl may be the one you can't stop looking at, and the sexy girl may be the one you can't stop talking about, but the beautiful girl IS the one you can't stop thinking about."

-A. Lewis

A Poem: Echoes

Echoes...
All I hear are echoes...
The past, ever present
Presenting the future with the task
Of masking the grotesque face of pain
Dotted with warts of regret and shame,
Fame is but a vail,
A ploy used to confuse but to no avail,
This face stares me down
Despite efforts to rid myself of it.
It speaks, turning memories into cacophonies,
Echoing my past through my present...
Echoes...
All I hear are echoes...
They follow me,
Each echo a shovel
Digging through my current happiness
For past sadness; in the madness,
Repressed emotions
Undulate like waves in oceans
Creating highs and lows,
Remembering the "Hi's" and "No's"
Telling that ugly face 'bye' and 'go'
But it won't listen...
It cannot hear...
It can only elicit sounds
That go beyond all implicit bounds,
Permeating the present, no pressing pause
Bleeding away the happiness using sorrow as gauze
Unscrupulously pointing out past flaws
This face has just cause:
Speaking to your present,
Looking to your future
It may open wounds, but only so thought can be the suture
Yet it can be grotesque,
If that's the path you once chose
If Karma is a bitch, she is that face
And will make sure you rue your ways, using Echoes.

-A. Lewis

Quote from March 14th

"Peace is not peace that which is commenced through arbitration."

I'll have a quote for today shortly, I just forgot to post that one yesterday...think about it though.

-A. Lewis

Quote of the Day for "Friday the 13th" lol.

"The beauty in being misunderstood is the opportunity to see just how grotesque others' minds can be."

^ That's some food for thought for you. lol.

-A. Lewis

Quote from March 12th

I did a little shopping today...and I'm so thin I can LEGITIMATELY shop in the Boys section for Polos. lmao. But I have muscle! My abs are starting to show! I'm not 'see your ribs' thin though, for those wondering. lol.

"Struggles are Kudos from the universe, rewarding you for meeting the task of triumphing in life."

-A. Lewis

Quotes from March 11th...how does this come out of my mouth regularly? lol

"A sexy body is a body that you're comfortable with, not a body that someone else may consider sexy."

"Life without love is like vision without color; seeing is nice and all, but it's the colors that make it worthwhile, that make it exciting."

-A. Lewis

Just A Freestyle/Quote of the Day

Day 1 of Spring Break '09...so boring. This week is likely to be horrible, but at least it's a break.

Quote of the Day -

"A gentleman is rare for the simple fact that being one entails putting your pride aside and holding yourself to higher standard despite peer dissent."

In my immense boredom, I freestyled to the "Ignorant Shit" beat...this is what I came up with.

I look in the mirror at myself
And I wonder: Is anyone more deserving of wealth
I got the great ones in me, voice of MLK
If I started a revolution I’d be hailed as Che the next day
Malcolm X kind of way, of thinking,
Thorough Thoreau transcending to save the world from sinking
Singing the words of Marvin Gaye
While starving America of its pay
How do I do that you say? Say what I want
Do what I please , demeanor as calm as Gandhi’s
Bring the FCC to its knees, just to hear the pleas
Please stop, our kids believe in you
They don’t like the hate we leave in you,
I extricate the hate as though its shit and Taco Bell I last ate
It’s nothing but waste, I make it a paste, with George Washington Carver haste
And then I give them a taste, they see it’s just love, infused with the rhymes of those above
The poetic flow of ‘Pac, the ad libs of B.I.G., R.I.P. to Jam Master Jay Aaliyah and Left E-y-e
Be by me, and you will see why the, r-h-yme’s are so key
For they unlock the mind and reach the soul, like Buddha did as the story is told
And I unfold this lyrical tapestry, lyrical mastery, master the, art of reincarnation
The incarnation of Jesus, no I’m not that great, no one will ever be,
But that’s the way I feel about me, confidence see, comes from the greats
Inspiration, comes from the hate, that I made into a paste, gave y’all a taste
And so now I lace, up, another pair of kicks, like I’m Abraham Lincoln I’m emancipating this,
Profession, from the slavery of the mainstream, the main stream has trickled down to me
So George Washington I must be and be the first to lead the hip-hop community,
Great like Alexander, I won’t be biased and I won’t pander
All I will do is aggrandize like the British Empire did in their eyes
And it’s no lie, I’m so fly, like a kiwi bird should be, and would be if it could be
If you want, shoot me
That’s mere assassination, clear incineration, of the hip-hop nation
As it goes up in smoke, all you can do is choke,
On the anarchy, man spar me,
Oops I mean spare me, barely, enough order to rule fairly
Since Wayne’s leading the opposing faction, am I supposed to take action,
Or leave him be since I have L-u-p-e
Who might succeed me if I get treated like King Henry
I condemn the fakes, but much like the Bastille, their jail went up
Their sail went up, and now they coast the sea of success
Much less did I figure, but I figure too much
All of this such and such, the true hip-hop community is just starting
But now I’m done with this little thrill, call me John Winthrop I’m molding a city on a hill.

