The Perfect Girl

I met the perfect girl today
she screamed my name in the silent bookstore
Her self and mine
Spoke for a young sweet time
her hat said that she was confident
A modest pride
a wide brim around a round brown face
Like a sunflower
It topped off her aura
That of a walking sunshower
hot but cool
Like a florida beach in January
beautiful above all
Very
I sat back with a natural smile
and watched her browse
her dress said aloud
that she was free
like the wind when it blew the draping denim
a breath of fresh air
from colorless, odorless, toxic, tasteless women
like nectar in the place of venom
So i stood up and approached her for a closer look
Juggling guns, germs, and steel and two poetry books
I never got to see what she was reading
her face said hi without speaking
Her eyes beaconed out to mine
then whispered that they held the sort of truth i need to find
Her brow was full and thick but trim
but not trimmed shallow or thin
her lips, wet and suple
but traced a smile instead of spelling trouble
they spread to show perfect pearly whites
in rows
like windows
for me to see her inner beauty from the outside
all in a smile
she reminded me of Lauryn Hill
their names are even similar
The connection felt like it could've been sort of real
I actually stumbled over some words
but she smiled at my persistence
my heart was racin
she said she liked my name
right before she told me she was taken...
shakin my head
not a shock...

but a shame.

Guns and Roses

I wrote this on the city bus in Raleigh, North Carolina

Age is not added, it is made
It comes slowly but once you have it, it stays
With time's passage
I smoothly removed the rose colored glasses
With one cool pull
But now, when I look out at the world
I just see red
Like a bull
I see empty evil and beauty full
A gun rests beneath a flower
Equally beautiful
Flowers start as buds and blossom up
from the monotonous green
The American dream
Complete
Imposing rosy abstract beauty
to the bloody concrete streets
Guns paint the city red
not alone tho,
not alone
Guns are not killers
They merely represent power
Which can be abused or misused
Simply a tool,
The both of them, beauty and power
I am a gun
I am a flower

War on the Moon

On July 25th, 2010 I wrote as a status, GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE PLEASE!

my brother responded:
D.J. Rogers: When I'm struggling to come up with an idea I sometimes take an image or a metaphor and build around it instead of trying to write about a certain idea or concept. Since I'm looking outside right now, the two words that come to mind are "moon" and "thunderstorm" lol

and another person responded:
Latoya Sanders: Add a sci-fi twist to sumn ordinary.

took over a month, but I present to you...

Nai-jeer Watson's
War on the Moon
From the Melee of a Manic Mind
The moon and the war that takes place there symbolize the manic state of a manic-depressive pysche. Earth represents the state of normalcy that not many who suffer from this disorder ever get to enjoy. Read behind the lines and enjoy!



Get real scared, real fast
You're lookin' at a big bad goon from the moon
Yea
You listenin' to a tale of two worlds
that lies behind words
only seen by those who know to observe.
When it rains on earth,
when it floods whole cities,
holds up arks,
creates rivers on which lovers and friends drift apart
What that is...
is our tears
from fighting through the years.
But the sun shines on my tears of joy,
in the mist of the war.
Gunpowder sunshowers
waft on the flowers
and wait on the power.
You see lightning in the air,
thats how fast we're moving;
You hear thunder,
that mean i started losing.
I'm from the moon, district 9
we just call it the 9.
We got you up to a nine
900 miligrams of the stuff they put in batteries;
thats how we do it on the moon.
But doin that everyday,
over time:
that'll take a toll on a moon man's mind,
make me drift through space
back down there to your kind.
Not to mention it gives me nightmares.
They can put it in a moon man's blood
but it cant change a moon man's heart.
I fell in love with the war.
Not too long ago
I had only seen earth,
never been before.
All there's been is me,
some prayer,
some sin,
and this war.
They dope me up because they say I shouldn't be a soldier no more.
They say I lost my mind...
because I was in the war
waist deep
Shooting fire forty feet
no graivity; nothing i couldn't reach
burning everything i could see
Thats normal to me
They say if i go up again and fight without help in the war
I'll die for sure
and I dont know
Whether to come or go
All I know is i'm getting sick from drifting from place to place
The moon is a part of me
The moon is like another part of my mind
Polar opposite from the earth,
but I cant tell which is better.
Understandingly, doesn't matter what kind of home a child comes from
A child is still gon' yearn for home
Talent out of this world
Gon' have life cheesy easy, on a spoon
But they didn't know I was getting the milk for that craft from the moon
Now,
behold,
The cow
BOW!
I dont go back to the war to win
There aint no winner its just continuous
But its so splendid
So dangerous
Infinitely
More suited for me
Space suit for me
I dont take their dope
I just keep fighting this war on the moon...