The Commencement

I kind of drifted into my perfect world with this one but I like this one myself.  I think the way you approach a women says a lot about a man for a first impression in a woman's eyes.  Watching this classic *Just Friends* by one of my favorite male singers (Musiq Soulchild) made me want to write this.  I'm thinking about making this a series so stay tuned..... enjoy!

Excuse me!  I seen you from a far….couldn’t help but notice the way you walk and how beautiful you are.  Can I have a minute of your time to tell you how fine you are?  I know I’m a stranger you just met and this seems bizarre. 

I can tell that you like the finer things and I do too….this is why I choose you.  From the beauty of the snow capped mountains to the blue that reflects off the sea…..Just your simplicity does it for me.

I would like to show you a night out on the town…..from the count of those bags in your hand a little retail therapy…. I can tell that man you have turns your smile to a frown.

Motivated by the fragrance of your perfume….i slowly read into to you….

Let’s stroll to the nearest café and talk about you because I’m so interested in you……where do we begin?  I don’t want to get to personal on the first day….so let’s lighten up the mood over two lattes….one sugar….and a nice day.

 I got you comfortable and a clear mind now it’s time to find out what kind of damage the world  has done inside….I get there will be a mountain I’ll have to climb and a valley that’s low…getting to know you is half the battle but for now let’s take it slow.

She diggin me I can tell….. how she never checks the clock or even checks her cell.  She’s talking about how about how he’s not emotionally in tune and she is getting pushed away…how other dudes be checking for her but she tries to stay faithful but I guess this was my lucky day.

 After hours of conversation it’s getting late and by the conversation we have she has much more to say…..It’s only us and the manager is bugging us to leave so she can close this damn café.  With time not on our side today I can see the disappointment in her face.

  Her phone rings and its him…. she realizes the time… grabs her bags….smiles and says I hope to see you again…I reply I hope to see you too and just dial that number I left you… whenever you pledge sigma…she looked at me confused…. I replied with a smile……. whenever he makes you feel blue.

Play Time

The video below is one of my favorites from ZO! (from Detroit based out of DC) one of The Foreign Exchanges's ( from Durham NC) artist.  the song " Make love to me" ( Sun Storm album) feat Monica Blaire goes good with this poem so check it out.

Shhh!! Tonight I explore your body and take your mind of the worries of the day……..a sacred place.

I know you have much to say……but time is of the essence …..You been ready for this all day……but for now lay on the bed and participate in this game I like to play.

Close your eyes and feel my lips skate across your thighs…..up and down ummmmm so good to my soul…..I’m going for that pot of gold in the middle of your rainbow. 

All I want is to taste your love….drink you nectar until you shake and quiver…..you know you can count on me to deliver….

Those fingers……grippen and that lip starts to quiver…..just hold on for a bit more it gets much better.

My face shining like glitter…..from diving face first into your river…..I’ll swim forever….so tasty!!!

Now your weak from the intro and it’s time to do what I came for….that was just a little foreplay now it’s time to enter your world…..slow…strokes and heavy breathing….I’m in too deep so there is no saving……you…..just lay there and let me satisfy your craving…..with an elevated heart rate I make you keep pace.

I lick my lips to the expressions you make on your face….ummmm!!!! This shit is amazing.  Biting lips and swaying hips I can tell you like it like this.

There it goes….that right leg starts to shake….you looking at me like this is about all I can take.  Screams of faster and vulgar language while I speed up the pace……this means we are in the heat of passion….CLIMAXED!!!..... I can’t budge!

You fall to my chest….with heavy breathing still….with whispers of you’re the best…..the bed is your resting place….from your head to your neck…..you know….Your favorite place.  My finishing touches I listen as your body is laid to rest……sweet dreams.

My Amazing

Here is another one; I thought I would play with yall's imaginations a little bit. This poem describes the kind of woman I think would fit me if i could construct the perfect woman, and her name would be "Amazing."

Under Moon lit grass I lay day dreaming....drifting off to a place where she exist only in my thoughts and dreams.  Amazing love I never knew you in this way....soft to the skin even down to how you hair lays.  I get lost in your word play....so I play with your words... purposeful conversations our words play on paper....amazing pen strokes our words become truth. 

I rather be in an amazing place in an amazing mind state where our love is safe from the tainted thoughts of this place.  Worldly thoughts have no place here...Amazing and interesting conversations....late nights.....early mornings our words dance the night away as if they have not a care in the world.  Not the slightest .....amazing does not know worldly so there for its not worthy.

My Amazing where did you get lips like that?  The color of the morning and wet like the dew you got me entertaining thoughts of " I do's." The power you have over me and that neo soul hair and an attitude that requires a snap of a finger and a slight roll of the neck....I know you mean business but you're still so amazing.

