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(Greg Shrug)

Soopa. Out.

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Hello there! It's been quite some time since I've posted to this blog. I've been quite busy in Charlotte (I'll explain at a later date #GregShrug) Much has happened within the past year and the poetic and human growth that has taken place as a result is real. The following poems are some of the most recent pieces I've completed and edited that can attest to that. Hopefully you enjoy! Please leave a comment or two. I can take constructive criticism as long as you're not throwing shade. haha

Also, while these poems have been posted I'm currently in the works of creating an entirely new blog... Stay tuned for the announcement of the new site!

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Superman. Out.

My Kids, My Everything

The kids in my hood are my everything

It brings me joy when I hear their laughter
When they play games in the street
When they introduce each other to the new kid
When the ground shakes
from all the movement their tiny feet make
it brings a grin to my face

Although they have their biological parents
I'm everyone's Pop on this block
And my kids are my everything

So on those really hot days
When the steam is rising up from the pavement
When the heat from that fireball in the sky
proves to be unbearable
That's when I become
Popsicle Pop
Ice Cream Dad

Go to the fridge
Grab all the cool and refreshing treats
Walk outside
and pass them all out to
everyone that wants one

I'm not a kid kidnapper
or a really creepy dude or anything
I just love my kids and their laughter
and I want them to have everything
Because my kids are my everything

I've been here for as long as anyone can remember
So there's no secret about what I do
I do what I do
because I have the means to
As well as a humongous heart too
So it hurts twice as hard
When the group disperses
after receiving what's been given
and only one or two
will actually take the time
to look me in my eyes and say
Thank you 
Thank you for quenching my thirst 
For handing me the elixir 
that evaporates the evil in my existence 
You didn't have to do this 
But you do it anyway

I had a son myself some time ago
and he was taken from this world
from the very people I sought to help
This is no different from today
I love my kids and for their future
I'm hopeful
But it irks me when
they're ungrateful

I don't have to cool them down
I don't have to bless them
But I do
because they're my kids
and my kids are my everything

I just wish they'd be a little more appreciative
I just want a hug, a high five, something!
Don't act like I'm not here
Don't act like you got yourself out of the fire
Yes you have power and favor
because you know me
but don't abuse me

I'm here for you
but should I be
with all the trouble you get into?
Didn't think so
But regardless of the weather
I'll still be here
on the block
passing out popsicles of peace
giving out inspiration ice cream and
distributing hopes and dreams
just to hear my children's laughter

I can do that
because after all
I am God
and you,
my kids, are my everything

Killed Cats

"What are you doing?"

It's the question I get asked the most

when me and my "Rachel McAdams" are alone

I'm sure people don't mean to cockblock

but I don't think they've realized what they've stopped

I'm cool though

I'm kind though

So I tell them

"I'm writing poems"

The reaction is always the same

Wide eyes and short gasps occur

when they try to grasp the concept that

I'm doing what I said

It's almost like they don't believe me

Almost like I look like I shouldn't be

painting feelings to my canvas

No worries

No biggie

I've learned curiosity can be a muthaf*cka

and you'd be surprised how many cats I've killed

just for being nosy

Cut Off

"It ain't nothin to cut that b*tch off"

Am I wrong for liking that song?
Because truer words have never been spoken
A heart that's been broken
as many times as mine
has got to grow cold at some time

And here I am
Cold
Ruthless

No disrespect to women
but if you not about adding value to me
then the scissors have to appear
Sometimes this requires a spear
or a sword
Whores will never be associated with me again

The Noah in me has arrived

I'm striving to be a king
and a good king
has a great queen
I believe I've met one

So peasants and pretty wanna-be princesses
get lost
You might think you're a queen
But I'm witnessing one now
And it's that one unloyal and unroyal trait
that has gotten broads cut off

Celebration (May 21, 2014)

"You know what this is
It's a celebration b*tches!"

Are you ready?
No negative thoughts tonight
No worries about work tonight
Tonight is my night
and yours too

The whole crew's in here
This is my new years
Excuse me while I celebrate my life
Pardon me for being happy I'm still alive
You don't know my story
but I'm bathing in my glory

So put your drinks up
Cut the music up
I hope you left your f*cks and cares at home
Cause there will be none given or taken tonight

This is a celebration
Forgive your past
Appreciate the fact it didn't last past
where you are now
Forget what you're going through now
At least for tonight

No sad faces tonight
Your mind is only in one place for the night
Get right
Get live
Get Soopa
Get happy
Love life

Because it's my day
Your day
Everybody's day
and the celebration tonight
is here to stay

Pieces

My heart
My spirit
They're shattered glass
that's been scattered past
the sands and oceans

I wrote that in a poem once
Never did I think something I wrote
to describe myself
would or could be applied
to someone else
on this level

And then I met you

I caught it early too
I found it interesting how
the songs that played between us
the ones we verbally danced back and forth to
they all referred to that one past love

The one we were supposed to spend
the rest of our lives with
The one that had that kung-fu grip on our hearts
our lives

And without warning
without a disclaimer
without any gratitude
they let go
and lit the fuse
Then boom

Our worlds were obliterated
decimated, demolished
Even after we accepted the fact
we were bombing victims
we were still broken beyond comprehension
To the point where all that's left now
are pieces

I see a bit of myself in you
No not sexually
I'm lying
Definitely sexually
But I mean it more spiritually
We are puzzles left incomplete
Trying to figure out what the picture
that is our future is supposed to be

I don't know your whole story
and you don't know mine
and maybe we're not supposed to
But I do know I hope our pieces become intertwined
And I'm able to help you put yourself back together
and vice versa

We'd like to think they hurt us
No, they helped us
They were the storms that rained down on the soil
that was our souls
and moved away
so the sun rays can beam on us
and make us grow

I already see you as a beautiful tulip
but I believe you could one day be a tree
like me
or at least that's what I'm trying to be

Hopefully it's not for a short season
but our snapped shells met and melded together
for a reason
and for that
I'm eternally grateful
My mind screams at the top of its lungs

"Thank you"

You are not only a breath of fresh air
You're a sweet sigh of relief
Someone that understands me
when I wrote in a poem once

I'm a million piece jigsaw puzzle
waiting to be labeled complete