It's 6:30 on March the 7th, 2009/Quote of the Day

I have FINALLY caught up on my posts now. I may post some of my older material in the future, but 20 pieces is ENOUGH for now. lol. I will also have a "Quote of the Day" whenever I log into this, just to give you all a 'snack for thought.' lol. Enjoy what you read, and feedback would be lovely. Like I said in the bio thing, look me up on Facebook if you want to talk. Two fingers, one love.

“The farther you peer into your mind, the farther you’ll be able to see.”

-A. Lewis

A Profound Thought

Profound Thought for 10/20/08


We, as homosapiens, are all the same. However, we, as people, are all so very different. That is the variety of life. We must revel in this. Differences are the similarities that we all hold. By that I mean that we are all alike because we all face and live with differences. That being said, we must also take pride in how different we are. And that is where my status comes in. It says "I'm a bright person. And, to be honest, I want to illuminate some special young lady's life." There are many ways I could define myself, but I chose bright. In any case, I applied that to my life, more specifically my love life. I encourage you to do the same. It will give you a sense of purpose, and/or a sense of definition. For instance, my friend Madelyn is a brilliant person. Her smile shines and the things she does reflect that. And so she could say, "I'm a brilliant person. I plan on letting my brilliance shine throughout the world." Just find something about you that you like(that was very hard for me, so I hope it's easier for you), and apply it to this. My friend Tavin could say, "I'm a fresh guy. I would like to be some special young lady's Ziploc bag and keep her fresh." Lol, I could imagine him saying that. It's really a confidence builder(not for me, but hopefully for you), and I think it could help you readers. When you're feeling down, or a little low, just make up your own two sentences. I'm a ____ girl/guy. And I would like to ____________. I believe it could help you feel better. And like I said, for those of you searching for a purpose, and you missed the note I wrote about that, try this. It may give you something to aim for. As always, I'm just trying to help everyone enjoy their time here on this big, beautiful ball of mass we call Earth. I hope I helped. Thanks for your time.

-A. Lewis

A Poem: Wishes

Wishes – 11/17


I wish...
I wish I was thug
On 'the block,' around the clock,
Dumber than the rock,
That I'm trying to sell, just to hear a mother yell,
About her son dying, while I'm crying,
Because I can't afford J's and rims that spin 2 ways,
Things that prove I'm real, that no woman can make me feel
So I could think of you,
Think of you as just another ho
And not the girl I can't let go,
Let go of my heart,
You're holding it tight, holding it right,
I wish I was holding some white,
To get you addicted,
Like I am to you, I am to you
But a college boy, college toy,
Nothing or no one, no one
Understands how I wish,
I wish I were an athlete
So with other girls you had to compete,
Complete, me, no girl could,
But they would get the wood,
Then get chucked like the woodchuck would,
I'd chuck you if I could, but you're too good
I'd f*ck you if I could, that's what an athlete would,
Say, but there's no way, I could try to run a play
On you, though you could do it to me, because truly,
I'm completely in to you, there's nothing I can do
But if I were a rapper, and a girl made me catch feelings,
I could slap her, tell her to lick the rapper,
Have 'morning after' after 'morning after'
Pass her to the crew, let them do what they do,
Let her lack of self-respect accrue, make her think she's my boo,
Then ask her why have one when I could have more,
And they're better looking than you, have her paid by the crew,
Then be through,
Yes that's what I could do
But would you, want all that fame, nah,
You treasure who you are and your name,
Oh I wish I was the average black prettyboy
You'd love my clothes and looks,
Not care about me not hitting the books,
Think it's cute when I tell you to cook,
Shrug it off when other girls walk by and I look,
Believe I can do no wrong, believe I won't tell you so long,
Before long, you would be wrapped around my finger,
Thinking of me all the time like your favorite singer,
Then I take advantage of you, say I love you,
Just to 'love' you, say "no glove boo"
And just when you say "I put no one above you"
You find out that you're girl number two,
And that there's nothing you can do...

But don't believe those wishes,
Like a shooting star, I was shooting far,
Far off, just had to vent, my mind is spent,
So many thoughts, all for the bad,
Here's the wish I've really had:
In those situations, I made you want me
And that's because you won't see
That the wish that I really want to come true
Is you loving me the way I love you.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: What Can I Do For A Chance With You

What Can I Do For A Chance With You – 8/18


*words in brackets rhyme.

