Randum Confession: Poem

Life never tasted so sweet until you added yourself into mine.

Leaving foot prints of our future in sanded designs on beaches while cupid's wings blow wind through your hair.

And your kiss takes my breathe away as if I neglect oxygen just so I can live off of your aroma.

I can feel our connections stronger than racism and our affection softer than the clouds angel's sleep on.

There's never a day where my arms do not become chill from the lost of your body heat from when we cuddle.

As I hold you I can't help but to smile feeling that for that moment of time your my lady.

Even though I know the dream will run out of gas and reality will re-position me into the lane you've placed me in.

Trading my heart for a gps so my fear of losing you will never occur.

You're personality found a way to penetrate my wall and your kindness has stole my soul.

Without even knowing it you sometimes mold my life into parks of amusement.

Sending my emotions on a high speed chase roller coaster.

And yet I never search for an exit even when I feel the tears and anger awaiting for their freedom.

Every moment when spend together is another memory burned in furnest of love I have for you.

You are my everything...

You've motivated me...

You've hurt me...

You've supported me...

And you've always been there when needed.

You tell me you love me, which I love you also.

I'm just afraid of falling in it.

-Ricky "Randum" Maeweather

Self Reflection 201: Honest Poem

As an artist there is always room for improvement whether it takes a day to figure out or a decade to find you. There's always something you can learn strengthen your gift and ability. Avoid your comfort zone, present things you don't understand now could possibly better you later on. Which is why I will attempt to write more conscious pieces loaded with truth and emotions. Comedy is my strength now it's time to put my consciousness to the test...

"Letter To Wendy's" (Poem)

I am unable to remember our anniversary date, but I will never forget our first encounter.

The way you smiled at me as I smiled back.

I'm falling fast into your deep blue eyes as if I was swallowed by the sea.

I'm counting and kissing each freckle you possess lost in your galaxy of beauty.

And you are the fallen star my heart noticed dropping from heaven at full speed.

With your fiery red tails of hair swimming through the skies.

Baby everyday my mind marinates in our memories.

Which provoked me to write you this letter.

My letter to you, Wendy's.

I want to live our live's together one step at a time just the way I consume the fries you feed me.

You have me craving your thickness.

I want to grab both of your buns as you walk away from me.

They're like half pound burgers of intimacy.

And I can see our future within your lips as they from the grease when I feed you spicey chicken nuggets.

But don't worry, it's just a five piece.

I know you care about your figure.

But when I stare into thoes soft petals  attatched to your mouth I see our family.

Represented as a potatoe...

As if I was the potatoe holding our son potraying the sour cream.

And you watched over us as sprinkled chives.

I love our son, he's my little baconator.

And I have you to thank for my happiness.

We may have frosty moments and disputes but what relationship doesn't?

I know they won't last forever.

Whether or not I am king you will always be my burger queen and I am loving it because I can have it my way.

I value our love just like your menu.

And if loving you is wrong then I don't want to eat light.

I'm not worried about the cellulite, i'm sure we'll burn it off later tonight.

And this is my letter, to Wendy's.

-Ricky "Randum" Maeweather

Kwanzaa (Poem)

As we cultivate the congradulations of the celebrations, the first fruit never posed so fresh.

And the air taste so sweet.

Where a watch isn't needed to know it is the time of re-assessment.

The time of re-affirming.

And the time of reward.

A mirror made holiday coated with joy as we reflect on our african culture.

School's could never promote the pride the way our seven principles express them.

Utilizing our unity to maintain and strive for what our people persue to protect what we take pride in.

We live our live's lacking labels as we swim through this sea of self determination.

We name, create, and speak for ourselves.

We were born with tongues to explain there is no definition needed to define ourselves.

Proving our responsibilities through collective work with our fellow brother's and sister's.

As people, we process our problems together.
Spreading out our sibling's situations until the solution is solved because our community cares.

Producing profit for our people through love and cooperative economics.

Constructing our businesses together with stores and shops sustaining stability from our support.

A way of preaching our purpose to restore our people back to our traditional greatness.

As we consume each other's creativity.

Coming together as a community to counsel how to make it more amazing and beneficial than we inherited it.

And we finesse our future fuelled by faith.

Following all of our hearts in the righteousness and victory of our people's struggle.

Proving how powerful the heart beat to our principles are.

We are blessed with unity as we show self determination with our collective work and responsibility.

Cooperative economics proves the purpose of our creativity and faith.

Exploiting all seven of these amazing principles through emotion from the twenty sixth of December to the first of January.

A calendar's favorite time to be hung up.

A time to witness our kinara and seven candles learning each night by each light.

A time to celebrate the roots planted from our ancestors and blossomed through their african culture.

A time to let african music roam free over our ear drums.

A time to let our souls dance through our bones.

And a time for celebrating with story telling and eating from the success of livation.

-Ricky "Randum" Maeweather

"The 5 Minute Living Room Poem"

Death awakens new opportunities through their career coffins...

The grim reaper weaps off the accomplishments of Kings and Queens...

While Cats roar loud in jungles justisfying their presence in the natured palace...

Layed down to rest among others at their best...

Hall of fame awards never looked better dressed in black...

With winter time memories hand made through snow flakes frosted and falling into your bowl of thoughts...

The climate giving chills while you chill under the warm cuddled mug of hot chocolate hot spotted wifi applicated cell phones...

Shoveling the success into the ice rink streams where your ice skates and journey met face to face...

Unity needs to be around for infinity...

The support should carry the stress away like the wind whistling through the clouds...

There for one another like a brother or sister....

A ma'am or mister...

Teaming up and making sure no ones down...

Serious moments but still clown around...

And reach the finishline of love to receive the family crown...

-Ricky "Randum" Maeweather

Real (Poem)

Last time I checked we were all born on the same earth.

So i'm not understanding why others feel greater by their wallets and what it's worth.

I mean, I can tell you get money by your style but I been got it.

And if all your money's in your outfit then what the hell is in your pocket?

That's because your controlled by the fads.

If you want to blend in with the rest of the crowd you can have that.

Because that's not even what i'm mad at.

Just don't look down on the next person you see out here trying to better their life to get it back on track.

Cause we don't why they're out here hustling in these streets.

And it's not all about what you see in these movies.

And if you're a real parent, you're going to do whatever it takes for your kid to eat.

And that's real...

I live in a city where bullets roam free while blunts burn.

Drop outs increase while few learn.

We're killing body after body, you would think it's black friday the way we sell out of these caskets and urns.

All built for babies...

Because there's barely anything out here for these kids to do.

That's why they smoke, gang bang, and shoot.

Some parents ignore them while others don't even have a home to go too.

And then we wonder why bad kids act the way they do.

You see, sometimes you just need to watch and listen because it's not always about discipline.

Like thoes kids up in foster care alone fighting all their fears who parents don't really care.

But they make sure that check is there.

And that's what pours out the tears.

Because while you survive off scraps, they eat like royalty.

And a bloodline never defined my family.

I find my loved ones by their loyalty.

Which is hard to come by these days.

That whole blood is thicker than water theory is irrelevant, there's parents out here who disown there children just because they're gay.

But i'm straight and i'm not against gay pride, it's their decision at the end of the day.

So hop off it you hate, and I can care less if you don't invite me to your cookouts because I never liked your food anyway.

The meats be burnt, you potatoe salads dry, it's probably past the expiration date.

The corn is rotten, the buns are moldy, stray animals wouldn't eat off your plate.

And if you're judging women dancing on poles don't, their reason isn't your business to know.

If you're not paying their bills shut the hell up, however they make they money they will.

Because we live in a world where you never know who you can count on and trust in a matter of moments and that's real.

-Ricky "Randum" Maeweather