We R Who We R

In 1980, the foundation was solid, hearts were filled, joy was released

peace had been found a new entity was in town.

Growing up not knowing how he felt was considered wrong he clawed

and he clawed but ultimately felt all alone.

Then it came, teenage years hit like a brick, hygiene less than perfect

fitting in was the goal, slowly selling his soul.

The property fell in decay, all that promise slowly started going away

he had much to say but didn’t feel safe enough to say it.

Oh, many people tried to get behind the wall others just teased

family plus friends et all.

Shut down, anti social, a brick home no foundation just a lot of furniture

send people away it’s for the best don’t you see the S on this chest?

Late 20’s a merger was announced, spirit and joy came to rescue your boy

and things started turning around.

It shows what happens when investing in yourself because let’s face it, it could be no one else

that will take care of things like you can.

Are things perfect not at all he’s still scared to fall but knows there’s a net

and a light that never fails and likea great angelic spirit this dude will prevail.

©CaesarMarques 2016

Stronger With Each Tear…A Poem

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When one opportunity leaves and the door closes

how do you get through? The strife and the stress you can’t maintain

and you don’t want to be that friend who always complains.

Life comes at you hard and crying seems to show you’ve let down

your guard. Sure people want to help and their intentions are pure

but the well seems so deep and the heart seems to endure

all the expectations of yourself and the people around trying

and sometimes falling the tears of a clown. You never know how

strong you have to be when you have no choice say it loud and proud

that’s why you have a voice. I speak for those dudes who doesn’t like

vulnerabilities to show and want to maintain a life that’s awesome from

the word go. Strength is in your head, in your heart and your muscles

you flex them all. Sometimes you get tired and you just want to ball

It’s okay and it’s alright we all will live to see another day just to win the

fight to get out of bed, to take care of business and take care of yourself

We only get one life to live and from personal experience this life is

something else.

Asking for Help…A Poem

I crave being independent, however I was faced with the fact that

I cant do it alone. It hurts my heart because I thought independent

was a part of being grown.

Some parts of me despise asking for help because I’m strong, I’m a man

I’m supposed to deal with the cards I’m dealt that’s the plan

The universe works in mysterious ways, I can’t count how many times

I’ve prayed for luck, love and favor so I can enjoy this life and savor

the good and the bad the happy and the sad.

I’m learning to let go of being strong on my own

help is there to guide me and not take over, learn all I can from as

many people before you know life is over. I’m still a work in progress.

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Life in Bold Print…a poem

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Louder she says, project your voice let the world hear your noise

Manly the magazine says, wear this, drink that, and please

don’t be seen in public in that hat. So many ideals on who to be

when is it okay to just be me? The musicians put lyrics to songs singing

about fighting for your rights and trying to belong. The examples are

numerous and the fakes are grand, please can I LIVE man? I’m so tired

of following what you think I should be I’m old enough to know that it’s

alright and just fine with me. Fat, skinny, hairy or bald beauty comes one

size fits all. Lets start a revolution and be bold in our resolution to

celebrate our flaws because without them there’s no rhyme or reason at

all. I’m not angry just prepared to show the world how much I care,

about what you think and who you want me to be and I dare you to say all

men are created free. Be Bold Be Proud Be You because in this life its

all you can do.

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Gratitude Cometh…A Poem

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My sistah oh how you can work my nerves

but never in my life do I think I deserve a better champion

in my corner than you, I’m so grateful

My cuzzo oh how you inspire me to be me at all times

love my life since meeting you, eating with you and sharing good times

with you. Grateful is my heart when you call to check up on me

My bestie thanks for being that listener and that voice to tell me

what I need to hear, is it fate that we met at the time that we did?

I cherish our conversations because lord knows I’m not the easiest

to love being moody and all but my gratitude for your shall never fall

The many people who have graced my life through work, school and play

I just want to say, you’ve made my story so much better for having spent

time with you. I’m forever grateful.