I see people holding {hands}
And I see [you]
They're walking around, deeply in {romance}
While you're walking with your [crew]
And I wonder what I could do for a {chance}...
What can I do for a chance with [you]?

Maybe I should approach you
By tapping you on your {rear}
Then telling you what I want to do to you
In your {ear.}
Maybe I should {ask}
"You fuckin'?"
Then call you a bitch and/or ho if you {pass.}
Or maybe I should simply grab you
Tell you I think you're "fine as {shit}."
Maybe then you'd think I was the best you could {get.}
If my shirt was longer than your {dress}
Maybe then I could {impress.}
Or if my hair was longer than {yours}
And years of smoking clogged up my {pores}
And I treated you and your friends like {whores}
While never opening {doors.}
Would sagging my pants do the {trick?}
I'm sure it would please you if I asked you "do you want this {dick.}"
Bad boys get the good {girls}
It would do me no good to compliment your {curls.}
Why pull out your {chair},When I could just not {care.}
Instead of me giving you a {massage}
I'm talking about a {menage}
And trying to get a new {Dodge.}
Why spend time with you
When I could go {ball}
And smoke [weed]
Then go to the {mall}
And see if I'm what other girls [need.]
What's the point of cuddling?
It's either you give me {head}Or we're heading to the {bed.}
I'm sure you would like those sexual {demands}
While answering {commands},
In fearing of getting {beat}
You're quivering in your {seat.}
I'm guessing I should already have kids
And should openly {cheat}
Since you don't like me now
As a college student who doesn't want to {beat.}
You don't like me as I am
But you like who I'll {be}
You know I'll have mone
yAnd might be known from {sea to sea.}
Since I can't get a {kiss},
Let me tell you {this}:

You may want a thug,
But that's not what you need;
Your hunger for a relationship
Is something only a real man can feed.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: True Romance

True Romance – 11/20


Since this is a female-oriented poem, here's something for the guys:
You can't think with your head,
Because there's more blood in your Head than your head,
It's like you're walking up to her braindead instead of brain-led.
*think about that one guys!*

True romance...
Every guy talks it, but few walk it
True romance,
Is not just a slow dance,
A slow dance of the minds,
Presenting her with flowers of all kinds,
Not just roses, nor just strking poses,
That's true romance, and no man's
Ever going to rapidly become a romantic,
Nor instantly become sycophantic,
You see true romance isn't frantic,
It's not "oh, maybe I should send some chocolate"
It's knowing in your heart her favorite box set
If you're not thinking out the box yet,
Then it isn't true, when it's true
You feel it all the way through
The bounce in your toes when you walk,
The sensitivity in your voice when you talk,
Her essence permeating every thought,
Until everything you know leads back,
Back to her, she is your sunrise and moonlight
Thoughts of her wake you up,
And soothe nights, smooth nights,
Are reserved for pimps,
For every girl you take to bed,
You whore out a piece of your heart,
That eventually becomes dead,
Such irony is one reason why,
True romance can never lie,
It's a bond like no other,
No other can tie you to another,
But it connects even deeper,
Not just brain to brain,
But heart to heart,
Heart to heart talks happen whenever you speak,
Your bodies don't have to be together every week,
No sight is required, as long as your minds speak,
He fell in love with who you are,
Not how you look, your mind had him shook,
And your body was just a benefit,
It's been a fit since the beginning,
And since the beginning, you've been amazed by it all,
Like when just thinking of that someone puts you at peace,
Piece by piece, you piece together
A togetherness, we all know no relationship is weather-less
But when it rains, there is a subsequent rainbow
Emerging through the clouds, declaring out loud,
That there is insurmountable love, that not even death is above,
For when one of you dies, the tears from the other's eyes,
Are a release of good-byes, as you await to join your lover in the skies,
In disguise, are a lot of these guys,
Guided by what's between the thighs rather than what's behind the eyes,
But when they realize,
That like sunrise, breaking through darkness with light
Your eyes, will see with love, through their plight,
You will become their F.L.I.G.H.T.,
And soon you will be subject to their hearts' might
For true romance is whole-hearted,
And they may call you cold-hearted,
But you're waiting for true romance,
Although you're offered hearts, you take no man's,
That's a very good way to live,
You save all you have to give,
For someone who would give his all to have, you.

