She was just here in my arms comforted in my assumed strength.
Did you see which way she went?

Have you seen her?
Red hair, freckles, curvations beyond all mans imagination
She ran away so fast like a slave from a plantation

Have you seen her?
The women of most men’s dreams that delivers true contentment
I hope she comes back to me with no ill will and no resentment

Have you seen her?
The most beautiful women and I’m speaking of her personality
She welcomes you into her world as you feel safe within her hospitality

Have you seen her?
Intoxicating and sophisticated with a mature taste like Brandy
Sweet candy, skilled handy, the mere thought makes me feel so randy

Have you seen her?
Big wonderful smile and the cutest goofy laugh
She makes you wish your time with her will forever last

Have you seen her?
The beat of my heart, the butterfly in my tummy, the air in my lungs
She inspires me to say sweet poetry fluidly like speaking in tongues
If you see her explain the pain shown on my face
As I pace, searching for comfortable space,
my worth which may be lost, if I don’t accost,
take a stand, like a real man,
who knows what’s real, and admits what he feels
because she is life, and maybe my wife,
if I could only deserve, stop being absurd, if I could find the word,
like that which is Christ, at least Christ-like, but most definitely right,
no more wrong, no more sad song, side by side yeah we belong.

If you see her explain my fear,
tell her about this tear,
please make it clear,
before her memory of me disappears.

Have you seen her?

J Harris – 2007

Poetry makes the heart grow fonder….. A unique form of expression

Men have higher hostility, murder and suicide rates
because of their inability and failure to communicate.

But with his website
he ignites a deeper level of insight.

Masculinity and integrity, balanced with humility and sensitivity
which a lot of men aren’t able to be, he pulls it off so effortlessly.

For one special woman his heart remains true
Other ladies realize quality exist so they are not blue.

His words emits confidence & knowledge that we need,
to help us find, and keep our own true love indeed.

I will forever be grateful for all that he shares
and all the amazing fruit his tree of knowledge bares!

Lady Bliss

The light scent of you lingers around me and pushes you further into the forefront of my mind.
This intensifies my nostalgia for your comforting presence I find.
Wishing there was a place for us to be alone at this very minute.
I would work my way so far up in it.
To consume each other’s being.
A common melody our hearts would sing.
Nothing else would matter, you would be my everything.
Until your sweet nectar I again taste
Until I may see and touch your face
Until, and at that moment my heart will race
Time without you is such a waste
You’re like the song, amazing grace
How sweet your sound
I’m fortunate to have found

by: J Harris – 2002

I write this poem with one hand on the pen, the other on my soul
As I listen to it speak, I write to let the truth be told
You inspire me to feel to a very deep depth
From the moment I saw you till the moment you left
It has been so long since with your company I’ve been blessed
The days a little longer, nights a little colder, I hardly get any rest
Your very essence is imprinted on my mind
Your sweetness, and elegance, so thoughtful and kind
This is no jive, horseplay, nor a serious Mack
Its just because, so you know, as a matter of fact

If I never see you again it will be against my wishes
Torture is the thought of living without your hugs and kisses
After all this time we have yet to go the total mile
That’s fine cause my climax is when you make my heart smile
Just to be in your company is my greatest goal
But at those moments it takes a lot of control
So in the words you read I’m expressing your impact
Just because, so you know, as a matter of fact

And yes you are God’s gift of beauty to this Earth
The person that gives struggles of life so much worth
I love to be the one that can get your body exited
Moist, hot, and nippley, as long as you don’t fight it
But when I make you say “Hmmm that deserves thought”
At that time is when the battle is fought
Perfect is when both our minds and bodies attract
Just because, so you know, as a matter of fact

by: J Harris 1999

Hello
My name is
And I’m an addict
My addiction is no secret
I don’t need to
Tip toe
Duck in Roll
Or hide from
Uh
So in so
Afraid of the conviction
That comes with
My
Addiction

See
From where I stand
I’m not
Metaphorically bound
Or
Clichéd into the ground
But
Able to express
My expressions
Careful not to suppress
The mental unrest
That puff
Their
Chest

