A man is He that understands his mistakes, and admits to a change needed in his life, resulting in everlasting acceptance. - AHKMEL PHAROD. This Blog will serve as an Emotional Journal, it will capture my life as an entity articulately, artistically, soulfully, rhythmically and last but not least Poetically. I welcome you to relate, relax and receive me as open as you possibly can.
The Rebirth of Fashion
When fashion takes a break it sits down and takes a picture.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
My Will
Lets say I stop writing poems
and walk what I talk for real
no more slick rap
allowing your thoughts
to remain still
just to process many lines
that others attempt to conceal
confident in my steps as I reveal
myself the crest the shield
I'm part indian from the west
that you should consume with prayer
like before a meal
healthy for your mind, body, and soul
without Dr. Phil
you see physically I heal
and cardiac arrest those that steal
self published ownership of my skills
check the appeal
wiping the frowns off grills
George Foreman of my project
too complicated to kill
heart impenitrible like steel
on point as now I am devoted
doing what I say instead or what I write
is my new testament
showing the command to be
My Will
Young, Black and Gifted
Without there being a moral
never-ending story
binding and bounding
not too astounding
skill co-founding
sensitive to light
that's why I only spark
when its dark rounding
shell after shell off
mic cocked back for lyrical pounding
side of the head cheek jaw grounding
mc's in their own blood drowning
underestimated AHK after seeing AHK
how you sounding
you see I even pray
before I spray
just to have accurate aim
when I'm dumping 62 names
causing the forfeiting of 62 games
time is like my mind
always moving being a shame
if I missed the train
screws too tight
to be loosened or changed
permanent never rearranged
not in the contract
or on my birth certificate
born to die or perish
please understand its
the only way to overcome
my own sickness being
Young, Black and Gifted
Sunday, November 26, 2006
My Love - updated
The equation of the physical
Very indivisible
My nation your nation
Setting my mind free
With a little anticipation
Little concern now
about how you allow me
to rest with you
as I admit right now
I really miss you
You are so soft
I thank the Lord
for bringing me Joy
as I thank you for the care
you have shown me
like a parent to a little boy
right now I for you
will continue to cry
as these days
forever pass us by
sometimes while you
look into my eyes
I think about
a possible marriage
that will never die
the attention span
always being high
I believe in my right
to express my life
to someone so precious to me
the devoted hugs
controlled kisses
passionate body rubs
really enjoy writing poems
just to share with you
because you are my inspiration
My Love
How I Do It
Begin from your start
as I stand and listen
you see I remember
the anxiety up until the ending
I knew I slept with you too fast
alone but not lonely
I gasp then I laugh
this is not the first time
I've met a recycled piece of glass
like you
your type I see through
I guess you were
to distracted to have a clue
I hustle I smuggle that shame shame
with the no name
got you all confused platonically
poetically ebonically
gave you the line
line by line
to busy brushing your hair
stressing the back of your mind
where you should be studying
instead of trying to over associate
with too many men buddying
mentally cuddling
I know the drill
because uncensored stupid is
How I Do It
Believe in Faith?
This is the day that
the Lord has made
and I know he's watching
so I best behave
you see every step I take
I breath to feel safe
inhaling and exhaling life
His love, which will always
be the opposite of hate
As I dream awake
understand my worldly place
the opportunities and chances
to express myself center stage
Never timid bashful or shy
impacting lives without rage
I attempt not try...But wait
Do you meaning you beyond
the definition of fate
Believe in Faith?
Friday, November 24, 2006
Our Unique Styles
The Wind as it blew
directed me to the scent of you
candles and roses
with a hint of Vicki's Perfume
Aroma of the imprisonment
of my daydream afternoons
loving the feeling
of my heart upon your
sunshine smile as it blooms
Securing the nature of my root
glass room mist purifying
my soul beneath your moon now
with the power to see tomorrow
and what connects
Our Unique Styles
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I Liked That
I was just sitting here
listening to that song
by my man Busta Bus
talking about passing
the courvoisier
it's smooth and shitta
but I'm eccentrica
with my talk
like your walk
instead of the cognac
I want you to pass
that thing below the middle
of your back attached
to your spine girl
you gots that behind
word is born
I feel like I own
3 thirds of the world girl
just thinking about the episode
keeps my hair in curls
unlike the tongue
I used to dive
for your pearls
What!
my God is my
oh Damn!
My mind is all crammed
with the fantasies
of a son of King Solomon
trying to hold my own
like the way I converse
with you on the phone
systematically
I'm one to become
more than prone
to that fly shitta
between your likka likka
drowning and all that
you know I'm not afraid
to go deep like a quaterback
where you can be my
wide receiver
open up that side to you
that comes and goes like pollen
I want you to make
and keep my body throbbing
I like that feeling
because it is appealing
like sexual healing
in and out
out and in
wait, let me start from scratch
you know them marks
you left on my back
girl you know I must admit that
I Liked That
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Air in My Lungs to Breathe
Never shall I leave
reasons are not good enough
I will continue to keep my head up
Though my soul still bleeds
While on my way to work
I thought about the things
that are likely to keep my attention
Where you being made happy by me
is more than I should mention
So delicate is my heart
Protected by my mind
so strong to keep me out of harm
Preventing anything from going wrong
You are a good true friend indeed
and because of that
I will not part this relationship
as long as I have
Air in My Lungs to Breathe
The Greatest Love of Charles
A child’s been born
What now
What do we do?
This my first, Oh God!
What do I do?
Still at this moment
I can’t believe my eyes
Secreted by the tears
Of witnessing the birth
Of new life
Unstable the minutes
Less the seconds
I counted until
This new life started
To breathe I counted
Up to ten – matched
That count to the toes
Then to the fingers
Then to the dismay
That his nose
looked like my nose
Immediately I clutched
My heart with my chest
When I was able
to notice the rest
Thank you Lord
for protecting this new life
Aiding its travels
to exist now
outside of my new wife
Looking forward to
the days ahead with
a new Baby Calendar
on the wall
that I will circle with a heart
each day lived to symbolize
The Greatest Love of Charles
What now
What do we do?
This my first, Oh God!
What do I do?
Still at this moment
I can’t believe my eyes
Secreted by the tears
Of witnessing the birth
Of new life
Unstable the minutes
Less the seconds
I counted until
This new life started
To breathe I counted
Up to ten – matched
That count to the toes
Then to the fingers
Then to the dismay
That his nose
looked like my nose
Immediately I clutched
My heart with my chest
When I was able
to notice the rest
Thank you Lord
for protecting this new life
Aiding its travels
to exist now
outside of my new wife
Looking forward to
the days ahead with
a new Baby Calendar
on the wall
that I will circle with a heart
each day lived to symbolize
The Greatest Love of Charles
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Lamination of Your Trust
I didn't glow until
you started to notice me
anticipating the smile
Followed by your touch
Illuminated in an instance
with flash movements
directed to the soul
The root of your love
Without words to express
the reciprocal
warmth of my breath
Loathing you just because
Which brings me to this question
will you take me as yours
to explore evermore
Now that you know I love you so much?
Waiting patiently as the heart
grows fonder - I ponder
the truth and consideration
of your time before
The Lamination of Your Trust
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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