-ATLthePoet

A Profound Thought

Profound Thought for 10/8/08


When we don't understand something, we ask those around us to break it down. Similarly, when a lot of stress is placed on us for reasons we don't understand, we break down. In both cases, breaking down can be helpful. As far as understanding something, we all know that making it simpler is very helpful. But I'm sure that the majority of you readers have never thought of breaking down as a person could be helpful. IT CAN BE. Do not be afraid to break down. It is simply your body's way of cleansing itself of all of the negative effects of stress. If you get it all out, you'll feel better. Trying to "keep trucking" is not always a good thing; it can mask your stress and allow it to eat at you. That's what drives people crazy and affects their emotional stability. When you feel you're at your breaking point, just find a little time to 'break.' Cry, scream, hit a wall(preferably not hard enough to break your hand), or whatever it is you do. Once you're done, assess things. Maybe you'll realize that you're stressing over nothing, or that you can handle it if you focus, or something else. Breaking down is just that; you are breaking down all of the stress in your body so that you may see clearly. So Bianca, since this note is for you, I'm asking you to set aside a little time and break down. Let it all out. And after you get done, assess everything you were stressed about, and see if it doesn't feel better and make more sense. It may even feel less stressful. Most importantly YOU are supposed to feel better. To all of you readers, just try this. If it doesn't work, I apologize. If it does, keep doing it. Thanks for your time. Much love everyone.

-A. Lewis

A Poem: Too Cool

Too Cool – 11/22


It may be in 40s outside
But that's warm to me,
It does no harm to me,
Because like Mr. West,
I'm living in the Coldest Winter
And there's an Icebox in my chest,
Through every rest,
It chills my spine,
Like a novel from R.L. Stine,
I walk around with Goosebumps
But there's no fear here, just sheer,
Sheer apathy,
Others walk around happily,
Kissing and hugging, loving and touching,
But I feel nothing,
A Robocop by Mr. West's standards
No more emotions, nor any romantic notions,
Just a body and a mind
Heartless, I've been this way for some time
Sometimes, people wonder how this happened,
For what reason does ice water run through my veins
I tell them all the same things,
That my heart was stolen, then broken,
And broken, I decided not to pick up the pieces
They were scattered, I was shattered,
Never had I felt such pain,
Never would I feel that way again,
I allowed the warmth of her love to open me up
And give her my heart,
Thinking I'd get her's in return, but I felt the burn,
Which I couldn't get over, and so I kept getting colder
Letting a cold hole build, the cold hole filled,
The void that was left,
The boy that was left, has become a cool young man
Chilled to the bone, chilling alone,
No longer feeling alone, for he has no feelings
Dealing with what was dealt,
Made him face the feelings that were felt,
And at that point all love was lost.
So now when young ladies ask to go out with me,
And wonder if they'll get played like a fool,
I simply reply no; I'm too cool.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: The Distance

The Distance – 8/13


There is a Distance...
A Distance that no single person can traverse
The farthest you can reach is halfway
Before you must reverse;
Unless there is another.
This other is just like you
Getting halfway is the best he/she can do
But the both of you must desire to meet in the middle.
The Distance is a treacherous bridge
Dangling precariously from ridge to ridge
Daring us all to play it's dangerous game.
For those who win,
A joyous time will begin
And if they are loving enough
It will not end.
Their victory is that of Cupid's delight
When they meet in the middle
He allows for them to take flight.
But for those who suffer defeat
There is nothing but pain and sadness
Anguish and despair
And even bouts of madness.
To fall into the pit below the Distance
Is to fall into fate's hands
And face her wrath
Her punishment is difficult to conceive
You won't know what you'll receive
And it cannot be figured out by math.
I know this, because I am a journeyman.
I keep going to the halfway point
But my desire is never joint.
It's always just me.
I can't make another do this
I keep subjecting myself to fate
This must sound careless.
To plunge again and again
Knowing full well that I'll just be a friend
Feels like I'm being punished for having sinned.
But I keep holding out hope
That these dealings with fate will lead me
Lead me to that person
That one person that will meet me halfway
And continue tomorrow
What started today
That one person that crosses,
Crosses with no resistance;
The one who will go the Distance.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: My First Cut

My First Cut – 9/8


They say your first cut is the deepest...
All I wanted was to be yours.
That was all.
I tried and tried
But in the end,
I cried and cried.
That was pain...
Pain beyond measure
And thinking of you
Was my only pleasure
You made it clear
That I need not have any fear
Because I never had a chance
To make you my dear
And so, all I did was for not.
I came out of my shell
Just for you to shoot my feelings to Hell.
Although I never had a chance
I dreamt of romance
And even thought about learning to dance...
...for you.
You changed me.
I put my heart out there for you to take
Yet it felt like I was burned at the stake
I made the mistake
Of not safeguarding myself from heartbreak
And paid the price.
I thought I could win you over
But there was something you couldn't get past
I thought it was insignificant
But you put it on blast.
It mattered to you more...more...
More than my feelings...
You stripped me to the core
But then left the peelings.
This may seem out of proportion to you
But it wasn't to me
You were the first girl
That I ever really wanted to want me.
You said you couldn't
Which cut so deep
All I could do
Was sit around and weep.
You really turned on my heart
Before you, I never felt so strongly
And after you, I've never felt so lonely.
You're somewhere happy
While I'm feeling like shit
I wish we were magnetic
So maybe now we could click.