In my dreams you exists with no flaws or faults just long walks and good talks about how one day we will meet in real life.  But for now lets dream where everything seems so right and everything is what it seems; my dream girl I call her my everything.

Andre's word play is crazy in this joint. As a writer I can appreciate the weirdness of his word play.  You have to be open minded when it comes to 3000....that's just my opinion.

Family Ties

Some people take family for granted.  Let's not wait until it's to late to appreciate what God has blessed us with.

You can't help but love your peoples...uncle telling little white lies as the flames of the fire light up the fire place.....my ears jump from conversation to conversation.  Country talking that down south jargen....the smell of food baking in my aunts kitchen bridges hearts between strangers as they come and go.  Strangers but only in spirit but familiar to the eyes.  Various Ideas thrown around of how to catch the next money train with echoes of screams for bordings passes but they have none so I guess its back to square one.

Subliminals go un noticed passed around like blunts as I get high off thoughts of future blessings to come.  Life is too short to worry about things that are uncontrollable...family is the greatest gift you can have they can see you through the bad.....stop the tears when you're sad.  As I sit and write with this pen and pad words seem to come easy and so freely...a mute to the world but through this poetry my pen speaks for me........ you got to love family!

Come Back to Me!

Every man has that one female that will always have a special place in their heart and no other female can claim no matter who he's with. That one woman will always hold that place the current chick can not have.  In my case I definitely have a reserved place in my heart for a particular woman and after 9 years we still feel the same about each other like it was day one.

Hope you enjoy!

I still think about you and write about you until my pen hurts.  It’s a good pain though smiling to myself as I write slow reminiscing about the times we argued and later asked each other what are we fighting for?  I’ll take you hand and place it on my cheek and at that moment I knew I was complete.  Now equipped to stand on my own two feet with my love by my side and satisfaction in my eyes, all that means there was no other woman for me. 

It’s been 9 years since the day you told me you had to leave me; to go back home to that island in the middle of the sea.   One thing I regret is that you never saw that tear drop come out of me. Maybe we can meet again in my dreams you’re so far away but our souls remain connected as one.  In my dreams I run after you but the ground doesn’t seem to move; but the upside to this dream is I’m not allowed to give up on you.

 With nothing but space you can smell the love in this place. So I give chase in hoping to replace this space with beauty and by definition beauty is your face.  You traveled the highways of my heart and paved the way for the women who can’t equal to a woman like you.  My first love I still breathe your name and live for one day we can meet again. 

My angel has taken flight with a promise that her halo belongs to me and our love will always run deep as the sea and as far as the eye can see.  I reply “I see” and I ask a follow up question…. “Can it be for eternity?”  She smiles flashing that heavenly smile then the sun shined and said definitely.

No one can love me the way you have and that what makes me sad… because when that drake song came out I nodded to myself like she was the best I ever had.  These words are starting to flow from my pen because these words are from within.  I’m counting on you to knock at the doors of my heart and I’ll answer and place my finger on your lips and say step in.

Is it a sin to lust after your soul mate but in reality it looks like check mate because I’ve taken you as my queen.  T You mean just that much to me; if our love runs as deep as the sea and as far as the eye can see I’ll send our love in a bottle to you and hope you make it back to me.

                                                                                                                         Justin l. Futrell
She loved this song and its one of my personal favorites as well.

I used to sing this song to her back when JE was dope!

                                                                                                                                                                               

A Better You

I was inspired to write this after watching an MSNBC and watching these 15 16 17 year old boys and girls being locked up for stupid things like running away from home, gang crimes, drugs and stealing a $1.38 can of soda and shooting the clerk because he didn’t want to get caught.  Our prisons are filled with majority of our black brothers and sisters and I’m tired of hearing about kids dying at a young age because they feel like they do not have a family at home and resorting to the streets where they make you feel like you are loved but at a heavy price.




Our own kind slaughtered, our own children murdered.  Sons and daughters with no fathers falling prey to the gutta. Resorting to the belly of the beast; having no choice but to pack the heat.  Single parent households...mothers are finding it struggle everyday to eat and to put shoes on your child's feet.  We tell people practice what you preach isn't that what they teach but you practice making babies and leaving your family to the streets. 

Young women you see them wonder the streets looking for the missing puzzle piece.  so she fills that void with sex, money and drugs but she still weeps.  The tears that she cries leave a river of emotions yet she's still dry inside; wanting to cry but being a woman and black inspired she's much more than what is on the outside. 

Black men I challenge you to take your future kings and queens and build them to be better than you.  Let them know these streets are no place for you. So when that big hand is no longer on the move...you can rest and know you left behind a better you.

                                                                                                                              Justin L. Futrell


check this out.....he sounds like he has the smarts to be anything he wants but the streets got a hold of him.