A New Day

This was the last poem i wrote for Myspace....word for word.....and that's why i changed over to this plateau now......

The new day begins with an ending of its own…..my voyage to fame…..my fate to be known….so needless to say…I begin my journey…exactly how I started…..alone….I'll die…..perish….be dearly departed….all on top of a throne….and excuse me if I vent….with a voice full of tension….what was once one-directional….now possesses all 3 dimensions….the non-stop thought pattern…..pauses…I'm tired….the love that exploited my mind….is now syncerely expired….with a new day….comes a new night…..a new death….a new life….a new divorce…a new wife…an old tarnish….a new shine….a stale thought…a new mind…one that is too big for any plateau….known as Myspace…it's barely able to fit inside that puzzle….known as My Space….I'm compelled to curse it….like a present day voodoo….like a food of bad taste…but yet sweet as Taboo…a day not only new….for it's farewells and Goodbyes….my hearts no longer on it's sleeve….my eyes no longer Blind…and never have I seen my actions…and females so vividly….like critics who see a work of art….and choose to acclaim it…..critically….now seen for what they are…flirtatious traps…now evaded….my heart…now an "Icebox"…..a shade of black….now faded….feelings exuberated…once considered acceptable….a weight on my shoulders….a weight now immeasurable….once seen as improvement…..something of a prolific weakness….I'm a surgeon of myself….I began remedial treatment….and She…as well as Her….a receptacle of anti-trusting….though alone….I am content….I need nor want for nothing…..not a mom nor a dad…..sister…..companion or Friend….just a wealth for a debt…..to pay for all of my syns….again….Another Again…..that Circle now broken…..ironed straight into a new day….a beast now awoken….or awakened…"up for grabs"……is now mine for the taking….my child lives unborn…..I now consume life for Jayden….too much I haven't seen….too much time has been wasted….an answer to "Who Am I"….The Truth is…I've chased it…..a result of trying to race it….only to meet failure….but victory….I taste it…..though well known to be unfamiliar….to someone of my presence…..though Equal to my ability…..a victim of the unconscious……I tranquilize my tranquility......not an equation of possibility…..a non-ally of my serenity……I have no such use…..for a mood of no validity…..my efforts…unappreciated…..there actions…unjust…..I'm to no longer carry a burden….that was once considered too much…..not every closed eye….is sleeping….every open eye…seeing…..I've given every ounce…..of my unnatural being…..mistakes of a previous life…..the past……has a new way…..so I'ma make sure this is my last…..official…..New Day! – Syncere

Dedicated to everyone who took the time to read my work…..this is also dedicated to lessons learned….as well as….lessons to be learned….this one may be hard to grasp at first….but the punch-line is…..Good-bye…..through past poems I've put a lot of myself out there….and if you know me personally….than you know I don't do that….so I've decided that enough is enough…..I'm not saying that I will stop writing cause I won't…..I'm just saying I don't feel the need to post it publicly anymore….so chances are this is my last one…..with the exception of a few promised sequels and trilogies…..once again…thank you for your time…..and with that said…..I'M GONE!

Circle

I hate the feel….I hate the look…my mind…I hate the state….I cant even stand the thought….in essence I hate the shape….problem is……it's the same….no matter the approach on the angle….I'm back to square one…..even if it was rectangle…..I guess what I'm trying to say is……I'm really feeling trapped….and the fact that I want you….keeps me chasing my own back….I was told I should let you go…..if I Syncerely loved you…cause that was the only way I would know……if it was you who felt it too….but the tricks on me….cause you found love in another….and I also have one…..but how can I truly love her…..when its you that she's compared to…..my mind won't move on…..sometimes I wish that she was you….and I swear for that…..I'm wrong….I wonder….what would have been….if I never let you go….but these are thoughts of mine…..so I'd never let you know….all in all…we would be happy…pure bliss we would be swimming in…..now I'm looking for a way out….from this Circle…that I've been living in……with the problem I started with…..the dilemma unsolved….like karma it comes back…..my thoughts just revolve……and I swear I wanna tell you…..but something won't let me…..like the thought of you stressing…..your current status now un-happy……cause I've interrupted a love……that you and your man share…..why would I make you aware?….why would you even care?…..for the first time in my life…..I admit to needing help…..even though….back then…..I couldn't admit to what I felt…..the first time our bodies touched….the first time I even saw you….. I want you that damn much…..I'm that tempted to call you…..to ask if you still want me…..cause trust me…I need you…..the thought of you haunts me…if heart-broken….I bleed you…..your memory sticks with me….like a rusted ball and chain…..but those memories…are the only things I have to keep me sane…..it takes everything I have…..for me to even speak your name…..this pain is too much…….for any one man to claim…..so I've made up my mind……caution….now one with the wind…..I let you go once….I'll be damned if it happens again….not saying it will work…..who knows of your reaction?.......for it is you….who has placed me….in this circumference of entrapment…..not saying that you knew…or had any type of premonition……..but how could you not know?.......what of women's intuition?......I like to think that our separation…..would be something I could live with…..and the one that I have….is the only one that exists…..in my heart…..in my mind…..in my memories through time….and with both us apart…..we would live on….just fine…..but that is just a mirage….fiction…..the anti-truth…….I'm a headache…..you're aspirin…..I'm a cold….you're soup…..so I'm asking you too……take fate in your own hands…..and consider giving……you and I….US…. another chance……if you can find it in your heart….trust that I'll never hurt you…..and maybe then….I'll get a key…..to that unbreakable Circle - Syncere