-ATLthePoet

A Profound Thought

Profound Thought for 9/29/08


In this world, many people search for a purpose in life. This is not necessary! What you do on this earth defines your purpose in life. I highly doubt that Martin Luther King Jr. started reciting speeches in elementary school to prepare for the Speech at Washington. It's just that as time went on, he felt so strongly about what was going on that he had the feeling he needed to do something. He then realized that the skills he learned at the pulpit could help him on the proverbial soapbox, and he pursued it from there. I do not believe in predetermination. I believe we all have the power to change the world we live in, but it's a matter of passion, drive, and determination. Gandhi was determined to fight oppression through nonviolence. Through passion, he bolstered his ideas and was a stalwart man of nonviolence. He had the drive to mine his own salt, despite the problems he faced. Did he grow up thinking the only thing he would do in life is lead his nation? I doubt it. He might have wanted to do it, but I don't think he knew for a fact it would happen. So to all of you reading this, just let your passions, drive, and determination lead you to your purpose in life. If you don't have one yet, don't worry about it. Some don't find it until they are near death, but they still accomplish it. I'll leave you with this: Don't look for a purpose in life; just lead a purposeful life. Good day.

-A. Lewis

A Profound Thought

Profound Thought for 9/22/08


*I'm not a religious extremist or anything. I'm saying this from a non-churchgoer point of view* Don't count your blessings. You're just selling yourself short. For those who count their blessings, they lose the true essence of what its all about. There is no point in keeping track by saying "There's a blessing, there's a blessing, there's one...." etc. In doing that you are not opening yourself to being graced by the blessing. When you simply acknowledge it, and revel in it, you find yourself happy and blissful, knowing that someone or something somewhere is looking out for you. In short, counting a blessing takes the luster off of it, if you catch my drift. Just enjoy what comes to you. Don't go off singling out each blessing; rather, accept them all and be happy knowing that you're a blessed individual. Luck comes and goes, and good fortune can only last so long; a blessing can change your life.

-A. Lewis

A Poem: Muse-ical

Muse-ical – 11/14


You are a melody,
A composition that no art,
Not Mozart, could ever produce
ProTools couldn't digitize it,
FruityLoops couldn't simplify it,
You exemplify it, with how beautfiul you are
Beautiful new star, in my sky, my eye
You have, you caught it,
Your melody, I sought it,
I was no longer content with my bassline
I didn't hit you with a base line, I spoke from the heart,
From the start, and you strung my heart,
Playing your song, and now it plays all day long,
I'll stay gone, if I'm lost in love with you,
Your sounds of love will do, combining with mine
To make soundtracks of happiness and affection,
Each track selection, displaying some quality we share
The snare, bass, and cymbals become symbols of,
Our heartbeats, rhythmically in-tune, tune in
To my mind, you'll hear that I mined my mind, to find
The best of me to give to you, I live to do,
Whatever it takes to keep your melody playing,
As it intrigues and soothes, yet makes me make moves,
And makes me so blissful, though before you,
My songs were dismal, even abyssmal,
So please, my melody, let us make music,
And orchestrate love for eternity.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: Lust{Trust}Love

Lust{Trust}Love – 11/14


If you're a man...
And you cannot be trusted,
No nut should be busted,
Or however you put it, you shouldn't put it,
In, out of lust, when out of trust,
For trust is all you have,
It's your word and your manhood,
Your manhood isn't damn good,
If you're too damn hood, to
Love and make love, instead of take love,
And fake love to rape love, at that point you make love,
Simply a fertilizer, for you the womanizer, to use,
Then you go and get a hoe, make it confused,
Plant your seed then leave it used, possibly abused,
Then you go to the next farm and do the same,
Thinking there's no harm in the game,
Since you have cheat codes to cheat hoes with cheap gold,
What a cheap goal.
Without trust all you'll ever have is lust, trust,
That when you find one makes you care,
You'll say "well this isn't fair, why can't I fare well,
Why did she bid me farewell?"
Trust is one of the building blocks of love,
Without it, love can't stand, it will crumble and fall,
As you stumble and fall, over your words,
You realize that your sentences have sentenced you,
Your actions have distanced you, placing you in love jail,
Like love hell, your heart burns and yearns,
But this is how one learns:
You may use love for lust, but you will always lust for love.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: Love, Untitled

