Come Enjoy It With Me

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If you see me drinking like I have no J-O-B,

grab a cup, come over and join me.

The moon is out and we are not giving a shit.

Sorry to get a little vulgar, but here’s a tip—

Life is too short to not smile and take it all in.

It’ll be too late for regrets when it comes to an end.

If you see some good bourbon; yes that’s on me.

We’re all adults, so no need for a referee.

Have a beer, take some shots and be a peace.

It’s a celebration and we’re dancing in the streets.

You’re all beautiful people to me and I love thee.

So get here because you have till the count of three.

Every second later is yet another hug when you arrive.

You only get one life, as there is no test-drive.

So come and experience it with yours truly.

Together, we can love, say a prayer and get unruly.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

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Python

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Squeezes you with the strength of a python.

Pushing the air from your very lungs,

listening to your bones crack from under the weight,

but you fight on because that’s all you can do,

yet its grip gets tighter and you want to scream

with the hope that the noise would scare it away,

but it pays you no mind and keeps going

with no care for your condition or circumstances

that you may have had to face prior to this,

but you can’t give up and cave in to the pressure

as you are the chosen and have been tested before.

The pressures of life can never crush you

as long as you continue to fight, with the will to live.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

Walk This World Alone

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I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

A man with no place to call his home.

I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

The soundtrack, a soft and lonely saxophone. .

I am not afraid to walk this world alone—

to explore what, to me, is the unknown.

I’m am not afraid to walk this world alone,

when everyone else has left me on my own.

 

©Taihair Brown 2017

Don’t Shoot

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Dancing to the Devil under Gods sun.
Officer, please answer my cries and pleas.
No one will mourn for me is what they’ll think.
Terrified because you have a gun in my face.

Shaking, not because I’m a threat, but because of the threat.
How many tears must I shed before you notice my fear?
Officer, I just want to go home to my kids and kiss them goodnight.
Open your eyes and see my humanity, please.
Tell my family that I love them…
Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

Breathe

How do I breathe underwater?

How do I breathe when with every breath,

I’m being drowned by your love?

When my heart skips a beat that moment—

The moment you walk in the room,

you steal every breathe within my body.

I went diving into your heart,

That endless ocean that they call love,

And now I can’t breathe.

I wasn’t prepared for such strong emotions.

Can you tell me?

How do I breathe underwater?

I wasn’t prepared for this fall.

How do I breathe when with every breath,

I’m being drowned by your love?

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

My Addiction

If my eyes could speak, there would be one truth—

That I’ve been completely hooked by your elegance

and I’ve been left struggling on your line.

They’d be asking you to not throw me back.

 

I’ve been taken by the complete thought of you.

You are something that I need—

The cause of my addiction,

and I’m not afraid to say that I like it.

If my eyes could speak, there would be one truth—

I’ve been captivated by your song

And there’s no way my eyes could lie to you.

No matter what words come out of my mouth,

my eyes show just how strung out I’ve become.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

A Poet is…

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A poet is a romantic who expresses himself through art.

Married to words, committed to what’s carved on his heart.

He can bring them together in rhyme to hit his mark,

or he can let them sore free like an eagle through the sky.

A poet is married to a craft that opens up his soul.

Sometimes he can communicate through the art form,

something he couldn’t say in a normal conversation.

He delivers to her a portrait that paints a mental image.

In it, he says what his lips couldn’t speak out loud.

A poet is someone who lets his emotions bleed to the paper.

He takes the weight of the pain and eases it with ink.

The pen is linked to his soul and it crafts something beautiful—

Showing a majestic world of colors beyond imagination.

A poet is one who needs not speak to convey meaning.

A poet is one who can make you fall in love with words.

One who can make you laugh, cry, and fall in love all at once.

A poet is one who speaks what’s on his heart and mind,

even when he is incapable of verbally expressing it out loud.

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown