Mr Blaque Soul's Poetry

Dark Voices Inside

Mr Blaque — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 02:07:11 +0000

“Heed to that noises
Piercing the ear drums
Searing the unconscious thoughts
Something is prowling inside
It will be released
This dream of a reality
Will become pure actualities
Starving that goodness
Drown the ability to care”

No, I will not let you in
I am stronger than you
Please, someone get it out
The dark voices inside me
Bursting to escape
I must hold on

“Shhhhh, relax the mind
Listen to friends
These words will not hurt
They will help grow
Festering a realistic image”

Filed under: Darkness, Dreams, Evil, Honesty, Loneliness, Passion

“Uh-Huh” Love at First Sight (continues)

Mr Blaque — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:54:57 +0000

Grow some balls
Some nadz
Some marbles
Ok, you said to yourself
Don’t be scared

You walk over to her with confidence
Ready to open up some of the tightest scripture
You can ever release on a woman
You tap on her shoulder
She turns around “pause”

The conversation begins like a normal one
Trying to impress one another
Smiles and grinning
You know, like that grammar school stuff
It seems like you was about to get her number

Staring with the intent to speak
Nothing comes out
It is that fear of known uncertainty
That unsure feeling is showing
In your movements

You feel so heavy
Like your body is becoming iron
Copper, standing in one place
Like a 14 century sculpture
Eyes glazed for love

Filed under: Honesty, Love, Passion, Poetry, Powerful

“Uh-Huh” Love at First Sight

Mr Blaque — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 16:40:30 +0000

You know that she’s the one
When it appears on your face
Feeling your teeth chatter
With a nervous motion
Pausing your thoughts and actions

But that don’t stop you
You are determine to get what you want
Now you think
With long exhausting thoughts
Your eyes race her body

Like a one eyed pirate on a treasure map
Looking for the X that marks the spot
Man, she’s fine fresh brewed wine
But There nothing but time
You build up the strength to walk

And your legs will not move
Still and stiff you stand
With your hands too your side
Evaluating the approach
Calculating the next move

Stepping slowly to her being
The motion freighting you
So you back down
But that don’t stop you
Now your skin feels the fear

Sweating like a monsoon
Your pores are leaking at a massive pace
Now there’s a sign of sigh
Your mind starts to talk to you
Boy you better go get her

Filed under: Honesty, Love, Passion, Poetry, Powerful

Obscure vs. Graceful

Mr Blaque — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 21:39:43 +0000

Damn the world and all its wonders
Burn everything that stands
Destroying the barricades
Let my evilness through
Recognize the purity of death

Glorify all that is living
Watch the beauty of the earth
Rebirth of life shining
The aging enlightenment
From wonders that push through

Kill everything that moves
Having it beg for mercy
Because I’m absolute
Worship this idol
Of selfish greed

Let life progress
Smile at every waking endeavor
Allowing the passionate togetherness
Instilling a unified knowing
Of one’s spirited heart

Filed under: Darkness, Evil, Guidance, Honesty, Poetry, Powerful

No!

Mr Blaque — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 15:56:28 +0000

No!
My dreams haunt me
I am questioning my reality

No!
My sight has abandoned me
Forcing my eyes blind

No!
I must open my other senses
Hear the hushed speeches

No!
I need help to taste
The truth of the living

No!
Someone touch my ambiance
And provide me relaxation

Filed under: Darkness, Dreams, Honesty, Pain, Poetry, Powerful

Labyrinth of the Perception, Blogisode 1

Mr Blaque — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 14:18:43 +0000

“Hello!” Screamed a scared voice amongst the darkness.
“I don’t understand what’s happening, can anyone hear me?”
The nervousness of knowing no one is available to combat the worries of isolation that is starting to the plague the scared voice’s mind. The scared voice hears something in the distance, a faint noise of movement, as if someone is dragging a wounded leg. The noises engulf the mind of the scared voice, producing graphic images of destitute and violence. The scared voice is fighting off tears, promising to herself that the fear is only in the thoughts. Voices in the distance quickly erased the noises from the forefront, allowing entry of a specific song.

“Wondering with no end is site
Trudging about impiously to the sprite
Shoeless blistered feet of height”

“Marching across the frozen landscape
Checking every dusty corner of hate
Examining the wall of musty green ivory gates”

“Accepting that the divider is hollow
Are made of limestone and dark shadows
Guiding one’s self shallow”

“What is the meaning of this?” the scared voice boldly sprouted into the cosmos. “I am not afraid, please show yourself. Stop being a coward, hiding in the darkness so that I cannot see you.” The scared voice allowed time for a response, nothing replied to the hostile invitation. As the scared voice senses the lyrics where nearby, taking a deep breathe the scared voice sprinted around the corner to see a light. Hoping a warm figure will be insight, disappointment was lingering in this illuminated space. She was about to start a new onslaught of verbal outlandishness, but the continuation of the song began.

