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Poetry
To Be Yours…
To be your dime
To be your wife
To be your lady
To be your bitch
To be your dick sucking slut on the late night….
Don’t know why nothing would make me more pleased than to bath you & watch you air dry on my knees….loving you down as we please….
I would rub your manhood with coconut oil
Press almond butter into your upper body….
Taste you
Tease you
Nothing more than to please you..
A little hunny on my clit for when you want something sweet for your lips.
69 in between time & time again we bust nuts on each others chin…..
1.2.3.4 hundred lifetimes before
My ancient future lover and I
only stop to begin again…
a.brown
Korey Crumpe( 2013)
Age.31
Location Houston, TX
Talents: writer, poet, spoken word artist, comic, play writer,
songwriter, motivational speaker, quot writer, actor, author, and manager.
Achievements: 9 Time SWAC champ in outdoor track, cross country, indoor track. Southern University of Baton Rouge class of 2005. I have a Journalism Degree and Minor in History.
Goals: To reach the world with positive thinking, and teach others to create ways to be better. i will do this
by writing, speaking, acting, teaching, comedy, poems, quotes, and more.
Motivation: I am motivated by many people throughout history. My biggest motivation comes from wanting to see a change in the world and know it is going to come with hard work and faith in God and I want to be
part of that.
Why a book?
The book was a must and is long overdue. I have people who have been waiting a few
years for it. The book is not just for me but for the world to open up their mind and think while creating new
ways to b a better person. There will be two books out this year. The 1st one is a book of poetry and
quotes call sunglasses in the rain. The 2nd book will be out in December .
How did you get started with your other projects?
Well I got started in comedy because people kept calling me a comedian. So I gave it a shot. The speaking came by a Coach T asking me to talk to some kids while I was in college and I loved it so I kept it up and more people came my way. The spoken word came because I enjoy writing poetry and I love hitting the stage so that was a no brainer.
Why combine your passions instead of keeping them separate?
I had to combine them together to give people a full show plus jokes, and knowledge at the same time. Spoken word, comedy, quotes, book signing, acting skits, singing, and more.
Your known for helping others as well who are you showing support to right now & why?
Chad Howard is a up and coming Gospel artist for Elijah’s Mantle Music Group. He is a good guy who loves God and soon the world will know him. Vivian brown Lewis author of the book DIVINED MOTIVATIONAL MINISTRIES a very good uplifting book. She is sign with One Touch Production . Rodney Warner A One Touch Production artist also. Bishop Nathaniel Stampley my uncle who is the President/Senior
Bishop at Least of These International Ministries and Pastor at Heritage International Ministries COGIC. He have several books out. Author Dorothy Sells Clover author of the book cornucopia. And I support you. Korey Crumpe
How do you think the arts can help the youth of today if it was in schools like it was back in the day?
It would help them in so many ways. Spoken words is a great way to express yourself without being told how to do so. The kids today in many case are not given the chances to be creative like we was. Now a days everything is time and on paper for the kids and the video games and phones.
How does traveling keep you from losing focus when it comes to your writing?
Well traveling open up my eyes and mind in new ways by seeing new things and meeting new people. The joy of creating can expand when you are introduced to different people and places.
If you had the chance to put 4 authors into every school system who would they be? What type of work & why?
Well I would tell them to be yourself, have your own style, and compare yourself to know one. Then last I would tell
them to have fun and enjoy the moment. This is for comedy and spoken word.
When did you start writing poetry?
I started writing poetry at the age of 16 and found my 2nd love because food was my 1st.
What advise would you give a virgin to the mic?
I would tell them to speak clear, take your time, be yourself, enjoy the moment. if you mess up keep going no one knows your poem but you so keep moving along play it off.
Where do you see poetry in general in the next 5 years?
I see it growing even bigger then people on the outside and in the poetry seen could ever dream it could be. tv, radio, more mainstream mags, and maybe its own network.
What type of work do you think you are more known for?
I am most know for my breaking down things and making anyone who is around understand the lesson. I am a teacher who writes and talk, at the end of the day. so I do this threw writing, spoken word, speaking, comedy, and more.
If you could create a book of poetry working with every inspirational person that means a lot to you who would they be & what type of poetry would you do with each one?
My uncle Nate for sure would be number one he has touch my life and so many ways more then anyone would ever know. I tribute poem. next my parent a love poem, my real dad a life lesson poem, he taught me a lot about himself and me even though I grew up out the house from him.
Contact Kory Crump at…..wisewords82@yahoo.com, http://www.facebook/wise-words, wisewords82@twitter.com
Poetry
“Dressed Up”
God says that he dresses the flowers that only last but for a short time, and we are much more than the flowers…
so will he not adorn us in beauty as well? So why do we keep trying to dress ourselves…with misleading charm, deceit, promiscuity, and a bunch of non-virtues that taint the image of a woman, and conceal who we really are,
who God created us to be. He looks to us in disappointment, asking why we ever felt like his wardrobe for us wasn’t good enough. He dressed us in virtue and we replaced it with foolishness, he dressed us in righteousness and we replaced it with wretchedness, he dressed us in beauty and we replaced it with
unwarranted insecurity..It’s like we’ve taken off our value and replaced it with nothingness, and we compensate by seeking power through seduction and manipulation, letting Satan transform our hearts to favor that of Jezebel’s…like we’re naked in the garden of Eden like Eve, all of the worst parts of us, tattooed to our souls by this world, exposed with a bad attempt to cover them up with makeup, jewelry,
and fancy clothes. How could we look in the mirror and like what we see, yet hate what we’ve become…we move so fast, we have no time for healing, and so we settle in concealing our blemishes with self-justification, denial, and a disposition of defensiveness…But God can see us #nofilter. And yet he STILL loves us. When will we come back to him and let him adorn us once again with his grace
and the beauty that only he gives…from the inside out. Healing all the scars that we seek to cover and giving us no more reason to hide. Clothing us with strength and dignity…striding in wisdom, raising our spirits higher than the heels we walk in. With confidence in him, rather than in our ever-wardrobe-changing, malfunctioning selves. Giving us stability so that we can continue to
walk with him and stop falling to our faces in self-afflicted pain. Crowned with God’s beauty and ravishing in his treasures. The world’s beauty is fleeting and temporary; God’s beauty brings honor and is everlasting. What will you allow to adorn you?
By: Tori K
Poetry
Free Fall
I know that you’re scared
Silently wondering what would happen if you just let go
Released your grip on all your pride and insecurities and fell into my arms
You want to know if I’ll catch you
And honestly, no I won’t
I’d rather free fall with you
Forgetting all the forces trying to bring us down,
And focusing on the ones attracting us to each other
I want to hold you close enough to feel the butterflies panicking in your stomach
And whisper secrets in your ear soothing enough to make their wings stand still
I want you to look into my eyes and forget the ground is beckoning us
Then close yours as my lips touch your skin
The sound of the wind rushing passed us blocked out by the sound of our breathing
Hearts racing from the heat of passion instead of fear as we brace for impact
Don’t release me until we hit the surface
And if I roll over to find you’re not awake, I’ll resuscitate you with a kiss
Then take you back into the sky so we can fall all over again
Or maybe I’ll roll you over onto my chest and let my heart sing you lullabies as you sleep
Either way I’ll still be here when you wake
I promise not to leave your bed emptier than I found it
If you swear not to forget me in the morning
Don’t regret me when it’s done
I don’t want to be your mistake
I wanna be your release
I’m only here because you need me, and I’ll be gone when you don’t
Just don’t reject me out of fear of what tomorrow will bring
I’m the only dream that will still be here when you open your eyes
By: Brandi Demars
Misery Needs Company
I always knew that love was a waste of time
You promise someone forever then you change your mind
You break your own heart and call it fate
Then go right back again and make the same mistake
I can see the pain in your face as I look into your eyes
Staring intently as if I could count every goodbye
And there’s an attraction here between us that you can’t deny
I can’t alleviate the pain but I can pacify
Baby let me be your addiction I swear I can ease the pain
I want to be the chemicals that course through your veins
Let’s get high off of these toxic embraces we share
Inhaling this passion like fumes in the air
Love and pain are synonymous so let’s just thrive on desire
Igniting the flames in our eyes with passion burning like fire
With trembling hands caressing each other cautiously
Trying to keep our souls from intertwining and entangling between these bed sheets
I’ll be your temporary savior, let me be your heroine
I’ll make you forget the hurt, and take you higher than you’ve ever been
Let me be your pain killer, when you need to be alleviated
I’ll make your troubles disappear and leave you inebriated
Let’s get strung out on each other, I’ve got the fix you need
Let me infiltrate the chemicals in your brain so all you think about is me
I want to be your latest obsession, a morbid infatuation
The toxicity of our passion, inducing blissful sensations
I’ll be your silent suicide, your slow spiral into destruction
Come be my martyr, I’ll kill you softly and comfort you with seduction
I want to be wrong for you in all the right ways
A saccharine flavored poison, sweet to the taste
Planting cocaine kisses on lithium lips
We soar high above our problems on these acid trips
Which we take away from our lives and into one another
Each time the rush is daring us to go further
See I’m married to danger but still in love with misery
Had an affair with loneliness but it’s never really good company
So I spend my nights with you and wake up to insecurity
And waste my days hiding from regret in the arms of denial because she comforts me
And I just need you to be my latest disaster in my compilation of current mistakes
Because temporary highs are the only things I know that can take the pain away
Let’s be hopeless together, and drown ourselves in misery
Unlike love she won’t forget us, and leave us longing for what used to be
See love is good for optimism but will never get you far
Because all good things come to an end, but evils always die hard
By: Brandi Demars
Poetry
Foundation
May your souls be forever intertwined
An ageless love grows like a rose vine
A foundation built on love alone
Together once again, the heavens you can rome
He was called home first to find a place
Never leaving your side, you were kept in good
grace
As he watched over you, always keeping you safe
Knowing one day that you would take your place
Beside your king as his queen to lay the founda-
tion
For your family to return, a written manifestation
Though it was hard seeing you leave us all alone
We know that one day, we will soon return home
Our tears of grief are only momentary
As life goes on, I’ll admit it gets kind of scary
That we will be called home to see you all again
We live in your memories which will never end….
By… Tee Merriweather
The Kiss by: Karmel
He touched me
Held me
His lips caressed mine
Arms enveloped
me from behind
So I turned
To give him full access
Craving so much more than
a simple caress
So he kissed me
It started as a
flutter across my lips
His tongue darting
out taking little licks
Obviously he liked the taste
Because his tongue became a key
That easily unlocked me
I lost all thought of time
Forgot where I was and why
Nothing existed except he and I
His lips never left me
but my clothes did
No part of me from him was hid
From my lips he
slowly made his way south
Generous and attentive
He lingered over every part
I swear he was trying to taste my heart
The way he kissed my breasts
He could’ve stopped there and
I would’ve been satisfied
He was the moon controlling my tide
My waters rose and fell to
the rhythm of his lips
He moved lower at a leisurely pace
Ignoring my pleas to please
He mumbled this isn’t a race
Taking slow laps around my navel
He saturated my sheets
Had me panting like a dog in heat
And his lips had still not left my body
This was still the same kiss
From lips neck to navel not
one spot had he missed
He finally found his way to my lower lips
I wanted to run but he gripped my hips
And drank like a man dying of thirst
I wanted to tap out but this was only the first
Kiss
There would be plenty more
He drowned my kitten and made my body
soar
On currents of unexplainable bliss
I get weak every time I think of that kiss
YOUR EYES
I see love and pain in your brown eyes ,I see the bit-
ter and the sweet, I see the world in your eyes, I
see the future and a roller coaster ride of emotions,
I see a clear vision of tears flowing of happiness
and sadness,
Is that life as we know it and really not knowing
what’s going to happen next shapes our destiny,
Your eyes speak to me and tell me that you don’t
want to hurt no more and
that you don’t want to feel pain and that you don’t
trust anymore, Your eyes, Your eyes, I love them for
being so honest to my eyes,
As I see tears forming on your lashes ,I wiped them
away with my strong hands and told you with my
eyes, That you will be loved now ,You will be safe
now, You will be loved now, Because its our eyes
now !