I listened to that new song by Musiq…..called "Teach Me"……and I felt it so much that I decided to write about it….especially because it deals with a situation I had…some years ago…so look out for that….ya dig….oh and by the way…I hope you enjoyed this one - Syn

Proud

There aren't many words for a person like you…..so I'll start by saying…you were the finest addition to the "crew"……and maybe it was me……or maybe it was you…..but I felt we had a connection…..that no one could break through…..and I feel like that bond…..is as strong as it's ever been…..and after knowing you…..I could not wish for a better friend…..you had self-esteem issues…to change that…..I swear I tried my best….but I think that the real issue….went way beyond the flesh……and straight into the mental…..something you personally saw……but know that within you…….was an absentee of any flaws…….you conveyed something…….special……something innocent…..yet original……or something that only shines in the most unique of individuals……and I'm not saying…….you're innocent….we're both not perfect…everyone knows it…..but now you have someone to live for……someone to cherish…..that's one to grow wit…….for the longest I always felt……you compared yourself to another…….and if at anytime….you didn't receive the same reaction from others….you would put yourself down……thinking your not as pretty as she…….all the while…not seeing all the beauty that's beneath…..it's time for you to be strong……for you and your seed….no longer be a follower……you're a leader…so Lead……Remember when I said?…….while helping you……you've helped me…..it's true cause…..a problem with myself….you've helped me see…..so I wanna say thank you…..for something that would've stayed unknown…..consider that problem now solved……the solution now shown……and it's crazy…..cause from youngens…..the whole "crew"…….now is grown……but I watched you mature…..you came into your own……not trying to sound like an "old-head"……but I wanna say I'm Proud of you…..people will always put you down….but that's only if you allow them to…..never let your knees buckle…..never let them see you sweat……let them know that you won't falter….show that you bleed confidence…..your smart…so make sure you go as far as your mind will take you…..but if you ever feel stuck….don't even worry…..cause mine will take you…….matter of fact…..it will takes us all……cause the "crew" doesn't stop here……we all destined to be rich…..you just leave that to Syncere – Syn

Dedicated to Kerri

Equal.....Part 1

If one equals one….and two equals two…..than done equals done…..and through equals through…..and if that is so simple….why cant they understand…..that as long as this world lasts….man will never equal man…..for as long as we remember…..or synce skin has been a factor….racism has caused more civil explosions….than most nuclear reactors……while Martin Luther sits in an eternal abyss….I have to continuously ask myself….was he fighting for this?.....and synce he is now gone…..is his assassins now sniping for Kris….if so…..they're wasting their time….cause I no longer fight for equality…..cause I've come to understand….that it wont be none of our reality…instead I fight to be part of the equation to make my children equal…..making me the same…..as my spirit lives through them like a sequel…..but I envision the days of when humankind first started…right after Adam & Eve were exiled from Eden……and later dearly departed….at sometime during that mystery…..which later became our futures history….before Ramsey……and Cleopatra….Charles…..and Alexander…..and any other ruler….there had to be one….who considered it foolish….to work like others…..so he declared himself superior….and all those around him were his subjects…..a.k.a. inferior…my first question…is why someone would do such a thing?.....and let someone like them…..declare themselves….a King…..an epidemic….in it's own right….but they knew not what it was….as if there could ever be such a thing as…true royal blood….the thought itself….I truly considered stupid indeed…..if we prick a King with a needle…..will his skin not bleed?.....his heart pumps….as we….and he breathes what we breathe…..color my logic as clear….which is why they don't see…..that Brutus….though labeled treacherous……was right about Caesar……that he is the same as you and I….but was considered a crowd-pleaser…..each event shines differently like light in a virtual prism….and as an end result….we now deal with racism…..forced off the deep end of a societal plank….made to believe that our skin determines….our worth…..or our rank…on the scales of unjust thinking….and un-altering mind sets….and yet we are still unable to reap the benefits…of the knowledge our mind gets…..and they say that it's paramount….but what's the point of education….if it's not what we know….that'll surpass their thoughts of segregation….it was He….who made us equal…..but let's jump off of religion….and take the scientific approach…back when dinosaurs were co-existing….with fire-creating cavemen….if you believe such a theory….was there a King back in those times?….were all his subjects wary?….that this would be a never-ending story…..the saga just continues….cause we still follow a King today…it's just a change of venue….location…setting…….scene…..or residence……who we no longer follow as King….we now follow as president…..the King's counsel…..now government……now oval office….once throne……the queen…..now first lady……the castle….now white-home….and I'll be damned….if they say that we are equal….anymore….when those….financially fortunate….are not as expendable as the poor….and the reason I keep rewinding time is…..I wanna see where it begins….where one man decided he wasn't equal…..to that of other men….maybe than…we can find out where racism was created…..so we can cure the ill-minds of those…previously stated…..who think that equality…is based on society…….and hopefully we'll be viewed by our ethical morality…..but until that day….like Dr. King I still dream…..cause we can never be equal…until we know what it truly means - Syncere



It's real-talk for ya'll….like I said every once in a while I gotta hit ya'll with something real…….and it won't stop here cause I'm going to write a follow-up called Stereo-Type….so watch out for that…..hope ya'll enjoyed it!

