Sunday, November 28, 2010

no words

There are no words.
I can’t speak
And if I could,
then what would I say
When there are no words in the English language to accurately define you?
There are no words for you
None
Nada
Zero
Zilch.
No words for your lips
Or the movement of your hips
There are no words.
Just people/things  that are  not man-made
&  cannot be duplicated,
reminding us that there is a God.

So I’ll just be quiet
Letting Him do his work,
And  I’ll continue to be in awe--
       --alexgeorge

Thursday, October 14, 2010

untitled poem


sometimes
I feel like my heart
exposed
has been picked apart.
though heavy from all the good it’s caused
-- still left out in the sun to dry up.
people will walk by the dark red pieces
stepping over them
kicking them aside
thinking they’re rocks.
but I know what it is-
what it used to be-

Saturday, September 18, 2010

wrong


The definition of a fairweather friend: A friend who is only nice to you when it's convenient....


hey alieux, my friend;

(don’t expect
to have been invited
to the engagement party or the wedding
or any other past social events I might hold
or even future ones
but )
you’re a strong black man
and I need you.

to help move furniture tomorrow.
I won’t even call you to ask.
(I would feel awkward
asking you directly
since I haven’t
asked  you to do anything else, though you've been good
at leaving voicemails, facebook messages and texts- none of which I have responded to)
I’ll ask our mutual friends,
my friends-
those that were invited to the engagement party and wedding and other social events-
to ask you.
you’ll say yes to them because you’re more friends with them than with me and I've been told you're reliable.
right?

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Christian Poem

I
deliberately
placed
one
error
in
thYs
poem,
because
only
God
is
perfect.



I chose the letter Y for my error because it resembles a person (Jesus) with arms spread upward.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

there is poetry

in your movement:
the fluidity
of
it.
there is creative
expression
In
the way your hands your body caress the air
I watch your lips
your lips
either still
or moving,
the corners curving upwards
or straight across
making my hands my lips jealous
are you even speaking?
I can t hear you
Because I’m stuck on your lips
your hips/
how they move so unintentionally
strong but feminine
As if no one was watching
Is this what bliss feels like?
The beginnings of love
Hopefullness.
Anticipation
Of what is around the corner?
I hope
The road I’m on
Is the same road you’re on.

There is poetry.
Your words are matching mine
How did you know what I was feeling?

Your kiss is like poetry
Match the words my lips are forming-
Can u?
Pressed against yours
L o v e .
I pray
That the road I’m on
Is the same road you’re on.
-alexgeorge

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

(and) there you were

in my search for someone to complete me
(i prayed for you
) & in my search for that missing piece
         to the puzzle that was my life
( i prayed for you
)  beyond laughter
             happiness
             on the outside looking in
             and watching friends take for granted
             what I hold so precious
(i prayed for you
)       I am asked for advice
            what to do to fix a relationship
            what to do to maintain one
            or attain one,
            and being shown gratitude for telling and doing the right things
(i was alone, and i prayed for you
        i needed substance, and
(i prayed for you
)       not knowing that you would appear
        before me
        looking at me
        as if I were the answer to your prayers
                as well
        as you were/are to mine:
        in my search for
        someone to step up to the plate
        to, at the very least, not show indifference
        towards me
        and to care enough to want to fight for me
        though I am opposed to violence
(i prayed for you
)       & there you were,
        with someone else.
        I knew I had to fight to get you.
        I wonder why it took so long to find you?
        Was God waiting for a time in my life
        When I would appreciate you more?
        He was right.
I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed  and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and
here you are
(Thank You) 

-- alexgeorge

Monday, July 19, 2010

get happy

Instead of looking,
                    (and looking and looking and looking and-
                                                )

I’m going to find a way to have fun.

perhaps

someone will see me

&

will wonder

why I’m so happy

&

will want to be a part of it.

       --alexgeorge

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