Window Pain Pt. 1

With the game at an all time high level of lame…somehow through it all its still managed to stay the same…technology is the only thing that changed….putting a damper on the economical climate…with people who have the mental potential to move mountains…yet they’re too afraid to climb it…instead they remain seated as deep as that pit in their stomachs…as the truth run towards them…they’re hell-bent on running from it…nowadays we’d rather facebook than face books….opting to not see the obvious…later to be an object of oblivion…come take a look through my window pain….where the youth peep tweets…from the rich..with only an objective to follow..and the leaders are twits…the path is a dead end…the misdirection is a whirlwind of misfortune…gone are the days in the world when…our leaders didn’t run toward computers but rather marched for injustice against their fellow man…where the only time they took a seat…is when they were simultaneously making a stand…the future is damned…just outside my window pain…alarm clocks are replaced with glocks…creating a pane in my window which is bloodstained…by innocent victims..a result of bullets that aren’t named….killers with bad aim…where death can come from the slightest eye exchange from rival gangs….its color schemes that ruin dreams and create nightmares….neighbors turnt hostages…unable to take back a community that was once theirs so they reminisce on what was once there…memories…rushing them like epiphanies..as phrases like “Back in my day” become the thesis to their very own soliloquies..I’m urging you to look through my window pain…where sending your children to school is less safe haven…and more risk taking..teachers aren’t teaching but touching them in sacred places…where not only the adults but even the kids are taking part in the raping….and so I question..since when has “No” not meant  “No”…unheard are the victims of molestation…in silence their cries roam..the kids are too busy being intimate to even cherish their innocence…growing up in broken households…where the ignorance is limitless…..no men to raise the boys…so they’re adopted by the streets…and the girls aren’t being teached…to be more than pieces of meat…now how’s that for a switch….nowadays…its ten times easier to get pussy then give dick…legs open and stay spread like epidemics…no one honors the meaning of “playing hard to get”…..as STD’s get passed around like rumors…as it breaks down my people from within like a tumor…a good rap with no wrap…is all it takes to create father-less juniors….so the saga continues……this is just food for thought ..to those with nothing left on their menu…nothing on their minds..It’s like everyone’s turning blind…yet somehow the pain still shines through this window of mine…where even religion is a constant friction between false worshipping Christians and Jihadist prophesied fiction….on one hand…you hear songs about the whole world being in His…but I don’t see it…and if that notion alone sends me to hell..then so be it…cause I’d rather reside in fire in brimstone…then to ascend to the pearly gates…off of beliefs I myself did not conceive…and thus can’t call my own…..thoughts of hell shouldn't spark an ounce of fear..since we were all born hear…the ones who praise God…are the very ones who blame God…for the death of passing loved ones….questions like “God why did you take them?”… overlooks the fact that it was He…who made them…meanwhile….members of Jihad…walk with a false since of pride as they watch their brothers in arms commit suicide….giving their lives for seventy wives….all-the-while playing their role in a horrible play called “Genocide”….turning religion into a universal gang war…where who you are and what you choose to believe…will get you killed if its brought amongst those who don’t agree…I find myself staring through my window pain….asking the world “what happened?”….and where did it all go wrong….is it too much to ask for us all to get along…is it too hard to see past the color of one’s skin…and judging them from the character that resides within…is it a crime to raise your children into adults with better principles…and are we so afraid of standing alone…that we choose gangs over being individuals…can we agree to disagree without either party being wrong or right….can your religious aspirations of sex in heaven not cost us our lives….can I eventually walk in my neighborhood absent of fear of being shot….like is it too much to ask for everyone to just STOP?!?!?!.........this is my pain....so from staring through that window........I refrain - Syncere

Excerpt from Window Pain Pt. 2

There’s entirely too much pain in my window…losing has become routine…and the opportunity to win is extremely low...where I escape one hell only to descend to another…where my efforts of trying are only rewarded with trying harder…grinding from the bottom with not a glimpse of ascension…feeling like prayer with God only gets u honorable mention…and nothing more…seeming like every bad person gets a break…and every good person gets broke…clinching the only thing they can afford…hope…and mentally I'm exhausted from what seems to be my life long fight…I’m better off doing wrong…because I'm penalized for doing right…I've tried so hard to do right by every one body….and ended up being wrong in the eyes of every somebody….so now that ache in my back…reflects the whole world that sits on my shoulders…and the opportunity to breakdown and cry slowly became inopportune…but since then I've gotten colder…so I've countered by freezing those same tears of emotion…which worsens as I get older - Syncere

High Society Hill (Anthem)