Love, Untitled – 11/14


Never have I been in love
But I defend love, to the end, love
May be blind, but that's fine,
It's to make you think with your heart,
And see with your mind,
Any kind
Of guy can catch an eye,
But very few can capture your mind,
Mine, is waiting to be intertwined,
With the mind of a lover who's mine,
Not as in posession, but by natural selection
As nature picks me, to live and love gently,
I'm a gent see, a rarity, bringing clarity
To the parity of the average black male,
Average tale, is that "Oh I'm not the same"
"I won't run game," then he does it,
Putting the rest of us to shame,
Too lame
Are those guys, with those lies, they chose thighs
Over what's behind those eyes,
Those flies
Simply pester, not knowing they sequester,
Proving guys like me to be better, and I bet her
Mind would rather be intrigued,
Than filled with thoughts of an unplanned seed,
Or of always smelling like weed,
But I'd lose that bet, love hasn't agreed with me yet,
Yet I continue this fervent defense,
Although in a sense, my innocense, needs a fence
Because I get hurt by wearing my heart on my sleeve,
A place it won't leave, please believe, if I could conceive
A way to guard myself, I would, but at heart I'm good,
So I see nothing wrong, with keeping my chastity for a long,
Long time, for a long time, I thought love didn't love me,
But in honesty, love, I love thee, this love sea,
My ever churning emotional tempest, the best,
Of me, the world has yet to see, because you see,
Love, isn't something I need,
It's something I bleed.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: Her Name: Jigsaw

Her Name: Jigsaw – 8/13


It was a beautiful summer day
And I was in awe
I saw the most beautiful woman
Her friends jokingly called her Jigsaw.

I pondered this name
But had nothing from which to draw
I had had enough of the thinking
I needed to talk to Jigsaw.

We met, and talked
And told me she liked her food raw
So we went to a sushi bar
And I got to know Jigsaw.

We began to date
And she showed not a flaw
I was really falling for her
But still didn't know why she was called Jigsaw.

She wasn't puzzling
And happened to be a southpaw
I was becoming more in love with
And more curious about: Jigsaw.

After I said "I love you"
And she said the same
Very soon after that
Did Jigsaw begin to change.

She was no longer sweet
And a lover no more
She trampled my heart with her feet.

She wasn't my honey
And cheated on me daily
She even took my money.

When I said "I love you"
She didn't care
And said "Well, I don't love you."

She broke up with me
After I gave her my all
And introduced her to my family.

Needless to say, I was crushed
My heart let out cries that couldn't be hushed.

When it was all said and done
The pieces of my heart totaled 1,001.

And then I understood.

My heart was left as a puzzle; a Jigsaw puzzle, featuring many fragments that I would spend months piecing back together.

She did this to every man she dated, getting the best out of him, then breaking him down to absolutely nothing, earning her the name: Jigsaw.

-ATLthePoet

A Profound Thought

Profound Thought for 9/18 /08


If your glass is half empty, that's all you will ever have. You believe that that is what you have, and that it is all that you have to work with and enjoy, until the glass is empty. Conversely, if your glass is half full, you will always reach for the other half. Your desire for the other half is your drive, your passion to succeed. You won't stop until you have a full glass of happiness, rather than an empty glass of misery. To all of you readers out there, just be optimistic about everything. Optimism has made my life SO much better since I started focusing on it a few years back. Believe there's a silver lining to everything, good or bad, and find it. It will enrich your experiences. Much love to everyone.

-A. Lewis

A Poem: F.L.I.G.H.T. (Female Lending Inspiration to a Gentleman's Heavy Thought)

F.L.I.G.H.T.(Female Lending Inspiration to a Gentleman’s Heavy Thought) – 11/10


I can't think straight...
For my mind is running around your curves
And I bend these curves at lightspeed
Because like Speed
You get me high, "hi
How are you" is how I got your attention
A tension is building
Building between you and I
Because between U and I
There is only one letter that matters
And that is N
Because I am in, to you
And from N to U
The letter that matters is O
I say Oh when I see you
Oh these girls want to be you
I need to add O's to my check
So I'll have more O's than prime numbers
You are my prime number, one
My one interest
To interest you,
I cut myself in two
Divided by the five times we've spoken
Cubed the remainder
What I boxed up remained her...
Friend I guess,
I hope I'm her friend, more or less
More would be nice
Less would be heartbreak twice
Twice have I broken my heart by caring from the start
But it would have broken my heart not to start,
So it was inevitable, not equitable
For the only fairness in the equation
Is your beauty's persuasion, of my affection
For it isn't picky, it picked me, and now picks me
Like I am some loving afro for it to play with
You are the one I want to stay with, yes the one
Like Neo, and when it comes to you I am neo-
As in the prefix, because you drive me to extremes
Any guy that belittles you or does you wrong blasphemes
For you are the essence of the Creator
He spoke of you when he said "I will Create Her"
Her was Eve and you are Her
So on the eve of morning, as light begins to occur
I know that is you smiling upon me, upon the
Earth... You've got me being prophetic
Frenetic, I'm feeling pathetic
Because without you I am just a man
But with your Absolute beauty, Zenful personality, Intelligence, and Grace
I am AmaZInG
You better me, fetter me
Take me from the letter C,
To the letter O, that is completion
Take yourself away, that is deletion
You make me who I am, and show me who to be
Whether cup size DD or B, with you I desire to be,
Because with you, I desire TO BE.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: Dream, My