I once heard
A put down was
Self consciously designed
To boost ones
EGO
But Hell
I can’t tell
When I spit
They get the gist
But then again
I often miss
With those that resist

See
I’m an addict
And that what us addicts do
We are
Addicted to
The attention and recognition
That boosts us to
A higher dimension
Where we are
Admired
And desired
With
ALL
ONES
Burning fire

But
From where I stand
You are imperfect
And impure
With no ability to endure
You will always fall short
No matter how hard you try
So
Don’t
Bother
To
CRY

From where I stand
You are me
And I am you
Inside this glass mirror
I can see you
Can you see me?

I’m an addict
And my conviction
Is
ME!

I humor the mental unrest
And allow them to
Puff their chest
When they spit
Put downs
That are designed
To get
Me down

My name is
And i’m an addict
My addiction is
The power of the tongue
And
My conviction is
Me

See
Words have no power
If they are not devoured
And internalized
With the intent to
Demobilize
And commit
Internal genocide

I’m an addict
And inside this glass mirror
My
Conviction
Is
ME

Hey baby, if only I could touch you with my text, I’d caress and hold until there was nothing left. Make all pain subside and open you up so wide that as they watched the angles all cried. I’d feel as if I were in heaven and you were my guide. Showing me all the things that on Earth I couldn’t see, showing me all the wonderfulness and possibility that I struggled to be. You show me that all the while I searched for what God had already stored within me. Thank you for the journey not yet complete, thank you for the day that you and I met, and in heaven again shall meet.

J Harris – 2006

I Must

Oh how I’ve waited to feel you
The moment i saw you i needed to feel you
As you spoke those words of sensual understanding
Words that immediately brought upon pure comprehending
There was no denying our chemistry was exploding
I must feel you

As I saunter towards you i couldn’t wait to smell you
Your hair your face your twin sacks i needed to smell you
I finally reach you and melt in your virile embrace
A look of intensity in your eyes i touch your face
The apprehension which was there quickly erased
I must smell you

Mmm how I love the taste of you
The ridges and veins the pure taste of you
How is it possible there is still room to expand
Fingertips touch you solidify right in my hand
Forming suction on gland
I must taste you

I must feel you
I must smell you
I must taste you

As I look at what Ive done, the type of life I’ve lived. How many things I pray the Father will forgive. One situation involved a young man, he was the ocean and I was the sand. He stole my heart like a thief in the night. Dulled my senses, blurred my sight. I used to love him but now I don’t. I chose a road of passion and pain. Sacrificed 2 much and waited in vain. Gave up my power, ceased being a queen. Addicted to love like the drug of a fiend. Torn and confused, wasted and used. Reached a crossroad, which life would I chose? Stuck and frustrated, I waited, debated for something to happen that just wasn’t fated. Thought what I wanted was something I needed. When momma said no I just should’ve heeded. Misled, I bled till the poison was gone. And out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn. I used to love him but now I don’t. Father u saved me and showed me that life was much more than being some foolish man’s wife. Showed me that love was respect and devotion, Greater than planets, deeper than oceans. My soul was weary but now its replenished, Content because that part of my life is finished. I see him sometimes and the look in his eyes is one of a man whose lost treasures untold. But my heart is gold, I took back my soul and totally let my creator control the life which was his to begin with. I used to love you but now I don’t.

Nicole

As I begin to type, I don’t know what I’m going to write, but I know my soul is in a fight, so through thought and expression, win I might. Or maybe confusion will arise, amazing how we think we know but to our surprise we realize that there are tears building in our eyes. We can mask and shield us from us for only so long, we can be out there so far gone, we will eventually find ourselves so alone. No matter the crowd, no matter how cheers aloud, they shout how they love you, but they don’t even know who, you really are. Their thought is so far, from the truth that is juicelessness of the fruit. But self hate is the root. How do I learn to earn respect for me, from me, by me. How do I train myself to trust me? Sometimes I wish that Gods regeneration will save my generation and heal the self inflicted wound. So what, we can dance rap and croon, but when we meet our maker soon, will we swoon? Are we doomed? Will the bud of this rose ever bloom? My one wish is for the devil to stop the intrusion before my conclusion and the powers that shielded will be wheeled on my behalf and me and Allah can laugh at the pitiful of the dirty dog that wallows in defeat because my walk with my savior is complete.