Stereo-Type.....Part 2

Stereotype: a standardized mental picture that is held in common by members of a group and that represents an oversimplified opinion, prejudiced attitude, or uncritical judgment



Its in the hearts of all minds….in the prizes of all eyes…..something that we do….but hardly ever recognize…..for the fact that I'm shedding light….shouldn't shock you as new..news….cause the fact is….I'm right….about our stereo-typical views….though wrong we've all been known to….do it to someone else…but what it may falsely say about them….it truthfully tells about ourselves….it shows that we have been conformed……to that of life experiences….that certain types of behavior…..match with certain types of appearances….and for the few times…..that we may actually be right…..we mold it into a way of thinking…..way of viewing…..a way of life……there are some that will dispute me…..and say that they're not guilty…..so I'ma shed light…..until they too……will feel me…..mistake a Puerto Rican for a Mexican…..they'll tell you they're not worthy…..they'll probably get all upset….and tell you Mexicans are dirty….such ignorance……should not be allowed through one's teeth….have you ever seen an Asian……and figured he/she was Chinese…..or that their last name was Lee…..or that they knew karate….and they were so good…..that they could beat up anybody….this is an epidemic…..that I'll never understand…..FYI…..karate is an art….that originated in Japan…..look at Jamal driving that brand new Benz…..he'd have to sell drugs to afford that and his rims…..100% assumption……..0% fact……bad part is….ya'll read "Jamal"…..and instantly thought of someone black….it's fucked up….but I guess that's a part of the game….and most people would argue that Jamal is a black name…..but is there really such a thing…..or is it just another Stereo-type…..or is it possible to see a person……and judge their genre or Stereo-type……white people…Rock & Roll……older whites…love that Country…..blacks love them beats……Hip Hop and R&B…..and white people could like it too…..but really…what's the chance…..especially synce we all know that….white people can't dance….."Bad enough…..I hate planes…..they often make me nauseous…but when I saw that rag-head board the plane…..I became that much more cautious"……not knowing that Arabic…..that person didn't speak…..he wasn't even Muslim…..in actuality he's a Syke (zeek)……DMX was right you can't see anything through the fog…..but through clouded minds……some women see all men as dogs…..when she gets cheated on more than once…..or whatever that may occur….she never takes into consideration…that it may be something with her……not saying that cheating is something that's justifiable…..I'm just saying that it's not right to hold all men liable…..accountable…or responsible…..just learn from the transitions……and the next time you choose a man…make sure it's under better conditions…..I won't call a Stereo-Type....racism…..but rather a distant brother…..cause it's nothing to see us do it…to someone of the same color….."Black people love some chicken…..you know we're never on time"……but I have yet to be late….and I'm as dark as a fine wine……the problem with this poem is…I've even Stereo-typed you….cause for the fact that you are human….I'm saying you do what I do……with no prior evidence ….and no official proof……but the truth is…..such a word…should have no official use…..I wish that our way of thinking…wasn't on a level such as this……like "Hector cuts grass…….or Susan sucks dick…..Akmed drives a cab…..or Tameeka is a bitch"…….just think of all the possibilities…..our ignorance has missed…..anyone of them could be doctors….accountants…..or even lawyers….that's something to think about……that's real talk for ya……I hope you learn something…after all this poem's been through…..don't be so quick to judge others….if you want it not done to you - Syncere

Dedicated to everyone who has been a victim of someone else's stereo-typical mind-set…….which means that this is dedicated to everybody….cause we all have been…..whether we know it or not…..the real solution…starts with you recognizing if you do it yourself…..and figuring out a way to stop it…..real-talk……hope ya'll enjoyed it!

Blind

Contrary to your assumptions…or what you may believe….this here….is to remind you….that I'm not as naive…as you think I might be….it's deception of the mind…..I choose not to see…..I choose to be blind…I'm only being honest…to what some…already know….that I'm aware of the signs….that interested women show….like how they'll say certain things…..and perform certain actions….just to see how I respond….and to witness my reaction….it's funny when they take their coat off….knowing damn well they're cold…but they wanna see if I try to warm them…and how that story unfolds….there's certain reasons I don't react….but just know that I can….it could be that I'm not interested…..or possibly someone else's man…not talking bout every woman I meet….cause I'm not the finest in the world…..but just to say I know the habits….of most flirting girls….I know that every girl that talks to me…..isn't feeling me the same….but you and I both would be lying….if I said women don't kick game……almost exactly like men….except everything in reverse….cause their game….is to make you….make all the moves first….so instead of just kissing you….they'll move close enough…..until you get the hint that….ya'll lips should touch….and again this is not every woman….cause some women won't front….and they'll say exactly what it takes….to get exactly what they want….my mom would tell me a girl likes me…..my reply " No she doesn't"…..but truthfully…I'll be lying…..and as a result…my momma wasn't….and I'm not talking about the girls….who'll just say that I'm cute……I'll kindly reply with a "Thank you"…….then I'll put them on mute….I talking bout the ones who…..try so…hard…to get attention…….mad that I don't pay they any mind…matter fact…I don't even mention….that I'm aware of their motives….as well as their intentions…..but the reason I don't respond…..is beyond their comprehension…..so instead I laugh to myself…..like an inside joke….and so I listen to my first mind….as if my insides spoke…..and said "For women of that stature"…..just leave them behind…..but I guess it's bout time….that I open my eyes…..like promiscuous women open their thighs…..and not entice them…..but at least entertain their advances…..and hope their first impressions are good…..cause I don't do second chances – Syncere