I think It’s about time I take my place amongst the elite…the Young Hov’s…the T.I’s…and the Snoop D-O Double G’s….the Denzel’s…the Lil Weezy’s…the Ne-Yo’s…and the Kanyeezys….transitional period is easy…if you born with it….we was born winning….bad boys like Diddy….we was born sinning…and that’s not to exclude all the divas out there…I see you out there…from all the true fans disguised as haters…who really wanna be you out there…I know you see them out there…but for this ego trip….leave’em out there…..indeed…nobody has swagga like us…pride precedes every fall….but nobody are braggas like us…. no tree on this earth can overshadow our egos….a faction full of number one’s…no sequels …you be hot…cuz we cold…so much so…that we froze….the society chooses us….we just cool enough to make it look like…we chose…we are more than the typical talk and live it…we are literally walking exhibits….a living testament to everyone that is…products of envy…for everyone who isn’t….u get it…even if you can’t get in…every puzzle comes in pieces…but for this one…u don’t fit in…this is a top-notched flock of fly folk….we no joke…allergic from low-altitudes…and foreigners to the usual…. you can tell by the way we walk….we ain’t from round here…..prolly couldn’t tell…cause we ain’t walking nowhere….and even if we did…its only because we so choose…living a flash life….is a fast life….but for now the control’s on cruise…disrespecting the speed limit…yea that be us….2 miles an hour….so everybody see’s us..and whenever…if ever we park it….it’s a non-stop award show….we always red carpet…we pre-programmed to walk it…and run this way…on our everyday runway….from the glamorous nightlife…to the morning sun-rays….bright enough to put the sun on Vay-K…..where if being fly is a crime…then crime pays ….high society….a place where the biggest mistake you could make….is thinking that having money is what makes this place great…you need more than a black card….or just a personal validity…of cool-credibility….we don’t act hard…we go hard….and that’s no fraud…you peeped it??... it's a high society….but it damn sure aint secret….trust aint the only thing we ask….you betta add a ritual of shopping bags and popping tags….if you gon reside here…you better be fly here…or get evicted ….without warning....it’s evident…I’m a resident…soon to be president….from the stores that I’ve been in…from my head to the floor…I set trends…judging from the rare form that I’m in….and since I’m born to set them…..while you on to the next one…we off to the next ten…its crazy…but our vanity is pure insanity…apparent in our appearances….our confidence…our arrogance…its prolly best to keep clear of us…our pompous nature is contagious…our demeanor…is blatant ….attitude …flagrant …conceited???....yea we be it…and you hate it…but we love it…so what of it???…in our self-made secret lairs…in the air…its definitely no haters up here…to be mistaken as a normality…is the only thing that we fear…which is exactly why we steer clear…we pay respects like a shrine…if we come across another of our kind….there’s no hate….only admiration…for the proof that there’s yet another version of great… where no one person is better than another….but when unified…we best all others…we left all others….haters clash….we mesh….all brothas…our lows…are all-time highs….for others….we should prolly find rubbers…cause we coming y’all….and if you doubt it all….than we coming raw…so whatchu running for…we don’t need to catch u….when we’re already past you…so try to keep-up…so fresh…so clean…we don’t even leave dust…we so us…we so cool…you’re so you…and that’s so cruel…but we so rule…organized…like a syndicate…of self-confidence….joining…is no-no…or better yet…a no-go… there is no memberships…so remember this…if you’re wondering how to signup….a walk down the block and around the corner is where u line up….we VIP listers…known as the get-richers…we in here looking like we belong…so far gone from …u non-belongers aka “the get-goners”…here’s to the always on’s…..you off-n-on-ers….style is effortless…with no days off for peat-sake…they buying fly time…so they swag is prepaid….as for us….there’s nothing like us within in a world-wide radius…and since no one word can describe us….we often come with an alias…Taylor-Made…for the proud owners…of our multiple personas… as for me…there’s none better…I’m so fly and so cocky….I’m prolly better off with feathers…I’m smooth… “leather”…..haters getting tight…like they don’t know what else to do…it doesn’t faze me…aura lazy…like…“what else is new”…they say I’m faking…they’re mistaken…they just don’t know this type of real…forever Syncere…but for now…call me Mr. Society Hill…I got that uphill hill is where I chill…brand new type of feel…that everybody watching me… YouTube type of feel….that “too sexy for myself”…on X…type of feel… that…. see it…and u still can’t believe it….type of deals…no need to check my status…cause they say I’m out this stratus…Michael J…was bad….we’re the baddest….if you just got it…we done trashed it…get Khaled to sum it up….cause we are simply the best…so if you’re not one of us…then you are simply the rest - Syncere

Inspired by: Jada H

Dedicated to: Myself.....and all with whom it applies to

Topic of Discussion

What’s the topic…man I don’t know…at times I wonder what I’m talking for…playing tag with the words that as of right now…seem to evade me…and yet I still chase them playfully…I’d rather forfeit and let them have their way with me…that’s perfectly ok with me….and to a listener…this might come off as me rambling…egging myself on to bring forth the right words…but nothing's coming over-easy…so I find myself scrambling…before my heart and my nerve take a never-ending trip away from my mind….I’m kinda nervous… but fuck it….I figure you’ll either hate it or you’ll love it….like your favorite recipe…a dash of uncertainty….a sprinkle of sincerity…adjust the time and maybe you’ll have a better me…with a name like Syncere….there’s no such thing as a sincerer  me…..but people use these words so sparingly…so forgive my hesitance….preferring now more than ever…since this isn’t something I’d prefer to be resting wit…or sleeping wit…but if I did…I pray to keep the same thoughts that I went to sleep…dreaming  wit…maybe then I could find the words to say…thankful god has given me another shot at this thing called life….and so I wake…and so I pray…I pray for you…I pray for me…lol…its funny cuz I should be praying for courage…having the nerve to say…what I hope u already  see…but somehow…u find it insufficient…where u find simplicity…I find indifference…thinking that showing is better than telling…buying is better than selling…heaven is better than hell-in its literal sense…I’m literally saying that this feeling is heaven-sent…and if I died today…these are the same feelings I’d fly to heaven wit…and ask God for a second chance…cause I ain't waiting….and if he refuse me…I’d tickle the thought of aligning myself wit Satan…nah I’m just playing…but understand my logic…this is too hot a topic for my mind to drop it…..though something in my mind is telling me to stop it….at war with my heart….as I notice my wave of emotion….as my first instincts are daring me to ride it….or ride with it…the conclusion hasn’t come to fruition…but our future seems prolific…..the only catch is you too…have to be with it…cuz what’s a me with no you….a woman…wit no man….a window...no view...a sea…with no land….a song wit no hook…a crime….no crook….a….         you see what I’m saying???....I’m only half of what I am….without your presence…its crazy cuz the topic of discussion….is the one….I’m having problems with discussing…you’re not just the one….you’re the woman that I’m wanting…the woman I admire….the woman I desire…the woman I aspire…to be next to…it goes without saying that you're special…but have you noticed???...my sort of Ali-like shuffle…as I dance around a subject so direct….I watch you over there sitting….like a volunteer at a sit-in….but I’m certain that there’s nothing to protest….I guess…..there’s nothing to contest….and with that said...I confess…even better yet…..I profess…..that..…”I Love you” - Syncere

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I wonder why....I sit and cry/
Wish I could share all my tears/
I'm down and out..I'll keep it moving/ 
And try to get out/
I don't know how to move on/
Where I went wrong/ 
Wish I could live with no fears/
I'm so down and out...I'll keep on moving/
And try to get out/
Somehow...../ 
Diary - Wale ft. Marsha Ambrosius

How do you want me?

May I ask…I choose to let go…from which something you choose the grasp

If it’s your idea of a test…there’s no possible way to pass

If the resentment in your heart towards me…preserves to last

You choose to tell me…how I feel about the past

But unless you’re in my head….how dare you walk that path

You don’t know how many times…I sat sleepless in my bed

And how that same bad decision…torments me in my head

But what can I do?