Dream, My – 11/13


Dreams have been defined,
Time after time, as only in the mind,
But mine...doesn't fit that mold
It's something I can have and hold
Never grab and mold, can be told...
But may not be true.
My mind roams all day,
Never moving in only one way,
But one way it ceases movement
Is when I lay my head to rest,
It works at its best, no less
To paint vivid depictions,
Featuring detailed descriptions,
Of my heart's prescriptions, but,
The prescribed has been proscribed
By every heart's scribe, the little winged-one.
He has only allowed me paintings,
For he isn't aiming, well not in my direction,
But I'm no slave to the erection,
So where is the correction, in my recollection
I deserve to at least be aimed at, no exception,
But he refuses...He uses,
Logic and epiphanies, my mind's two symphonies,
To create euphonious odes such as this I speak,
With no peek, at that which I seek, the peak
Of human feelings, these dubious dealings,
Have dealt defeat, during which I felt incomplete,
Holding onto those paintings of...the dream.
The little winged-one was no longer of use,
As the love within me became profuse,
I had a daydream, or so I thought,
I caught a glimpse of what I sought,
My first thought, was that I ought, to
Try to believe...I could not conceive...
Objects that are verisimilar are very similar,
To the realness, I feel this, can't kill this,
For it's not a chance at romance, it's a chance to go dance,
With not a care, because you there,
Are something special.
Unreal to me, unreal beauty,
Yes beautiful inside and out, there is no doubt,
You are my dream.
You came true for me, so may I come through for you.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: Cocoa Butter: The Ode to the Good Man

Cocoa Butter: The Ode to the Good Man – 11/18


The past is just that, the past,
Time has passed, yet you're not past
The things that hurt you, how do I know?
Scars last,
Scarred last, so deeply, deeply caring,
But left staring, wondering, crying,
The lover in you dying,
Dying from the pain,
Dying to escape the rain,
Attempting to leave,
You no longer wear your heart on your sleeve,
Your heart's on leave, you replace it as you grieve,
Leaving a hole, a scar, no man can fill.
Fill, no, but I want to heal
Make you feel, feel like you felt
Before the damage was dealt,
I want to be your emotional Cocoa Butter.
All you have to pay is attention,
No tension, not here, no fear
I'm not the poison of the average brother,
Unlike any other, could be approved by your mother,
I'm here to close your wounds, make your scars disappear,
And have it appear, as though they were never there,
They're nothing to me, because I see,
Your inner beauty trapped behind them looking timidly,
Asking and begging to be freed,
From the bars of the pain you bleed,
It's Cocoa Butter that you need, don't try to read,
Read me as a guy trying to play you,
I'm just trying to save you, from you,
Your own worst enemy, you don't have to be in to me
As long as you let me run my course, I don't use force,
I'll simply and slowly heal, I'm the real deal,
And if that's something you don't feel,
Then I'll let you be, and hopefully,
You heal on your own, you own
The strength to recuperate,
All Cocoa Butter does is rejuvenate,
But it's up to you to decide,
To use me, I know usually,
Guys have a motive,
But I'm just honest and genuine
Pure Cocoa Butter, nothing added in
Here to help your beauty within,
Become that which you exude
And make scars,
Become that which you exclude.

-ATLthePoet

A Poem: [Reality] Check

[Reality] Check – 11/29/08

I'm an addict
The walls around me should be padded,
Added, I'm strung out
Can't remember the last time I hung out,
I just keep shooting and shooting
Hoping that one day I can stop
But it's just so hard, it feels so good
I have no regard, but feel I should,
This drug is amazing, my eyes ablazing,
From the vivid pictures painted
My brain tries to drain it,
But my heart fills with feelings
Then builds these buildings,
Monuments to dependence,
Upon the incense, of my burning corneas
I depend on the the deep end,
To allow me to feel the rush of living on the edge,
On the edge of sanity, created by my lack of vanity,
For there is not a vain vein in my body,
And these humble veins humble pains,
Created by my affliction, I mean addiction,
But as I experience the highs and lows
Of what goes on when my eyes are closed,
One thing keeps me from falling in completely
She that completes me:
[Reality.]

-ATLthePoet

My First Post; one of my favorite speeches!