“Life of all lives has started here
Death of all death will end near
Finding a way out this selfish fear
Being trapped is devastatingly unclear
Recollect! Remember! Evoke!
The countdown has begun to adhere”

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1
My song is loud like a smoking gun
As you navigate caverns of missing fun
See yourself out or you’ll be done”

One singular idea was planted in her mind. “Am I going to die?” Laugher rang out from hearing the unspoken question. The scared voice could only hear one phrase of the song repeating itself as it faded into the background.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1
My song is loud like a smoking gun
As you, navigate caverns of missing fun
See yourself out or you’ll be done”

Filed under: Blogisode, Darkness, Dreams, Evil, Fantasy, Loneliness, Pain, Poetry, Short Story

Truthful Love

Mr Blaque — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 14:49:31 +0000

This question marches across the eons
Touching every society
All the branches of religion
As adolescents to the procedure
We force ourselves to find it
Not letting it discover us
The might of the affection
Is known and shared
The capability courses through
Altering your existence

Filed under: Honesty, Love, Passion, Poetry, Powerful, Uplifting

Time Traveler

Mr Blaque — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 13:12:36 +0000

Bending the folds of time
Leaping from dimension to dimension
Not comprehending the concept of time
Warping throughout weak minds
Tracing pass gloomy eyes
As I travel through time

Filed under: 160 Characters or Less, Dreams, Fantasy, Guidance, Poetry, Powerful

Peeking Through Our Windows

Mr Blaque — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 04:33:20 +0000

Your eyes connect with hers
Making a piercing gaze
Checking out her ambiance
Becoming closer to her chi
Caress her existence

See, this is deep stuff
That emotional material
You do not ponder its
Understanding there is something
Heavy breathing transforms to sweat

Sneaking a quick look at feelings
That ecstasy of his thirst
Not engaged in the basis
On both sides of the looking glass
Kissing each other’s thoughts

Exercising that ability to
Mass produce eager awareness
Carrying some severe desire
Gripping to both concentrations
Wanting more and more

Glancing toward mature bliss
Both knowing how
And what both wanted
Damnit! To the greatest
Feeling of all ranges

Filed under: Dreams, Honesty, Love, Passion, Powerful, Uplifting

Of the Life

Mr Blaque — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:20:44 +0000

Remember your presence
Touching the all
That serious cosmos
Of endless possibilities
Atmosphere of the life

Seeking that open affiliation
Touch of the life creating a new
A better situation for your cognize
Not closing your eyes
Taking in all the brilliant familiarity

The first time you flirted with surroundings
Forming a smile towards that one
That one soul touch your soul
With just a glimpse
Fighting for the life

Filed under: Dreams, Guidance, Honesty, Passion, Poetry, Powerful

Sensual Partners

Mr Blaque — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 01:08:49 +0000

The night starts with a smile
Because of the future to come
Eyes start to race the courses of bodies
Drawing a depiction in the thoughts
This is a night that will not be forgotten
Vision connects for a particular idea
Emotionally combining a one-act
Having a few beverages the ease the nervousness
Whispering sweet ear-gasms

Butterfly kisses touch the skin
Giving the awareness of pleasure
As the scorching breathe escapes the mouth
Glazing the outer layer
Creating hills on once a flat surface
Slight trembles dance in the tummy
Building the anxiousness of the moment
Finding that dream to embrace
That this is the night of willing participation

Agreements has been drafted mentally
The flashes of this tangle is beginning
Ascending this mountain of ecstasy
Where arches are created from nothingness
And mourns are expressed for attention
Raising the confidence of accomplishment
Dazed by the completion of motion
That transformed the two into a single
With heavy exhaling and thrusting

Body fluids escape the pores
When displaying an instilled boldness
Of physical training of figures
Closing your readers accepting the notion
Reaching closer to that twinkling
Pushing for that explosion of effort
From the garden of desire
Within the sweet cherry of life
Recycling the information during climax

Filed under: Honesty, Love, Passion, Poetry, Powerful, Sexy

Living With an Egocentric Creature

Mr Blaque — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 16:46:31 +0000

Humans come in many forms
Appearances and hues
With imbalances of the mind and body
It is hard to determine the stability
Of one’s outcome
Without cohabiting a singular journey
Have you felt this known strangeness?