Nothing I say will make it right

So I chose to find a way….to make it through the night

I don’t claim to know what you’re going through…but you choose to play the victim

Our misery is a sickness…but I choose to ignore the symptoms

Am I wrong…somehow I neglected to see the signs

I’m trying to press forward….but your thoughts are on rewind

You’re lashing out at me…as if it’s something I shouldn’t speak on

The fact that we defer…is the only thing that we agree on

And never would I fault you…for not being the same

But I choose to not dwell on…the things that I couldn’t change

As a man…I can only empathize with the pain that you have dealt with

And my apology wouldn’t help it…so in turn I remain helpless

So instead you take aim…I choose to take blame

How from crying could you refrain….if and still you feel the pain

Partly insane….against my will I feel the same

No part of my neo soul…would stop these bullets of my shame

And even now I’m left with questions from your intentions

If the smallest parts of your stomach turn…when my name is merely mentioned

If every whisper and glimpse of me…holds a level of discontent

Then why subject yourself to such anguish…by presenting yourself in my presence

I pray that God mends the wounds…that I myself wish I could

That any doctor should…and eventually time would

At least I hope so….

To be 100% honest I don’t know

So I jot down all the pain…that you claim I don’t show

In turn....your own emotions have divided and conquered your better being

Thus leaving me behind enemy lines…unable to find a new alliance worth believing

A new happiness worth receiving…blocked by your now sarcastic overtone

Possible reasons why…no matter who you align with…you still feel so alone

And the seclusion that you cling to...is only a temporary fix to a more serious problem

One that if not addressed…can continually fester without solving

If the negativity in your heart…finds an origin in me

Then I suggest you move on…though it may lack in simplicity

I say that realistically…if you can’t find solace in forgiving me

Then just maybe in forgetting me…your heart will find tranquility

I’ll let it live…if you let it be…I only pray for your peace of mind

And if our paths never again intertwine…I’ll settle for peace in mine

Your life….my love….your happiness to lose

My heart…your peace…no longer my choice….you choose -


Syncere




To Her:  to be honest i wish we ended on a better note...but i honestly don't know what else i can do...it seems like you wanna continue to beat me as well as yourself up about something that happened in the past...i swear on everything that i could change my decision that day but i cant...nor can you...so i find that dwelling on it...only makes you miserable...i pray that eventually you'll be able to look in the mirror without hating the person thats staring back at you...and i know thats easier said than done...but i truly pray that you find a way because if not you'll never be happy...alone...or with anybody else....it may seem like it doesn't bother me on the outside...but truthfully i fight with it everyday....but i can't nor will i let that dictate my future...instead i choose to take it as a lesson learned...and i pray that you'll one day be able to do the same...i would never ask you to forget that situation...because i don't think i ever will...i can even live with the fact that you cant forgive me...but i do hope you find it in your heart to forgive yourself....this world has too many haters already...so it doesn't help for you to hate yourself...i remember telling you to remove the negativity from your heart...and i truthfully mean that....even if its me....i don't wanna think like this...but if i'm the source of all your pain....than i suggest you cut me off...i never would want to have a negative effect on anybody especially you....in the end i just want you to be happy...with or without me in the picture...i still love you...and i always will - Syncere 

Dark N' Lovely

Everything that I am….I’ve had to be twice of who they are…..for everywhere they have been….I’ve had to travel twice as far…only to arrive at the same destination….twice as spent….jealousy???...never that….but excuse me while I vent….they look at me with a certain level of discontent…within their eyes…and so I walk…with an extra dose of swagger in my thighs…for them to lay witness…I should charge them a price….yea my switch game is mean….my shoe game…nice!....my hairs always right….while not long…its authentic…it’s a complement of my skin tone….and none of it is rented…so while the rest of the world is trying to imply…I’m insufficient….I move with grace…even making mistakes…as if I meant it…overwhelmed with confidence…there’s an assurance within my hue…being darker…has made me stronger…evident from what I’ve been through….my own personal hell…the hurdles I had to overcome…as many times as I’ve been grilled…if they were cooking…I’d be done….Still I Rise…like Maya Angelou…I’ve managed to get past it…yet this world seems to look at me…as if I come with an asterisk….phenomenal in every way… but fair skin….is what they prefer…as if mine…was somehow unfair…and bad luck has occurred….but “au contraire mon frère” …I am nobodies plan B….unless B stands for “Beautiful”….now to that…I’ll agree…they can play blind now…..but eventually they’ll see….I’m giving them no choice…cause I’m not changing for anybody…my demeanor has been designed for my own personal protection….cause no offense…but every Berry is not Halle’s complexion….yet and still….they haven’t noticed…while they were staring at my features…that if I’m that much darker….then I’m that much sweeter…I’m divine…sublime…like the sun…I WILL SHINE…their non-acceptance is like my shadow…I have left it all behind…my shade is just fine…I’ve already passed the test….this world’s a Neapolitan variety…I’ve just as much flavor as the rest…it’s sad….but society has a distorted version of clarity….if you’re not light…you’re not right…unless of course your charity….I’m not pretty…“for a dark girl”…..IM PRETTY….I’m a smart girl….I am no longer an addition…I’m a standard…this is “our” world…I’m a star…I’m a diva…exotic…a crowd- pleaser…a inspirer…an up-lifter…a message to all dark-skinned sisters…if this world has neglected you…shunned…and disrespected you….don’t get mad…get even…in a way that only you can do…simply smile within their ignorance…because for them it’s been the usual…recite these words exactly…start with…"I am beautiful…my words are Dark N’ Lovely….my curves are Dark N’ Lovely…you’re not only gonna see me…chances are....you’re gonna love me…no longer can you look at me…as if you haven’t heard of me…besides God himself….trust…there’s none above me….a sensual goddess by myself…but a perfect complement to any man…I am dark skin and loving it….Dark N’ Lovely…that I am" - Syncere

Dedicated to: Sherice, Kerri, Paula,  Kim, Kiara

Note: I wrote this poem off of the premise....that every one can get something out of it....it's not just meant for dark skin sisters...it's meant for anyone....who's been told they dont belong...are not wanted...or their not good enough...as someone else because of how they look...or who they are....no one should feel that they arent sufficient...compared to someone else...you shouldnt feel that you need to change something about yourself to be accepted by society....make them accept you for who you are....and if they refuse to...keep it moving without them...cause chances are...you don't need them anyway - Syncere

