You

You know I care for you
In ways I can’t share for you
In ways I have days for you
So I can just gaze on you
Gonna spend some time away from you
But that doesn’t mean I won’t dream about you
Got my title in the ring for you
Best believe I’m gonna sing for you
I’m a happy little thing for you
Ye, I tied that little string for you
I won’t give up everything for you,
But Best believe I got everything for you.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

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Lost? The question. 

Walking in the rain wondering how I got here,
The walls are closing in and all I can do is stare.
I don’t know if I’m looking up or down,
The darkness is so profound, it’s like I drown.
Like I’m suffocating in its embrace,
My chest contracts, the blood leaves my face.
Clawing at my chest I pray for a release,
I pray my mind rest in piece.
My one question is whether I desire a temporary escape
Or a permanent restructure of the entire estate.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Familiar Feeling

What does it mean when it feels like home?
When it feels like this is the place, where I became full grown.
But this place is new to me.
The world is a market and I’m just a tiny little grocery,
I’m coming home with you it seems.
I’m now a part of your plot, dreams, art and schemes,
I’m wearing this shoe because it fits.
But now in your home, I comfortably sit.
Your home is now my home, as your love is now my own,
To nurture, until it too, becomes full grown.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Played Out

I try to hold you closer through the night,
I know I can’t think straight when you’re out of sight.
But I think I better let go of you,
So I don’t know what I’m going to do,
But this reckless behavior, it’s bringing me tears.
I can’t control these fears,
Keeps me up through the night,
I’m burning all the lights.
I’m burning at both ends, sending chills through my spine.
You’re playing with my mind, just wishing you were mine.
Thinking back to those days,
Just sway as our song plays.
And as the fire dies,
I feel the warmth in your eyes.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

My Promise

I stand on the other side of this screen, hands stretched.
The desire to do better, to help etched,
Across the worry lines in my forehead,
The light in my eyes ignite, letting you know chivalry is not dead.
Instead I urge you to rest your head on this shoulder,
I’ll be your rock, your foundation your boulder.
I will not waver nor falter in your times of despair,
Hold my hand, I’ll accompany you through hell I swear.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Every Journey Must End

I yearn to inspire,
I burn with desire.
The desire to love,
To live, to laugh.
I craft a place to belong,
But before long
I crash.
Like all good things
I too burn too bright,
I too lose sight of what’s right,
I too put my heart first and drive blind.
I too find,
True.
Love.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Illustrations of the Heart

I’m a poet don’t you know it,
I’ll give you a part of my soul low and behold I’m me.
Every pen stroke and ink on that page is me,
Every canvas soiled with color is me,
What you see is me.
What you feel as the words choke you is me.
That feeling like the air is retreating from your lungs, that’s me.
Those tears in your eyes…
That hole in your heart…
The fire, you no longer can even think to start.
The blood you now see,
The body laying limp on the floor,
The “do not disturb” sign on the door,
This message…
…That’s me.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Longing

I know our hands may never meet but my soul yearns for you.
I know our eyes may never meet but my love is true.
I know you’ll never feel my breath in your neck like before,
But I’m sure I’ll never forget you, I’m your Christian you’re my dior.
As surely as the sun sets on every day,
Nothing will ever get in my way.
Eventually your hands will nestle in mine again,
Eventually you’ll be more than lovers or best friends.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Longing

I know our hands may never meet but my soul yearns for you.
I know our eyes may never meet but my love is true.
I know you’ll never feel my breath in your neck like before,
But I’m sure I’ll never forget you, I’m your Christian you’re my dior.
As surely as the sun sets on every day,
Nothing will ever get in my way.
Eventually your hands will nestle in mine again,
Eventually you’ll be more than lovers or best friends.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Nightmare 

One would think with reality being a nightmare I would embrace sleep.
But that would be an unfounded leap,
I’m bound to the land of the living as a new bird to its nest.
Or land of the existing for I can’t seem to take off this vest,
I can’t seem to spread my wings,
I can’t seem to beat my chest,
I can’t feel these amazing things,
I can’t seem to forget the past,
Which night will be my last?

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016