J Harris 10/17/2009

Perfect Match

My mind and body are in a perpetual state of bliss every time your lips touch mine in a kiss.
The intensity of our passionate chemistry is something of the unknown.
But you see it’s not just the physical. It’s your creativity, ambition, and intellect that makes me moan.
The mere thought of your touch lights my soul on fire; a connection like ours could never expire.

See, you are the epitome of what a real man should be.
From your strong hands with tender touch, your aggressive nature with vulnerability.

Am I seeking too much in my quest to make you mine?
Without you in my world my light would not shine.
Like the stars in the sky, let us shine together in perfect harmony
a symphony composed of passionate chemistry.
Even if you don’t want it, my heart is attached
The yin to my yang, my perfect match.

In perfect match or perfect catch, there is a big difference.
So we shall be careful with our every inference.
If we are truly meant to be neither of us are caught.
The time we spend is never coerced or fought.

If we are a perfect match, our hearts will naturally attach.

You’d put words to my feelings and a face to my sight.
I’d put meaning in your future and sparkle to your incandescent night.

So be sure not to impose match over catch illegitimately, because what we live and breathe now will ultimately be our legacy

Well well since you put it like that, maybe you are not a match, but a caged reluctant catch

Have I trapped you in my woven net
is what I’m putting on you so easy to forget
Is the milk and honey that I pour in a cup
not sweet enough for you to forever sup
I may be making a fool of myself
Instead of assuming quiet as a stealth
allow me to ask what cards have been dealt
Ill thoughts that my feelings are not the same that you felt

So take this moment to say where do we stand
tell me if you’ll accept this heart in my stretched hand
It is yours for the taking, I’ll follow your every command
If you don’t wish this to be real love to accompany your bids of lust
tell me please regardless of the painful crush
I don’t care to be only an object of your hip thrust
I want to build a foundation of complete support and trust

The thought of you being such an unwilling catch
is burning my eyes cause I thought we were a perfect match.

We slide from the womb, from a dark tight place into a cold hate-filled room. Our mothers coddle while our fathers run full throttle away, why did dad not stay, why did he, why will I stray. A new uncle next May, but it’s me and mom for today. As moms favorite child, sister spites me and inflicts me with bile. So now my mom is a panther with a flirtated prowl, I doubt if she’ll catch one now. Her pheromones are faded, her attitude is jaded, from all that the abuse has created. Now I’m married and not sure if I’ve made it. I sometimes treat what I love as if I hate it. The hunter became the prey, now I wonder if I’ll stay. Its unknown till sons birth one hot July’s Day.

J. Harris 11/09/2009

WOW, nice…stay or stray

Stay or Stray…a poem that is a causes for pause (no pun intended for those panthers) ;Thought provoking and highly intrigueing. Very well written.

As I weave these words across your scalp, I begin to fill up with a feeling of doubt.
When we first met I thanked God for giving what I was wishing, he was paying attention to all my prayerful insisting.

What was Gods true intention, is there such a thing as woman’s intuition
Are you really made of my rib to give me relief, or are you the Bain of my existence wrapped in deceit?

Is it your goal to make me a better person, or are you hear to remind me of the situation as it worsens?

Are you so far gone because of daddy’s absence, or do you expect me to go though past boyfriend relapses?

I don’t understand what you truly want from me, all I can detect consistently is your inconsistency?

I’m having a tough time trying to define what manhood is for my life, manhood in your eye, I must ask you don’t I suffice?

I know we need counseling or a visit from Christ, way before I say “I do” and make you my wife.

So lets sit down and hammer this thing out, because till death do us part is a long time to live with doubt.

*tear* @ Doubt…that’s a really good piece! It came together and caught me off guard at the end…that’s niiiiiice!