Broken Thoughts

Current thoughts coincide with the simple fact that I'm now human

Every thought processed on u...rivals the sanity I'm now losing

I thought love...only turned its back..on those that abused it

Evidently proven wrong...I find myself wondering why people would even choose it

Its a fixed game to lose...a contradiction to all the rules

No exemption from redemption...now I play the fool

How can two people agree to be...only to later never speak

Together 5 years strong....yet communication....ever so weak

As for myself...unsure...a tad bit insecure

My lost product of affection...unprepared for what's in-store

Wantin to know what for....closure that seems to evade me

Questions that should've been asked...answers that couldn't explain me

The only reason I remain me.....my surface..calm and collected

Inside feeling neglected.....those feelings...so unexpected

Unhealed remains the wounds...severed goes a broken heart

Tears over lost causes...unfamiliar to a joyous start

Yet from screaming I refrain...though unbearable the pain

Plagued by selfish thoughts...hoping you would feel the same

Wanting to move on...but time...stands still

Claiming to wait for no man...though for misery...it will

Optimistic...I should be....a new chapter can begin

Pessimistic I am thee....already proof-reading to the end

Lonely though not alone....straightforward emotions...now misguided

Wanting to dial the phone...opposite notions now one-sided

Repeatedly I deny it......relentless the assault

Multiple attackers...each agreeing…..I'm at fault

Mirrors that I break…done for my own protection

Not bi-polar....but tri-polar…three different reflections

Each with its own persona…each with its own opinion

None with the desired result…so to none…I pay attention

And none I bother to mention….our bond…already broken

A reaper of what I sowed….our fate…already woven

Our path already chosen….facts I now must face

That you…are no longer here…so no longer shall I chase

No longer shall I hurt….no longer shall it ache

If no longer you’ll remain…than no longer shall I wait

A new one…stands before me…someone who’s assured me

Plagued by your memory…though she somewhat…has cured me

Relieved that she’s endured me….no matter how hard the task

Then why can’t I accept her….”why?” oh “why?”….I ask

What am I afraid of….why can’t I let go

How can I say I love her…why can’t I fully show

If ever…will I know?.....never will I say

Though opportunity knocks…never will it stay

And never shall it may…you…I thank for such

Recycled are my thoughts… retracted is my trust

Resurrected are my demons….wondering if it will end

Insomniac…no longer dreaming….reality sets in

My heart somewhat divided…most....resides with you

So never could I give her…what I have given you

Damage already done…my wounds remaining open

My heart going untamed….my thoughts remaining…broken - Syncere


Note: i had a lot of thoughts in my head when i initially broke up with my ex....but i noticed that every time i thought about it....my thoughts and feelings never fully came out....instead they kind of crossed over each other....thats why at times this poem may seem like its all over the place....but thats because every thought i had in my head...was broken by another thought...hence the name "Broken Thoughts"...i tried to make it as straightforward as possible...because honestly the rough draft is really all over the place....nevertheless...hope you like! - Syncere

Coming Soon!!

Death of Me 2: Best of Me

The Hustle

ToKnight or Not ToKnight

Death of Me 3: Left of Me

Dark 'N Lovely

Pray

For every prayer… I pray that he can hear me…and no matter how much I digress…I pray that he walks near me….my visions often blurry…praying I see thee more clearly…at night I pray for better days….others look for a route to easy street…. I only pray for a better way….to give...to receive…to live….to be…me….appreciative of my syncerity….praying that I never change….but if I must…I pray karma brings me full circle…so I somehow remain the same….my friends think I'm too serious…they pray that I lighten up…I pray that they look deeper…or at least deep enough….enough to make contact…for more lies beyond the surface…that they’ve only begun to scratch…praying I can enlighten them…I only offer a piece of mind…Jesus once prayed for his enemies… I pray that I can one day pray for mine…I pray that I can one day forgive those who have forsaken me….for they may not know of what they’ve done…and to those who have yet to….I pray to make them irrelevant before they’ve even had a chance to begun…praying against thoughts of retaliation…praying for divine manifestation…my parallel unconsciousness praying for a defined revelation....I’ve never walked upon the sand…somehow I still managed to get stuck…there were no footprints to make note of…I know you’ve picked me up….and so I thank you for my joys…I pray upon my sorrows…life’s not promised….so I’ll pray…to pray tomorrow…praying that I minimize future mistakes…and in spite of my previous prayer…I’ll pray towards forgiveness…for those I’ll continue to make…currently my prayers reside with those affected lately…the sickly…the poor…and those affected in Haiti…praying for whom I don’t know…but whom may continue to struggle…I pray they continue to move forward no matter how much they continue to stumble…praying that they understand the difference between being intercepted… as to when they fumble….and even if they recover victoriously…I pray they remain humble….as I pray to do the same…never overlooking the fact that…..I too…have been blessed….though I will never grow content with the knowledge I possess…as well I shouldn’t…for the answers I seek transcends beyond the flesh….questions I promise to keep….until the arrival of my final breathe…until that day…I’ll try to grasp what remains out of my intellectual reach…..praying that what I choose to believe in…is actually worth my belief…praying to withhold faith in anything that stands against them…I could pray…but its beyond my comprehension…as to why they chose to torment him…was the price of his shortcomings…worth our humanly gain???...praying to see the bigger picture that as of right now I couldn’t frame…wanting to disagree...I refrain…though mentally outspoken I’ll pray to stay my tongue…victimized by verbal dyslexia…sometimes what I mean differentiates from the words that may come…and even so…I’m praying not to do so…if only to preserve someone’s feelings of defeat….knowing that if I deliver them constructively…they can later grow off of being critiqued…praying that in return truth is the only language that they’ll speak….if and when I turn towards them….questioning their feelings about me…and from there answers just maybe…I’ll find some sort of stability….a contradiction…as I pray to never look towards others for validity…and for that very reason…I remain extremely thankful for my mother….for helping me understand why I feel stronger alone than when I’m accompanied by others….praying to continue to stand alone…when the situation suites me…and that my uniqueness stands out…so that I no longer have to speak…for the quality to shine through me….I pray that one day…I am understood in my entirety…and if not…I pray that they do not judge…but rather admire me…knowing that I’ve coincided with my inner demons…not for camaraderie….but to take that which affects me the most….and use it to inspire me….to do better…although that same inspiration has driven me ever closer to the ledge…suicidal thoughts…but prayer has kept me from going over the edge…and though appearing to be alone…I’ve found a teammate with a higher meaning…praying that my emotionless demeanor …can be screened to portray my better being…although I am only what you made me…I’ve been given more than my fair share….praying to retain only what you gave me….knowing that for the rest I shouldn’t care….knowing those things will never last up…so I pray to subtract myself from situations….that at first glance…don’t seem to add up….cautious of what by your eyes…may be viewed a syn….praying for a birds-eye view…to notice what’s actually happening within…I have come to you now…I’ll return to you again….the devil is relentless…extremely desperate for a win….merciless his wrath….and so I’ll pray to no end…as so I pray that you understand…if I do not say “Amen” - Syncere