I believe we all choose to be blind about one thing or another....it just so happens that sometimes I choose to be blind about certain advances.....I know ya'll probably tired of hearing me talk about myself…..but who could explain me better than me…..besides this should be the last one about me for a while…..my next poem will be "real-talk" though so look out for it

Independent

First off….let me warn you….my family don't do charity…..so I'ma put you up on something….for you and ya momma's clarity….there ain't nothing you can give her…..that she ain't already got…..so while you think you're doing her a favor…in actuality….you're not….she's been schooled about people like you….already from the door…and contrary to what your momma says…..I think you're just immature…..or not really equipped…to handle someone like her…..and the fact that you don't like independent women…is a place where we defer….cause I know what you're used to….that average type of chick…..the ones that do what you say….and be all on ya dick…..so when you was put on the spot….in the sights of someone real….no matter how many cards you played….in the end you couldn't deal…..I would figure someone like her….is a person to be admired…..mad that she drives an '06 Nissan….and yours is three years prior…..now when she confronted you…..you said that you didn't say it……but SOMEONE is lying….and we ain't nothing to play wit…..it was your mom that pursued her…trying to get ya'll two to meet….it would have made her no never mind….if ya'll ever had a chance to speak…..but instead she gave you a chance….but in the end…you was a fool…she ask "Am I what you expected"……you reply "Nah…but we can be cool"….like my sister needed you…..you better get ya mind right…...the fact is…you was intimidated…..she probably made you feel slight….so you go to ya mom…and say she's boring and too independent….like you could really do better….than something already heaven sent….but it's cool…you keep them young ass….co-dependent broads….and the man you're mom made you out to be…was just a facade…..see you took me outta my zone…cause I don't like coming at people….but it was either me writing this message….or personally coming to see you…so with that said….just know you got a small taste of my wrath…..so let this be the last Syncere experience…you ever have

Written by: Syncere

Inspired by: a knucklehead

Dedicated to: my sister……it's my job to make you nigga proof….from all the lame-ass niggas in the world…so don't worry about nothing…cause ya vest work just fine…..to everyone else…I apologize…cause I don't like writing things like this….but every once in a while somebody takes you there…anyway more coming soon!

P.S.A.......For What It's Worth

This is mainly for the women who say "what you see…is what you get"….cause they are the same women…that what they won't see….is what they'll regret….worth…is something simple as a number on a price tag….that can be seen on clothing….a car….or a nice bag….but if I asked you…..what do you think you're worth….would your reply be "I'm priceless"…or…"I'm as cheap as dirt"….and watch how you answer….cause I heard it all before…those who are really worth taxi rides…..screaming for Bentley Azure's….Benz's….Maserati's….and carrying on….more prone to burger king….than Fillet Mignon…..I've seen the girls who choose their worth…..by how they look…..or what they wear….and the boys who treat them the same….then throw them away….like nothing was there….So think twice…or be nothing but a Sideline Ho….and you'll end up…..on the side….where the sidelines go……I don't care if you are a dime…..or how fine you think you are….but if you act just like a ho…..then that's exactly what you are….don't let such things define you….and listen to what I said….that your worth shouldn't be determined…..by the jewel between your legs…..I don't care if it is all that……or more rare….than the rarest stone….cause that shit means nothing…..to someone without A Home of His Own…..to the gold-diggers who use their bodies….like ATM machines…..end up wit nothing but a crown….for the Ass-To-Mouth queens…..The Game said it best…..cause you wouldn't get far….if you think about it…you're using your body the same as a porn star….but that lifestyle will kill your image…..probably quicker than cancer…..so if you have a problem with my question…..then here is a potential answer….like I said….you'll say you're priceless…..and that's fine and everything….and you deserve the finer things in life…and the happiness it brings….you'll say "I'm worth someone….who can make me better than I already am…..not someone like a boy…..but better yet…like a man…..someone who will cherish every part of my being…cause I damn well deserve it….and he'll respect me to the utmost…..cause I know that I'm worth it….you don't have to copy word for word…..cause these are just my suggestions….but a woman who is truly worthy…wouldn't even answer the question…..she'd look at the one who questions….like he's stupid…..she'd probably hit him with the stale-face….cause a worthy woman doesn't have to answer….for it is something she exuberates….she talks like she's worth it….she walks like she's worth it….don't even approach her without respect…cause she knows that she deserves it….she knows…that for her…every real man is fiend-ing….and to use her body for cash….she'd never do something so demeaning…..she only responds to what's real….or better yet….worth her time…..and only someone of her stature….would I consider worth mine…..she can buy everything on her own….she's the definition of independent…for someone so fly…not even the sky's considered a limit….she's the center of all envy….the real reason…..women keep hating…..when she finds Mr. Right….he'll be nothing more than an added accommodation….to a female already worthy….so remember where you heard it first….this was a Public Service Announcement….so get it…..For What It's Worth - Syncere