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Hope……A Poem

There was never a time I didn’t strive for the best

want the most, love with all my heart

There was never a time I couldn’t find a song

that spoke my heart and kept my world from falling apart

There was never a time that when I felt so unsure of my place

someone or something didn’t remind me of his love and his grace

There were many times I sought comfort in food

delighting in the fact that it would never do me any harm

Through the presence of mind I leave fear far behind and

take the step into destiny where I can find

Hope for the future, hope for my life, hope for my finances

so when buying something I don’t have to think twice

I dream in colors not many people can see, Divine, Grand

Bright as can be.

Purpose…….#poetry

 I made a decision of which there is no turning back
      It was for my own good
      I complained about life, and knew i had to make a choice
      Stay silent or use my voice.
      The problem is I have so many interests
      Where do I start? of which interest to pour my heart?
      Take one step at a time they tell me
      I just pray my heart doesn't fail me
      Like many people I don't want to feel defeat
      I want enough money so I can eat
      Good, Feel great have a roof over my head.
 
      This too shall pass, my indecision goes away
      The riches will come when I find a way
      To pursue my passions and not let doubt get in the way
      I pray everyday for the universe to guide my steps
      I love the freedom to decide what I can do and can't do
      So I ask the universe....
      Let my true life find me and open my mind to guide me
      to a place or occupation that my heart and pockets will
      love This I wish on the stars above.

Music that uplifts….Part 2 #poetry

 All day noise, people talking to me, O please just leave me be
       headphones where are you i feel you calling my name, put you in
       this is where my smile begins. Put on that new Janet or Jessie J
       I'm confident these ladies and their grooves have something to say
       if i wanna feel on top of the world, maybe Brandy can help
       or a dose of Jay Z let his cool rhymes and intricate wordplay work on me.
 
       Whatever the mood music can help, hey put on Missy and Tim they got beats
       just enjoy yourself. When you wanna hear vocals for days, I put on Pink
       Whitney, Luther or Mariah music so good goes down like babies and pacifiers
     love music nothing can compare, I may even listen to Bach well maybe on a dare
       Headphones won't let me go, I'm in another world. Lyrics speak my heart
       Melodies speak my soul, Music is a gift, a gun to my head lock and load
        music never gets old and it never will.

Cold but softer inside; Me……#Poetry

 He observes all    
      to be of this world         
 a sensitive soul
      with stories untold      
 he likes to think that     
 nobody cares but wonders
      why people stare        
  while searching for a      
 friendly warmth in his eyes
      they get a surprise      
 coldness from a harsh world   made him get a disguise
      the cold front that he    
 puts on is to keep people     
 at bay or so he doesn't
     feel when people spew hate all said and done emotion
 comes easy like switching 
     from cold water to hot     
 Show him your true soul       and he will open up 
      like anyone a temper       that smolders,
 he's a good   man with protective armor
     that's the coldness         you think he harbors    
     he observes all to be of 
     this world a sensitive soul with stories untold the man the myth
 but all me.

** Some background about this poem. I’m a very private most of the time shy person until i get to know someone. I really don’t like small talk at all and deep conversations with people are a turn on. Who are we kidding though, this can be a harsh world for people who are considered different in any way shape or form. Growing up LGBT and knowing it but afraid to tell made me get an exterior that didn’t match my interior life. That’s where the first and last line come into play “He observes all to be of this world a sensitive soul with stories untold”.

Does a body good…#poetry

 When a workout is done you're the only one you're my
thirst quencher, my throat tickler, my stomach filler, my muscle builder
you're what the experts say I should drink every day.
I see you through the glass glistening drops of perspiration over the bottle
I grab you, cold grips my hand. I'm sure most people can understand.
The taste incredible, I don't wanna let you go 
Gulp after gulp after gulp now you're gone.
You're taste inspires, oh how I admire
A cold glass of chocolate milk.

**For this assignment we had to write about the flavor of something in a way that says its gone, kind of like a eulogy (in poetry its called elegy). I just not too long ago finished working out and i enjoyed some chocolate milk afterwards and thought why not. It may seem silly to some (the poem I mean) but it is what it is. So please enjoy and grab some chocolate milk while you’re at it.

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