A Reminiscent Heart

A Reminiscent Heart
A poem by:
Michael Harris a.k.a Truthfully Speaking
Copyright 2017

Faded love


Sitting here reminiscing
On your ever so sweet touch
And the way it used to bring so much peace
To my mental storms
Regretting to have ever spoken
Those words “I apologize”
But it might be best if we
Go our separate ways
Cause often I find myself wondering
If that was the right move
Cause my spirit gets so heavy
Knowing that you are no longer
Within arm’s reach
I’m tired of thinking
Of the future us
Trusting in God’s will as one you and I
Yet knowing, you at my side no longer lie
And what we once shared is a distant memory
To have you in my embrace once more
Is my heart’s desire
To show u for eternity
That you are the only one I adore
Is what I long for
But that reality is now just wishful thinking

The Case

The Case

By: Ramsey Blair

Copyright 2017

Crime Scene

The case of a crime…
for someone trying to shine…
remember holding you and smoking weed when I had a dime…
you change my life daily when I was trying to grind.
You gave me reason to sacrifice for what’s right,
because you lived a life of wealth and care.
When I lived a life full of pain and lies.
With the scent of weed on me I held you when you cried,
until you went to sleep.
Cousin, it’s been a minute since you been away from me…
at night I can’t sleep reliving the scene of what happened,
because you’re part of me.
I’m full of rage, because you’re away from me.
Tears on my cheeks; the pain hurts like Nicki leaving Meek.
Darkness and anger surround me…
When it happen it hunted me.
You will be missed by everyone who love you,
including me.



By Derek Covington

Copyright 2017


As my tongue trace the contours of your

devine creation

Ooh, as my delightful senses taste the juices

of your arcane sensation

There…..the chills race down my spine, as I

devour layers of your sculpted mounds

Deeper and deeper I delve into your succulent

creamy pounds

Oh lord, my heart beats faster and faster…..like

a distant drum

My, my, my, I cry out, see there – here I


Vanilla, chocolate, and so many other troves of

flavors to your pleasure

The coolness of your respite leaves me feeling

like a kid in search of a long lost pirate’s treasure

Dip after dip, the sway of your curves make

my mind want to scream

Is not your depths ripe to the core, or is that

why you’re called ice cream.

100% Black

copyright 2017

By: Andre Scales

I accommodate you all as I flourish and unleash thoughts that yet form.

My last was said to be from the past.

The secret of my serenity is within my soul.

I am at my peak when I’m deep in my sleep.

I’ll never deny my soul from a true believer’s hold.

Compassion from my youth keeps me near,

so I won’t have anything to fear.

As we reach the end of this century there’ll be many depressions and confessions.

There’s a rage that’s being planned.

A plague of hatred and a multitude of hierarchy.


copyright 2017

By: Andre Scales

They’ve used the past to keep controlling our future

turn to your sister or your brother

and realize it’s you that can even be me

With communication we can have our own nation.

It’s a circle of intrigue that’s trying to enslave our minds,

the future of our race is still not in it’s place.

Let’s consider what we’re trying to achieve

for thousands of years we’ve controlled our societies

can we succumb back to what we really are?

King of kings