Dedicated to all the women who are truly worthy of such a message…….if I offended anybody in this poem….than I'm glad because….you're the ones I'm talking about….and you should be offended

A Home Of His Own

The normal person would hear homelessness and say it's no fun……but what if I told you….that same word is the choice for some……wander and roam….for these things….he is known….yet he still doesn't have…..a home of his own….he sits on the sidewalk…watching people go by him….if he sees what he's looking for….he'll actually even try them….it's crazy….cause he's had offers to stay with various friends…..but if he feels he has stayed too long…his visits will end….he won't stay in one place…..the grass can't even grow under his feet….the only thing better than leaving old homes….are the new ones he might meet….retreat….is his thought…..when someone tries to keep him posted….he's personally been in more mansions….than most wealthy folk did….he's not a rock & roll star…..but a true rolling stone….but he's still the same guy….with no home of his own….there was always that one home…though not as fancy as the rest….it was the one home he wanted to visit….but the owner wasn't for that mess….the owner knew what was in store….for those who let him inside…..so she vowed to keep him out….no matter how hard he tried…..a man….minus the morals…I guess you can say he lacks it…...he roams alone….anything else….would be excess baggage….so he leaves it….no matter how much it may cost…..cause in the end…..he never feels like it was him….who took a loss….but even though he roams…like an out-of-area cellular phone….there are consequences for those….without a home of their own…..outside it gets lonely….and man……it's cold at night….cause while he's out there looking for temporary shelter….others are at home…sleeping tight….not to mention when he stays over…..the bed bugs can't help but bite…..and yet he still roams for the pleasure….for the freedom…for the plight….and one day he'll find a home….it's possible…yeah he might….but the clock will stop on Goldie-locks…..while he's looking for one just right….now the minute-hand of time says that he'll get what's coming to him….but by then it'll be too late for him to explain….what's going through him….and the fact that he doesn't know it….only hurts his endurance….plus a man with no home….definitely has no insurance….so now he roams even faster….he moves with the quickness….he's probably visited more doors….than the most loyal Jehovah's Witness….I'd say this was a guy…who could've used a lot of mentoring….for those that told him no…he decides on breaking an entering…..with the one and only shelter that denied him before….now that owner can't invite…..any guests over no more….cause if she did it would continue….a homeless epidemic…..so she says that it stops with her….and so she is the new limit…..and the results are unbearable….yet the cycle just continues….for as long as he can….he'll be invading different venues…..but as many as he visits….he's destined to die alone….for that is the true fate….for a man without a home – Syncere


Dedicated to everyone taking care of their own homes…..this is another poem…where you have to look beyond the surface….but it should be much easier than "Love of My Life"…..but if you still can't figure it out….maybe you will…..when I put another poem up called "For What It's Worth" later on today….I hope I didn't offend anybody with the religious remark….my mom is a Jehovah's Witness….and I was raised in the religion….so I wasn't coming at it in anyway….I just used it as a metaphor….hope you enjoyed it!

One Friend To Another

I remember then….though way back when….I first saw your face…and even if it wasn't my place….I wanted to be yours….as you know…I didn't pursue it….something wouldn't let me do it….I was scared to lose a potential friendship….even though that might not have been the end of it…..so even though the plan didn't go through….I'm glad I got to know you….for exactly who you are….my Butter Pecan Rican superstar….so shine as bright as you want to….you're one that's full of potential…there are times I feel I miss you…and back then I wanted to kiss you…and even though I didn't…I still get reminiscent….of what would have been….and where would we be….I'd might have been your Syn….you'd might have been my Mandee…but later for that….I'm done talking about what should…..would….and could be…..instead I'll be your reflection….so let me tell you what I see….please don't get offended…..or take this in the wrong way…..and if I'm way off target about you…chalk it up to a long day….I see someone worth waiting for…..someone worth hating on…..someone who is at times unsure….someone who is no longer pure……but that fault is your own…..I guess "She's Gotta Have It"……but I swear your too pretty for such a trait…..so please kick the habit……please don't be offended….when I say you're unsure…..I just feel that sometimes you don't know what you're looking for…..like where you wanna go in life…..and what you wanna be……but just know you have multiple shoulders you can lean on……including me…..even though at times…..I was at fault…..cause I kept you at a distance….cause someone like you…..a person can end up liking in a instance….. I don't do that anymore…..cause now….I'd never neglect you……I've learned to love you as a friend…..I guess in a synce….I'm being respectful…..but don't just turn the other cheek….my respect is hard to earn…..so synce you now have it…….don't heed Usher….and let it burn……I guess Another Again……fit our lives in a perfect way…..something you know all too well…leaving nothing else to say……but…keep that sense of humor….I love the fact that you're so lively…..he bet' not ever harm you again….next time won't be received so nicely….all-in-all…..stay who you are….please don't change a thing…..cause if you do…..you'll never be able to retrieve all the joy that you would bring……to those that know and love you…..we'll always be there without a doubt…..this was another Syncere experience……."Honey Bunches" signing out! – Syncere