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Niggas done hollered about Miss New Booty,
What they know about a girl that been puttin in work, yours and her duty.
She throws off an aura that lets a nigga know when he get it he damn sure blessed,
him frontin with a ring and her name on his chest.
Not a wanna be, but the one that's gonna tell u how its gon be...
pulling rank from his drawers on her way to the bank.
Every time he calls her name it's like the first time...
She thinking "yeah he gonna get his right after I get mine!!"
No, she aint no part time chick!
She smiling at bitches knowing it's her dick...
Will he cross the line? He might just try...
but he should know better by the look in her eyes.
He know if he cross her, he damn sure lost her...
She aint gotta be a gangsta bitch, she on it keeping hers discreet...
but if shit gets thick, she hittin the streets.
Ain't nothing like a chick that got book knowledge and street smarts,
In the eye of survival that's an art.
Check her...an attitude and a job...
with a demeanor that says if the bills dont get paid...Peter and Paul gettin robbed!
Chicks hate her but they are afraid to approach...
riding first class on their niggas' dime...while they're riding coach.
Versatility being her middle name...she can do classy or straight bitch
she always in mode so it aint no real switch.
You got muthafuckas askin who is she...you know the face but you can't name her...
And that's just as well...cuz some hatin ass bitch, waitin in the cut, ready to defame her.
Every time you see her, her man walking two steps behind...
Got him trained like a muslim just from the snap in her spine.
Oh yeah, sexy love...NEYO said it best
It's her "get like me" swagga that sets her out from the rest.
No stress...she will tell u fuck it, quick!
She laughing at yo ass cuz the more niggas that don't like her...the more she loves it!!

Dream Girl

Unable to awake...I accept her image in my dreams
Skeptical of her reflection of perfection or so it seems
More vivid now...she walks with a spotlight...that hasn't managed to dim yet
My eyes close purposely...only to remain acquainted with her silhouette
Abnormality best describes my almost sudden fascination
Artistically drawn to her…way beyond....a senseless infatuation
There's no malice in her mind…yet and still…I practice caution
I'm the interpreter of her kind….but her translation’s what I'm lost in
Her movements are encrypted, her destination I try to decipher
She walks as if it’s scripted…yet in a movie…there’s no one like her
Her intricateness…matched by my intrigue…keeps me happily distraught
Similar to a righteous preacher, surrounded by evil, yet tempting thoughts

Feelings of guilt, as I ponder on the sexual exploits, I’ve imagined
Her fruits…my labor…equaling a work out we both couldn’t fathom
A technician with my hands…I’m able to use them…but "What For"
A surgeon with my tongue….her body…I want to restore
As her body concurs…her feline would purr…into a climactic peak
Diverse positions…reassuring that each orgasm…remains unique
A melodic whimper, the only disparity, between me pleasuring to killing her
Her every exertion would be as Syncere, as me concluding a letter with my signature
Wounds of passion not easily healed…only time could be her remedy
Richter would measure her aftershock to encourage that she’s still feeling me
Residing deep within her median....becoming the basis of my theme
Submerging myself….as I lifeguard us from her delicate saturated dream

Frozen in front of our likeness…as I blindly retort my personal soliloquy
Rehearsing her every detail…of our past encounter way more specifically
A glide with every stride…revealing her dedication to elegance
No exaggeration in her movements…as if they were measured by relevance
Her milk chocolate complexion….complements her satin brown eyes
Her warm touch…being as soft as the southern accent she denies
The sweet potency in her scent…a slight puckering of lips
Brings forth a look, that would imply that she’s preparing for a kiss
My only regret is when she leaves…because her figure is beyond pure
All the while….hoping that she looks back…as my eyes beg for an encore
Her intellect….priceless….her demeanor…almost majestic
From her head down to her toes….she’s genetically poetic

Effortlessly genuine…I pray that I do not play victim to a fallacy
From first impressions, she’s displayed nothing more than an absolute perfect analogy
I’m that key to her lock…..she’s an hourglass to my time
Most men would try stealing her heart….I’d rather give her mine
I am the juror in her courtship…..she lays witness to my testament
I am her over polished truth….she is my embellishment
Shooting for the stars…I am entranced within a dream world
Eternally aiming for her….until I attain my perfect dream girl - Syncere

Death of Me

This poem is actually the first of a trilogy…part 2 and 3…should follow in the near future…enjoy!!!