I have finally joined the Blogspot world! I have been contemplating this for quite some time...I felt it best to broaden my audience and broaden my horizons. Now, more people can read my work, and I can read more of the work of others; it's a win-win. I have tons of poetry to post, but I think it's fitting that my first post be my address to the nation after the election of Barack Obama...I still love this piece. Feedback would be nice, and more posts to come!


An American Address – Nov. 5th, 2008

For the first time in over 40 years, we, as Black people, and we, as a nation, have come together to make something positive happen. This is the type of event that all of the great Black heroes and heroines lived and died for. Although I believe that MLK would have been the first Black president, I am 100% sure that he's looking down with a smile on his face. We as Americans should be proud of ourselves. No longer did we sit back and allow for the usual voters to continue the usual trends. Obama offered us change, and we did everything possible to take him up on that. Kudos to all of you who voted for him. Also, I must say that I appreciate all of you that voted McCain as well. He seemed to be a capable leader, and you all believed in him. Do not feel bad about him losing. No matter your opinion of Obama, this nation saw him as the most capable man for the job, and he did more than McCain to prove himself as such. He appealed to most, and is a good man. You must learn to trust him, so that we can be the UNITED States of America. I'll be the first to say that I wasn't an Obama supporter in the beginning. Even now I am unsure of some of his policies. However, I see and have seen that he is a great MAN. That is what is most important. If he handles the Presidency like he handles himself, we are in great and capable hands. But I didn't write this note about him. This note is a call to action, to all Americans. And so to you I speak.

We the people now have an obligation. We have given Barack Hussein Obama the chance to succeed. But this is not all on him. We must assist him. Rather than place all of our problems on his shoulders, we must take responsibility and change our situations as much as we can. We elected him under the premises of "Change" and "Yes We Can." So now, let us live these creeds. For Blacks, this is especially important. It IS time for change in the Black community. No longer can we use the race card. There can be no more "oh, it's because I'm Black." If you haven't noticed, 43% of White voters voted for Obama. Almost half of all White voters voted for a Black man. The race card has officially been revoked. I'm not saying racism will disappear, as it has reared its ugly head in the aftermath of Obama's victory, but now you must CHANGE. No longer can you fret about it, or use it as a crutch. Calmly accept the racism, then outperform he or she that is criticizing you. Now is the time for this race to rise. Stop aiming to stay in the "hood." Get out, and MAKE IT. It is possible. I have been preaching these things for years, but now it can happen...Yes We Can! We can stop all of the negative stereotypes. Start being on time for things. Instead of picking up a gun to solve a problem, pick up a piece of paper and draft an agreement. Or, if that doesn't work for you, just go talk it out. Let's be more civil. MLK died for this day, so let us honor him. Do you all understand that this is the first time Black people have coalesced since the Civil Rights Era? Let us not fall back apart. Stop disliking people for having more or better clothes than you. Instead, figure out what that person is doing to get the money to afford such clothes. If you can't afford it, then be confident in what you can afford, and aim to be able to buy better clothes. Let's aim higher! And that goes to the entire country! The U.S. has so much hope and pride right now...we must sustain this! For the last four years, the country has been torn apart with lack of patriotism, nationalism, hope, and pride. Now that we have come together, things are better! Did you see the crowd at Obama's speech? Whites and Blacks and everyone else all TOGETHER, rejoicing! Old and young, male and female, no matter who, no matter what, we are in this TOGETHER! This is the people's Presidency. If Obama does something you don't approve of, don't lose faith in him, and don't chastise him. Simply acknowledge it, and support him even more. Whatever he does, he is doing it for the common good! He is here to help, and that's how you should be as well. If you see someone struggling, whether it's in school or in life, tell that person Yes You Can. To my fellow Black brothers: if you mistakenly father a child, don't say you're not ready to be a dad and leave. Yes You Can be a father. It is human nature, and as you stick around it will come to you. Ask for help if you have to! Also, the N-word needs to be omitted from Black vernacular. Saying "my nigga Obama" or "Obama? That's my nigga" is unacceptable. Now is the time to crush that word. Let the racist people have it; be above that. We must all be brothers and sisters now. I will tell you to do what I do: meet your enemies with kindness. This negates what they do. They're looking for a response, either anger or pain. Kindness is too much for them, as it reaches their heart. Love is the most transcendent force on this planet, so let us use it now to bring this country even closer. We not only witnessed history, we MADE it. No one can take that from you, for as long as you live. But we CANNOT rest on our laurels. Now the real history starts: when our grandkids study America, will they see the unity of a nation in the second decade of the 21st Century? Only if we begin to band together now. It won't be an overnight process America. But, together, Yes We Can. Change is here, so let us welcome it with open arms, and make it happen. Thank you for your time. Two fingers, one love.

*God Bless America!*