Dedicated to Mandee (one of my best friends)

Love Of My Life

Yesterday I slept with her……just one stroke and she was mine…though neither of us are virgins…it felt better than the first time….and though it hasn't been the first….more like our 23rd crime….I cherish every moment…..that our souls intertwine….she loves my rhythm…..it could either be fast or slow….and though many have been with her…she's still not a ho…no matter how many caress her…only I know her spot….and no matter what they say…she's all that I got….I'd die just to have her….I'd kill to be engaged…my mind impregnates her…every time my pen hits her page….and as we make love right now….she'll soon be pregnant again….before all….she was the first to ever call me Syn….some people treated her wrong…ruining her chances for a better living…some even committed adultery….a result of plagiarism….I admit I'm at fault…I used to use her too…being completely unaware of what those actions might do….I pursued her to be popular….she was my bragging rights….but now she's the main reason….I'm even considering marriage life….no longer just a side jawn….or a trophy on my arm…she's someone I could kiss….I could love….I would charm….at first I was in denial….I tried to stay un-attached…..but for those that have seen our kids….they say we're the perfect match…I imagine the riches she'd bring….but I don't want to exploit her…something like that could strain the relationship….and ultimately destroy her…..I've only known her for a couple of months…there's so much I wanna say…..so we at least try to mentally communicate once a day…through intimacy….I strive to go beyond the normal measures….and though I want to….I have yet to give her oral pleasure….I'd pretty much do anything….to get her spot wet….and multiple orgasms……are the goals that I set…..for me to give her…with only the best intention…..I never want to see her bored…so I often try to different positions….she has me in a trance…though I'm reluctant to mention….I think she knows she has me sprung…call it women's intuition…I think about the relationship….and my current predicament….and how if I never met her…..I'd still be afraid of commitment…..giving false love to women who thought they deserved it……not near one of them same women a dime…or considered perfect….neither am I….but she is…..there's not a flaw to be seen….I used to figure that this love could only be in a fairy-tale….or a dream…..I only hope that everyone else….will find a love that does the same….someone to not only satisfy their bodies…….but also titillate their brains….and if they never do….they'll never know how happy…..they can be…..and I would consider this the only reason…to justify their envy….I'm very known to sleep in her…..very unknown to a minute-man…..and the fact that she enjoys every minute of it….makes her last as long as I can….no matter how soft or rough….there's no limit to what she endures…..and in the end…..you'll all be witnesses…to another child being born – Syncere


If you think this is just another poem about me talking freaky about a girl…you might want to read this poem again….if you actually listen to what I'm saying…you'll actually get what I'm talking about

Imagine

Imagine...if you could recover anything lost....even it's time....imagine you could claim any heart you wanted...even if it's mine...imagine if women were the dominant....and men were abused....and men were the ones exploited and being misused....maybe then we would respect....what we now neglect....treating our women like queens...instead of acting like fools.....imagine a world of very little rats...and even less snakes...imagine Adam had seen the forbidden fruit but he didn't partake.....imagine if Eve had met the snake....but she didn't believe him.....imagine us all being born in the Garden of Eden....imagine us all being raised in such a paradise....and he didn't have to give his only begotten son...Jesus Christ...imagine if blacks were the majority...and whites the minority....and our interests came first...aka Top Priority...and our history was more rare than a man in a sorority....and we didn't have to wait for such a time to come....and it was them who celebrated white history month.....imagine them....imagining how their ancestors were full of bravery....imagine them being whipped and chained on plantations during slavery....imagine a lie embedded in every part of history ever told....imagine no Harriet Tubman...no Underground Railroad....imagine the United States government....that to our surprise....really did have good intentions on all of our lives....imagine if President Bush....had a damn clue....and we actually stopped fighting a war we've already been through...imagine him being scared.....and not wanting to fight the war himself.....then imagine him sending the children of someone else.....Oh Wait!....don't imagine....cause that's really our reality.....imagine a war fought with words....and not a single fatality......imagine our reality was a figment of a real-life imagination.....of a angel dying...so he kills others out of sudden desperation...imagine if our freedom was actually free...and if it did cost something it wouldn't be at the expense of world peace.....imagine if Martin Luther King Jr. never had a dream.....cause every time he went to sleep it was only nightmares he would've seen....imagine if we were in the Matrix and before the assasin shot it....Martin could see that bullet coming....and had the power to stop it.....imagine if you could go to work...without the thought of being fired.....and we could actually leave...work without ever being tired...but I could only imagine what would happen to us.....Because Rosa would have then moved to the back of the bus....imagine if Malcolm X was full of words...but had nothing to say...And he never met Elijah...would he still be alive till this day?.......imagine niggas gave each other a hand...instead of throwing up gang signs....imagine the ones choosing to wear red or blue was actually color blind....imagine a dad genuinely giving his child.......support....and for him to be a father...you didn't have to take him to court.....imagine him thinking a check just wasn't enough....imagine both parents showing their child an equal amount of love......imagine if Jehovah's Witnesses came....we'd actually open our doors....cause they wanted to prepare us for the future...and what it has in store....imagine if you wished...you have never been born.....and there was no mercy at Armageddon...cause you have been forewarned....I think about my unborn brother.....imagining my mother's decision...I imagine if I was unaware of my own existence.....I imagine the questions he/she would ask...and the answers retorted....Imagine if he/she was the one alive...and I was aborted.....I imagine the poems I wouldn't have wrote...and the results of all of this.....I imagine no 20-year old......no Syncere.....and as a result....no Kris.....I'd like to imagine a world without me...would be considered as whack....and that world without me...would no longer be in tact.....I'd like to imagine that my life...had that much of an impact.....but life would just go on...and that's an actual fact.....Imagine That! - Syncere