Every time she call...I'm more than ready and I'm willing....to drive out of my way...jus for some sexing and some chillin....might have a heart-to-heart...but more than likely its jus kissing...I wonder when I leave...if I'm the only man she's missin...but yet and still...when I'm wit her I find myself wanting nobody else....like no one else exists...except for her....and me myself.....tell her I'm different....than previous niggas with whom she's felt...won't show her cards...but her actions reflect what she was dealt…....wanted to hold her...console her...show her....I was there to help....as if in vain...I find myself speaking just for my health….wants to believe it...she couldn't perceive it...and chose the lesser...though respectable...she looked at me skeptical....like I was tryin....to test her.....like everything that I done...up until that point....was jus for me to get some…up until that point….to prove my point...when we were alone...I barely touched her...misunderstanding...she kept demanding...that I should fuck her…..she doesn’t know…it took everything for me to think logical….wanted to bend her body….in every way…humanely possible…and the more I thought about it…the harder it became…those vivid images of her…moaning and screaming my name....me sexing her crazy…to me…was a minimal gain…and in the back of her mind…would she view me the same...but since I didn't...her actions different...her shoulder frozen...never holds her tongue....but for some reason...she's no longer outspoken...she couldn’t fathom….that someone like me would have her so open….not enough affection...she felt neglected...her pride was broken....back on the defense…she vowed… not to let me get closer…before it even began…it was already over…not used to leaving…I tried to reason…. as I approached her…wouldn’t have had more luck…if I was made out of clovers…more than a cutie…more like a beauty…she couldn’t imagine….how I could be alone with her…and still let nothing happen….most niggas would have died at the chance…they would’ve got it crackin…she figures….I'd have to be gay…to display so much inaction….and all I wanted…was for her to see the bigger picture…her beauty…wasn’t the only reason….that I had picked her….and if her only concern….was for somebody to dick her….than she could get out and pick out…any typical nigga…I found that since the beginning…it was real evident…me showing her that I'm different…is really irrelevant…so every time we locked eyes…though I had her attention…it was because of how I looked…she never really listened….and now I wonder if…those questions in her inquisition…was jus for me to show my feelings…releasing retention…and at that moment…her face reflected impurity…..dismissing her age….but her lack of maturity…had proven something…that deep inside…I've already known….jus cause it feels right…doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be left alone….all that I hope…is that who she finds…knows how to treat her…cause obviously…who I am…wasn’t enough to keep her….so used to shallow….she couldn’t swallow…someone much deeper…so with that said…I felt it was better to up and leave her…never together…though in this letter…it seems as such….gave her a kiss and a hug…told “mami”…keep in touch….mad at myself…cuz I never thought that Syn would give in…already knowing the outcome…yet I still tried to win…..and all this time…I wasn’t thinking in my right mind….I'm satisfied with my left…cuz it does jus fine….vowing to never…let another…get the best of me…I swear to God…that this woman will be the…“Death of Me” - Syncere

To Be Continued…..

Another Life

I really didnt plan on postin this poem....i actually wrote this poem for a specific and special someone.....but for the sake of privacy i wont state her name....now this is my first poem in a long time...so dont tax me too much Butta...but feel free to critique it at will


I am unable to find the humor in a situation such as this
As if a letter was written maliciously, yet sealed within a kiss
Not chancing the end result on luck, if so, it would be bad
Witnessing distance invade myself from the greatest love I’ve never had
And more than likely, will never have, the present future seems dense
Not that nothing even matters, it’s just that nothing makes sense
How can something so wrong….happen so right?
And how can something so right, take a wrong turn, in hindsight
Wrong in the sense that I’m left with nothing but an assumption
I assume there comes an end….almost wishing it never began
Cuz only a beginning can encrypt the result with a feelin so enchanted
Deciphering the result to be as desirable, as one tryin to swim the Atlantic

In another life, I wouldn’t look at u like I’ll never be able to again
And my touch wouldn’t feel as if I was holding something within
My kiss wouldn’t be intoxicated with a sense of regret
Maybe than my lips and heaven, could pretend that they’ve actually never met
Ur leaving and our meeting…wouldn’t be branded with a why
The time spent wouldn’t be overshadowed with an inevitable goodbye
These words would never have reason, nor desire, to be scripted
And my thoughts wouldn’t intertwine, to a point where they’re forever twisted
My emotions wouldn't betray me, nor would my feelings show
And my character I would recognize, and my reflection I would know
My voice wouldn't be laced with the smallest hint of discontent
And my eyes would've x-rayed a fallacy of disinterest..to see what u really meant

I imagine in that other life, that everything would've fallen into place
And I could dismiss the fact, that you’ll forever be a dream I'll continue to chase
Truth be told, there is no indication...that I even deserve u in my life
Who am I to still exist, yet be able to live in ur personal paradise
In that other life, us learning each other, would be our only example of a life lesson
And every kiss, would reflect bliss, instead of a list of impossible questions
Like, how long can we lose @ this...b4 we've actually won it
How long can we pretend to do something..b4 we've actually done it
How long can I deny myself the perfect woman, and u, the perfect man
And how far could our current situation go, before it can no longer stand
They're not for me to answer, nor for u to know
But through ourselves, and to ourselves, the answers we both owe
Let it go, I wont....yet move on...I will have to do
Until every option is weighed, and every possibility leads me right back to you

-Syncere

My City

Philly is my city
And I'm not looking for any petty
But we really need to take back streets.
Everyone wants to play the blame game,
When reality this shit is so lame.
Not to name names city officials don't care about nothing but their fame.
Meanwhile drug dealers came and claim their fame to our streets.
Instead of raising to or feet.
We sit silent in our seats giving in to defeat.
Babies are dying
While mother are crying
This can't be fun
But yet nothing is being done
The crazy thing is the drama for my city has just begun
We look with one eye open
I guess hoping this is one big bad dream.
And when we wake everything will be peaches and cream.
I don't mean to sound so mean.
But when are we going to stop playing the victim.
And come together as a team.
I'm wondering what will it take before we get the violents to stop.
I still remember when my friend mother said she heard the pop.
Then moments later her daughter body dropped.
The sad part is Angel didn't receive any help from the cops.
But one day we will learn how to my city of "Brotherly Love" to return

R.I.P Angel and anyone who has died due crime in my city or any other city

COMATOSE DREAMS

As I view your eyes I want to look deeper
And capture your soul
Escape to ecstasy and find your true goal
Because to the physical eye you are beauty in true human form
But to the abstract eye the idea of beauty is torn

As the days go by I feel my two eyes coming to a common ground
But the shackles of the physical eye are keeping me bound
And now I’m scared because I see the shadows of your soul
And like all shadows they are distorted and can’t be released into the physical’s hold

Now every time I close my eyes and dream it is you I see
Honey brown skin, olive-brown almond eyes, chiseled physique
Peerless, sublime divine, you are Zeus
Ravishing waves, fire desire, immaculate dream
My heart cries, on you I rely, for your excellence beams

Chocolate love, honey-suckle soul, enter me
Deceived, trapped, I want to be free
Strapping, statuesque, my strong tower
Lust, blissful nirvana, endless touch
Molest me to ecstasy, I fiend for your touch