Tavis © 10/25/2011
Poetry
This is a series of poems from a poet’s therapy session with a pen, paper and a mic
The morning after
God!
Help me get the scent off me
Water won’t do it, because it won’t reach my brain!!!
What happened to me last night?
Why did that happen?
What did I say?
What did I not say?
Was it my clothes?
My makeup?
My attitude?
The sun rises
The sky is bright of blues and whites
But, I can’t see the brightness through the tears
My body aching but still numb
Brain confused
Heart destroyed and my
Mind won’t let me forget last night
I have bruises in area’s I would never let an unloved one see, let alone touch.
Throbbing pain yet hoping no praying I left more marks on him than what was given to me
But still knowing I got it worse.
Because it’s the morning after
God willing no one can see what was done if I cover myself up right
By: Lady D
Momma’s pride and joy
Is tearing away her clothes or holding a gun to her head just to get off what makes you more desirable?
Do you think taking away a woman’s dignity and trust is what makes you a man?
Does raping women make your momma proud???
Our spirits & minds are changed & will never be the same
You leave us in fear to leave our homes or to believe the next guy that comes out way
Your momma must be so happy,
She put something on this Earth that wants to destroy her sex!
Crush our spirits…kill our souls all because you can’t control or handle us!
Your momma SHOULD be proud!!!
She brought up a determined man.
Not afraid to go after what he wants!
But little does she know
He loves to hate & rape
He doesn’t want to put in the effort to be liked by us
No see willingly is a turn off,
see he prefers to take because it’s way too much fun to watch us cry in fear
He likes to see the struggle, feel the fight hoping we give up and just pretend he’s that prince charming instead of the horror from what happened that night.
Looking into his momma’s eyes saying “I had a GREAT night!”
When she asked where did you go?
Because she saw a hate crime on TV and was worried about her baby!
Saying how sad she feels for that girl’s mother trying to find a way to console her daughter’s pain
But little does she know, you caused her pain & it’s your hatred the TV showing across town because she doesn’t know you already went through her neighborhood!
One Question?
Does this makes your momma
proud?
BY: Lady D
Wicked faith
Bible study was a bright light in my day until you came
Told to trust you and I believed you & others that there was nothing wrong with you.
My mind wouldn’t allow me to accept that this is what God wanted.
That I deserve it on holy grounds
The evil that was next to me and all I could hear was God yelling
“my child think!?!”
Smart wit made the event a sad story to tell but a story I lived through to warn others of people like you
Pastor son with the gun
Always wondered why me, till the mutual friend says he has had a crush on you for years…. but I didn’t think he show you that way???
I new he changed but I forgot to tell you when I left you with him. Opps my bad.
Mathew, Peter, Paul where are you all???
It feels like you all just walked away.
Years pass yet it stays with me how I’m the sin? I’m the evil that made him disgrace the church….. I’m the one who told the truth and for that I got cast as the demon.
God will never forgive you!
Heavens doors will be shackled shut in front of you!
Oooh what a beautiful faith I have
To know humans words are not what I believe but yet can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt me.
But I grew up happily nevertheless
With people who do there best to remind me that faith isn’t wicked but loving, honest & understanding.
My faith never broken just scared.
It took one man to remind me that God loves you through good and bad. Helps you get through the sadness and smiles with you in happiness.
One day I will tell my friend how God placed him in my life and why he was his reminder to me to see.
He’s still there and it’s ok to go back. Just breathe and remember I’m not alone and he has others besides himself watching over me.
No anger
No tears
Just the last steps to moving on from wicked faith
By: Lady D
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