Val-In-Times Day!

I actually wrote this poem on Valentine's Day.......so it's kinda old....but here it is anyway

I would ask you to be my Valentine.....where I would be yours and you would be mine.....but that thought was un-bought....cause it wouldn't be fair....neither would the action be considered Syncere....I have no love for such a day that comes once a year...Cause what happens when it passes?...What would we share?.....Instead I'll love you everyday...and not just one...to show you how loving a person...should be done....I'd rather catch you on a day where you're totally surprised.....instead of you waiting on a day such as Valentine's......So for all the guys who couldn't comprehend how.....they would share my vision...as I see it now....Monday...would be chocolate's....Tuesday...flowers....Wednesday could be jewelry....Thursday would be ours......Friday would make you wonder...could there be such a love....Saturday...you'd ask why....my reply.."Just Cause".......Sunday...I'd leave you wanting more....now....than you did then....and I'd simply oblige you with....Another Again...taking your body to absolute bliss.....and ending it off with nothing more than a.....kiss...if you were mine...it would be yours...you could have it this way...and you'd see Feb. 14th...as just a regular day....but you won't because tradition.....wouldn't even let you....and so your told that such a day....is really something special....personally I hate the circumstance...so here's your final chance....to free yourself of limitation...and accept my invitation.....to be more than just a Valentine....where I would be yours...and you would be mine...I'd much rather see our souls intertwine.....for exactly three-hundred and sixty-five......sixty-six... on a leap year....in a world only we share...let's be there....drive...fly...swim...or even leap there....how could you even see where......your going when your blind.....no 20/20 vision of the mind...no letters on a line .....so let's strive to be more...not for one day...but four......plus three times two twenty's......none less than too many.....plus nine of your fives...times the rest of our lives....so never would I ask you to be my Valentine.....where I would be yours....and you would be mine......instead I'll ask you to be my Gal-In-Time....where we would be one...where we would be fine.....where Feb. 14th would just be the way......into a loving...and eternal......Val-In-Time's Day! - Syncere

Dedicated to anyone in need of a Valentine as well as America's Next Top Model......but if you didn't realize already...i dont really celebrate Valentine's Day....like I said in the poem...I really believe you should show and tell someone you love them all the time instead of just waiting on one day....and then showering that person with gifts...but that's just my opinion!......P.S..........1+4+3= 8(2*20)= 320+(9*5)= 365 - one full year....think about it!

Dear Father

Man....fuck what you bout to say cause i heard all ya lies
As many times as i thought you would...i heard none of ya tries
I know what you was thinking "I ain't ready to be a pop"
If that's the case than ya soldier should have never taken that shot
You left my mom to raise two of ya kids all by herself
And trust that she raised two of ya kids all by herself
It always seemed like you loved all of ya kids over me including my sister
And after all this time you going to act like you really missed her
When all this time you acting like you really cared for her
Making me feel......... so the fuck...... inferior
In do time you'll be like "I wish i was apart of his life"
I'm thinking "Damn...I wish his flesh was apart of my knife"
And my thoughts for you only get more violent in this verse
When i was in the hospital my mom called you, your words were "Call me when it's gets worse"
That's how deep my hate for you gets
The fact that i'm even taking time out to write you...is making me sick
And people reading this...would never see my tears falling from the screen
So I don't think they could ever truly fathom what this means
But I know how to get revenge on people of your breed
And that's succeeding through life...trust that you...I don't need
I dont smoke nor drink or even had a run-in with authorities
I just graduated from college I even got myself a degree
I treat every woman I meet with the utmost repect
And trust if they ever beared my children I would never neglect
It seems like ever since birth you've been against me all along
Through it all I'm still here........still Syncere..........I'm still Strong!