Entering REM sleep, it is you I feel
Smooth hands, suave caress, I love your poise
Cool breeze, summer rain, you aim to soothe
Melodic groove, riveting chills, tantalize my spine
Rush me, diffuse your grace, spirit divine

Dreamy eyes, I’m hypnotized from your stare
Intoxicate, look inside, strip me bare
Tease me, please me, leave me dazed
Ignite my soul, make this feeling not just a faze

Licorice lips, I overdose on your kiss
Comatose, kiss me, revive me to bliss
Capture my lips, hold them captive, never let go
Drown me in your passion, allow your purity to flow

RUMORS

"Shanae's a whore".
"She fucked more guys than a little bit"
."I heard she will let any nigga hit"
"I can't stand anyone in her click"
"Them BITCHES make me sick"
"They think they the shit"

Correction you think I'm Ms It
"He say "She say, but nothing was said to me.
They hate on me, cause it's me they inspire to be.

I don't understand why you sleep, eat, and breath my name
But it OK you haters gave me my fame
But no matter the word on the street I refuse to give in
What you hater's fail to realize I am comfortably in my own skin
Unlike you I do not have to pretend
You have to love yourself from within
Unlike you I am not leaving it up to these men
"If the rumors are not true why don't you defend yourself"
Is the question I am asked everyday
But why answer that question when I can be the bigger person and walk away


NOTE TO EVERY ONE WHO HAS SOMETHING TO SAY AND DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME: I WISH PEOPLE WOULD GROW UP AND GET A LIFE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT SOMEBODY ELSE TOLD THEM ARE JUST AS CHILDISH AND NEED TO GROW UP. TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE WORRIED ABOUT ME AND WHAT I'M DOING. MARY J SAID IT BEST "I'M DOING JUST FINE" YOU NEED WORRY ABOUT TAKING CARE OF YOUR KIDS HA HA

Standardized: I Know

I don’t claim to be the smartest in world….and I have been called dumb before….but never before…like today….a result of a standardized score….and they ask kids to listen….and dare to be different….policies full of contradiction….it’s a fucked up system….I didn’t panic…nor lose it…I managed….I choose this…every A that I could find….multiple choice is not a crime….but it’s also not a given….at least not where I’m from….and at least not where I’m living…..a place where the average person gets trapped in an unbreakable…poverty stricken prism….and the average wordplay…is nothing more than a bunch of perfectly remastered colloquialisms…..where the average person gets high because there income can’t surpass the term “below average”…..where very few successfully make it out….but the average person is just fighting to remain….average….fighting to stay afloat from the burdens destined to drown them….I am not a product of my environment….but a brand name of my surroundings…..option’s a luxury we don’t have….so of course I was taken out of my element…any questions with multiple answers to it…then the first one is the one I deem relevant….our lives are not limitless but limited when it comes to our progression…yet I survive off the answers to which you couldn’t even fathom the questions….I know that silence is the gateway to one’s potential to listen….and that its better to be deemed a fool….than to speak and remove all suspicion….I know that the attempted penitentiary chances are not worth the minimal reward of street credibility…..battling with a contagious ignorance that breeds the first cousin….stupidity….but smart enough to know that money’s the root of all evil….and so the wealthy are in question…..the middle class are often overlooked while the poor can’t afford their own reflection….I know that we laugh to keep from crying…..and cry because we’re dying…and if there ever was a goal we couldn’t reach…it would be because of our own fear of flying….I know that a quarter of my life has been spent on half the time wondering if there even is a better way…tested through many methods….where the plus isn’t preceded by an A…..I’m talking heart ache plus pain…chaos plus drama..i know that we need change….I know hope….I know Obama….I know that we’ve been in darkness for too long….I know that knowledge is the only light….I know that veering left from any wrongdoing…is the only way to remain right….I know that you don’t know what I know…and that my reality is hard to grasp….and if your question was ever “why you didn’t know?”…then my answer is….”You didn’t ask”


this i my first official poem of ’08...so i hope it lived up to the hiatus....this poem started as a dispute over standardized testing in schools...but i kinda snapped somewhere in between....nevertheless i hope it got my point across

A LADY YOU ARE NOT

You call yourself a lady.
But every time you meet a man you have to have his baby?
Maybe, if you close your leg a little bit,
And stop telling men you love them so quick
You just might see all they want to do hit.
This is not to say that all men ain't shit.
But all men are not Mr. "IT".
Girl on the real you make me sick
Your the type who acts stupid over dirty ass dick.
You should be ashamed of your name.
It's not cute to play the tricking game.
But I guess people with low self-esteem will do anything to gain fame.
No need for me to name name's you know who you are LOL Cagna

Selfish Love

How could you make me love you only to leave me.
In my heart I feel like you deceive me,
But in my mind I know it is my own selfish needs that misleads me.
I guess I just want you always need me.
Please believe me when I say I do love you,
But I rather you stay unhappy one more day,
than just walk away.
The nerve of you there is no girl who deserve you,
not even me!!!!!!!!!!!
You have good qualities that only I can see.
And I know it sounds crazy.............................
but I don't want you to be happy unless it's with me.

Sideline Ho

Sorry if this is a lil mean but SOME bitches WILL take you there! With that said...ENJOY!