Many days trace across the universe
Aging the thought process
To formulate a combine experience
That is not equal to the latter
The proverb mentioned togetherness
Fighting self-absorbed and faceless
With upfront falsehoods

Spewing words that lacerate
The psychological braces of the consciousness
Not noticing the fresh springs of the eyes
As the aquatic travels the falls of the lids
Answers are feuded with potency
Poisoning the words as they dance
Across the brain drums of a separate

Self-appraisal is at a distinctive feat
Assuming that conflict has been coincided
Only to have the lyrics wedged
With a reversal of sonnet’s projectiles
Piercing the stoned muscle
Incased in red liquid and harden tissue
Remorse is for the feeble

The turmoil of peasant concentration
Not knowledgeable of the progression
Struggling away the reality
Forcing the guilt of an alternative
Sightless to the compassion
That restores the equilibrium
Of an egocentric creature

Filed under: Darkness, Evil, Honesty, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Powerful

Discarded Without Hopes

Mr Blaque — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 21:56:13 +0000

Seven days has passed:
I can remember the days I felt useful
Dangling from your shoulders
Spreading warmth through your being
As you, clutch me on a brisk day
I frame you with passion and love
Hugging your jugular closely
As my colleagues worked with me
Giving heat to your consciousness
And comfort to your extremities

Fourteen days has passed:
Resting amongst the wilderness
I weep of knowing, I will never be whole again
This harsh land transformed my exterior
The foliage has camouflaged me
Disguising my outer layer
I have a dirty disposed feel now
Nevertheless, I lay here effortless to move
If you were looking
I am hidden quite well

Twenty-one days has passed:
Can anyone hear the sighs of my loneliness?
I have been with nature far too long
I feel like one of the druids of the earth
Someone please help me, I shriek with emotion
Find me, clean me, and convert me back
To glorious attire with purpose
Giving contentment to one without
I cry for the acceptance and approval
Locate my everything please

Thirty days has passed:
Damn you, you senseless bastard
Abandoning me with despair
I was not useful or useless
My craving was to embrace you
Secure your inner layer
However, you forgot me entirely
Mindlessly tossing me aside
Not putting forth the effort to inquire my whereabouts
Here I lay discarded without hopes

I’m happy to accept the perfect poetry award for week 60, and I nominate Ankoku Hikaru

Filed under: Dreams, Honesty, Loneliness, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Powerful

The World Has Ended

Mr Blaque — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 14:07:00 +0000

Observing the sun
Appreciating the beautiful touch on my face
God has bless us with everything
As a people, we take advantage of our planet
Poking and prodding away
Extracting the essence from the grounds
Forcing the land to starvation

Do you not sense the agony inflicted
We are killing it
Extinguishing the future
Maltreatment the life force of the surrounds
We are not Vikings
We are not Pirates
Gluttony is controlling the outcome

How much is needed?
Can the planet continue to embrace?
Our natural energy
Giving us the precious minerals
Of living a healthy life
We must come to arms
Moreover, stop the mindless pillaging

Filed under: Guidance, Honesty, Passion, Poetry, Powerful, Uplifting

Sexual Fixture

Mr Blaque — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 18:33:51 +0000

Our bodies connect
Giving an excellent numbness
Loving every moment
Building my ecstasy
Exploring with pleasure
Felling the tenderness

Filed under: 160 Characters or Less, Love, Passion, Poetry, Sexy

Open Heart

Mr Blaque — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 06:33:03 +0000

My heart is pounding
Trying it’s best to escape my chest
My veins are stuffed with passion
I need to release this pressure
By opening my heart

Filed under: 160 Characters or Less, Honesty, Love, Passion

Destination

Mr Blaque — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 14:53:18 +0000

Bang, it starts like a race
You head off full start
With no end in site
Pushing as hard as you can
Giving 167%
Trying not to hurt your chance
By speeding up

You need to be aware
The destination is in front of you

Filed under: Guidance, Honesty, Poetry, Powerful

Sleeping Evil Prowls

Mr Blaque — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 15:16:01 +0000

Guard yourself
For there’s always evil
Within every inhabitant’s glance
Touching all presences around you
And its weapon is temptation
It directs us
Loves us
And we embrace it
But we are afraid to clasp it
It moves about us
Drives people’s spirits
Evil Lurks
With no conscience
No feelings
No prospects of individual ideas
You feed it
And it’s very very hungry

Filed under: Darkness, Evil, Poetry

Fiery One

Mr Blaque — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 14:41:41 +0000

The fires are burning
Her touch sizzle’s my skin
Like a blazing brand
Marking me for life
Putting her sign on me forever
Boiling my essence

I need water
To protect me from
The passion blanketing me with warmth
Smothering my being with smoke
A cloud of massive affection
Engulfing my heart with pain

My eyes fears the outcome
I am blazing for her soul
But her image has been burned
Imprinted into my retina
Forcing me to hold lasting imagery
Melting my emotions

Scorching my love
Spreading the perfect ash
With the strongest north wind of elation
With a blistering smile
I hold on with my coal heart
And my thermo exterior

Filed under: Honesty, Love, Passion, Poetry

Floating

Mr Blaque — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 02:43:51 +0000

Sense da openness

Defying gravity

Understanding da inhuman
Making others everything
Camouflaging dat reality
Creating a moon landing
51 areas of possibility
Floating da ability

Filed under: Poetry