There is one of the type in every bunch... bitch quick to trade pussy for a Mickey D lunch. The man with her is only satisfied cause he got up in her guts....while his wife sits and waits at home... he picking off the fleas for laying up with a mutt. She travels home ass wet dripping... thinking she got a nigga at his best. When he only spent 5.00 and supersized it and his "Wifey" gets the rest. Oh how it must feel ....to be in love with a man that don't even want you for real. He probably told you he did but you know the story..... L-egs O-pen V-ery E-asy and at the family reunion the Misses gets all the glory. You lust for the dude in the worst way.... but it ain't you he loving up on the holidays. Your womb cries out for his baby.... but his baby grows in the stomach of the woman he loves.... are you the runner up....HELL no... not even a slight maybe. He calls you on the sneak...... notice when he is with her the call goes straight to voice mail.... he ain't gone speak. But he got you believing for every time you swallow his nut, that he getting closer to to leaving her.... but if you can get milk free why buy the cow... leave the woman that he loves for what. You get bored and wanna play some high school shit on the phone, which tells the truth of how you need to get a man of your own.... I know you tired of rolling over in the bed alone. Trying to break up that mans happy home.... thinking without her he will run to you. But just think about it.......he might have another trick on the side just like you. Why does all of the ho ho ho's act up round Christmas without fail. Wondering what the wife got when all you got was an e mail...... Bitches funny for real, pussy don't keep a man, he can pay another chick five dollars to get his dick sucked and man if he hungry there's always the dollar menu. So bitch what makes you think, that there is something so special bout you. You probably thinking who the fuck is this bitch to talk about me???? I'm the one you hating on sweety, the one you wanna be... let me spell it out for you... W ummmmm Wifey!!!! Oh yeah thanks again for slobbing on his knob..... girl my head hurt like hell last night I wasn't up for the job! If it wasn't for low life bitches like you, I'd have to work just a little mo' to guarantee me that paycheck.... so I pay homage to you "SIDELINE HO"

Perception

Best thing since slice bread…….freedom of speech….your freedom to have a an opinion…our freedom to see….our own understanding in any situation….transparent through personal recollections….its truly a beautiful thing…..the power of perception….is a gun really a weapon….or is the owner the real culprit…isn't it true that the gun only reacts to the actions of whomever pulled it….as the bullet leaves the chamber from that of which it's bucked….becoming burdened with evil intentions…as it changes tides with lady luck…migrating in and then out of the human flesh…only then does it Fuck!....with the life of the intended target….making a victim from which it struck….and if anything used to injure….defect…or destroy…is how the word "weapon" is defined…than I'd say that the real weapon is no more than the human mind….feeling like the Legend Mr. Smith….as I single-handedly...try to decipher…a word that's no longer black nor white…where people only see the faults of others…as if their wrongdoings had a justifiable means of being right…sort-a-like…where night is day…but day is no longer bright….like when the moon overtakes the sun….and gets eclipsed by the light….it's only my personal opinion….and I don't mean to be scrooge….but I'm sure that I differ from how Christmas is normally viewed…are we so blind to the fact…..that we can no longer see the right-a-way…celebrating a time of misguided happiness…that originated from a pagan holiday….where men sleeping with men was the only thing received on the 25th…..and they gave their wives black eyes…and bruised bodies….is that considered a gift?….when was He born?...no one is 100% sure of this….but if you believe the Bible…then You too….should see a conflict of interest….Cuz wouldn't most argue that his birth is the real reason they even celebrate Christmas….and I don't mean to preach but that same book….says otherwise….evident from the Sheppard's who saw the angels announcing his birth with there own eyes….which lays claim to the fact that chances are he wasn't born during December….being as though the Sheppard's and their flock wouldn't be present during the Palestinian winters….segregation between our personal beliefs and what we physically see…lie the trick…truthfully I'd never thought I'd see the day where Jesus had to compete with the falsehood of ol' St. Nick….most kids don't care about Jesus' birthday…so long as Santa Claus shows…..and I don't have to go on about something…most people who celebrate the holiday….already know….and as 2008 approaches…….I hope the worlds New Years revolution…..is to have a better moment of clarity….a hi-def resolution….cause if something so simple as the truth…people still neglect to see….than I couldn't begin to imagine…what people think when they see me….can they really see my intelligence….hidden by du'rags and fitted caps…..a personal professionalism…hidden by baggy clothes and eight tatts….a love that rivals my mothers….with a hate that rivals Satan….confidence shadowed by a playful conceitedness….that could never be shaken….a track record of personal accomplishments…that one could never rescind….a determination towards self –empowerment…that could even rival revenge…remembering….if nothing else….to remain as humble as I can….noting the fact that even Jesus himself…washed the feet of another man….praying all-the-while that my humility isn't taken for weakness…but rather uniqueness…..knowing that through some extent…some One will respect me for my meekness….and if not…than I'd wish nothing more than to just fade-away….agreeing with Mary J….that invisibility would be great….realizing that perception is how people choose to view the world around them….being no more than an extension of our beliefs and our opinions….as a pessimist and an optimist view an object…over a time considered lengthy…..as they truly try to decide whether that cup….is half full….or half empty - Syncere

If you haven't read the bible in a while….check out Luke 2:8-11…and read it for yourselves

I'd like to thank everybody for taking the time out of their day to read such a long poem….special thanks goes out to Nae-Nae, Butta, and Brittany…for keeping my blog on and poppin….while I was somewhat down-and-out….I really do appreciate that….and to everyone who kept up with all my work…especially Kerri, and Brandy…more to come very soon….I promise!

A Forbidden Taste!

It started with a taste, with enough potential to make me delirious
Watching myself indulge as if I was witnessing an outer–body experience
Trying to understand the addiction between my lips and her skin
Living for the moment, never once regretting, what is now considered a Syn
And even when my lips aren't amongst hers, I'm contemplating on the next time they can be
Forgetting the fact that I should probably stay away as if she was my worst enemy
But if that saying holds true, than I wouldn't move her any further than arms reach
Cause her being any closer, would mean a lethal attachment, to that of a leech
Knowing the consequences can be catastrophic for even the slightest indulgence, such as a kiss
Also knowing that the absence of her presence makes such a taste worth the risk
And so I align myself with the guilt of knowing my first mind I've betrayed
No longer resembling the perfect man, that up until this point, I have portrayed
Realizing that I can never truly have her as I would want, much to my dismay
Being as though, from head to toe, her body could reflect the perfect entrée
And yet its like putting your favorite food in front of you and being asked not to feed
Still I stand there sniffing; hoping her smell alone could fulfill a small proportion of my needs
And even then, I couldn't imagine another smell more enchanting
Like a venom potent enough to extinguish my life, and yet my life I am chancing
Not sure how long I can manage with a taste smaller than a common sample
Understanding Eve's plight, risking eternity for no more than a mere bite from a rotten apple
Rotten in the sense that it should've been unwanted, rather than admired
Being filled with enough desire to not only want, but need to be inside her
Never accepting the fact that to one, such as herself, I should say no more than "Good Ridding"
Accepting the fact that I am addicted to a taste that remains……….Forbidden - Syncere

This poem is actually old......i just never put in on here....so here it is....enjoy!