Dear StepDad coming soon!............here's a sample:

Know that because of you my heart is that much colder
And if you ever hit my mom again...i'll knock ya head off ya shoulders
You'll never know what you put her and us through..even til this day
And we would have never thought that you would turn out to be gay

GoodBye

I think we've lied to each other long enough
No matter what we drove in...our ride was too rough
Sometimes making up is easier than breaking up
We believe if we just fake it enough....
We can trick ourselves into believeing that we're still in love
Are you afraid of change?......cause truthfully i am
That's the reason i haven't left in the first place...damn
Why does this seem like it keeps happening to us
Especially over someone i thought i loved so much
There's no one to blame........
Nothing stays the same.......
Truthfully out everything that happened...its not your fault
It was more like a open wound that was addicted to salt
Sometimes memories ain't enough.....
Sometimes you outgrow the ones you love.....
Although we have grown apart i'll always be there for you
Know that I've never cared for anybody as much as I care for you
So we sit around and cry..........
Because.....neither one of us wants to be the first to say.......Goodbye
So with that said...I'm speechless so why even try?
And i guess it's really nothing else to say but..........Goodbye
-Syncere & Lyfe Jennings

Friends

Let me start off by saying that this is my favorite of all the poems I've written so far not because it's complicated(because it's not) but for the fact that it brought back a lot of good memories......Hope you like it!

Friend-a : one attached to another by affection or esteem b : a favored companion

This story of mine is about my true friend
Who is willing to ride with me to the true end
She raised me from birth and for that i truly appreciate
The fact that she has done by herself what normally requires two to make
Like me.....her father wasn't there to help her on this earth
And now it's up to me and her mom to show her what she's worth
She once told her father that i was her best friend
And the fact that he didn't know before hand will 4ever be his worst sin
He was my dog since third grade....and we have been throught it all
From bad advice on relationships......to outnumbered brawls
He was there for me at times when i thought everyone else wasn't
Which is the reason i no longer call him friend but rather a blood cousin
May 8, 2004 is a special day that i'll always remember
It's the day when two people became one member
I can't see myself without her.......in a sense she's my crutch
She's always there when i need her which is why i love her so much
He was my dog since high school.....man i miss those days
Where i would go over his house and play Tekken all day
On Tekken 4 i would win.......on Tekken Tag he would beat
And I would lose out of frustration and call him a cheat
She thought i resembled usher but I think we really liked each other
We became such close friends i was even cool with her brother
We don't talk as much as we used to...but i miss her so much
But she'll 4ever be a part of me and i'll 4ever be her Honey-Bunch
I miss our private convos in the library...but i don't think she'll see..
That the times she thought i was helping her she really was helping me
She had a self esteem issue but i don't think she felt anybody would care
But her beauty was beyond her skin which made her that much more rare
She would say whatever it was on her mind no matter how soft or blunt
But she has qualities as a friend that almost anybody would want
She's the reason i write poetry now.....a fact most people won't know
Her education comes first which is the reason she had to go
It may sound selfish......but i can't wait until she's done
She's truly a special person a.k.a. Ms. My #1
Her nick name for me is Goonz.... and at first i thought it was whack
And she's very special to me......which is why I let her call me that
My only regret I have........is that I didn't know her longer
Through her sexy eyes she emits her soul, and trust there's no one stronger
People i depend on......at which any time I can call
These are people I call my friends and trust that I love them all

If you don't get this poem than you're most likely not a friend of mine but i thank you anyway for taking the time out to read this.....in the slight chance that you are a friend and i forgot to include you give me a holla and i'll add you into it....lol

Dedicated to my friends!

The Day I Hurt Her

Yesterday was the day that i hurt the one
That one day i could possibly see bearing my son
And it hurts like hell when i see her crying
Especially if it's all my fault....a result of lying
I once told myself, i wouldn't lie to save someones feelings
Now her heart......is the process i must start......to complete her healing
Why do i do it?......is the question.......Is it something with me?
Have we fallen out of love?...........Is it something with she?
Stupidity!.......Yes!......No!.....Never in a million years!
If she leaves i'll drown.........forever and ever in a million tears
She........is threatened by Her.......but truly she can't compare
And the fact that She feels forced to...to me doesn't seem fair
And yes.....it is true......it is She that i love
But i'm in love with Her.......and that's way farther above
So any doubt in her mind, it's my mission to clear
As sure as my love for Her...and my name.......Syncere
Just like Jay-z i can't see it coming down my eyes
But if it takes forever to make this up to Her......forever i'll try
So i say sorry today.....and i'll apologize at tomorrow's wake
And i'll apologize an eternal future, for a past mistake
I love you...........And .........I'm Sorry........... - Syncere

Dedicated to Her (she knows who she is), and any other woman i've hurt during my time on this earth....R.I.P to Joyce Thompkins (the first girl i met when i moved to Delaware) and Ashley Harper (i miss our long conversations in middle school).......I love and miss you both!

If This World

First off let me just say that i had some time on my hands and when that happens i tend to think about a million things at once which is the reason im writing this. it's sort of like an outlet for my thoughts, becasue i was thinking to myself and saying that if this world was changed around just a little bit it would not be as bad as it is now. So if this world were mine.......
The levees would have still broke in 2005,
But rather in a place where people need water for lives
So instead of people in New Orleans losing their lives and stressing
Thirsty people in Africa could turn the catastrophe into a blessing
People would want to flock to Africa the new hotspot
And when people referred to it they would say its HOT, not hot
Racism would still exist cause the KKK would do just fine
Not racist against the color of skin but rather people who did crime
And the salary for a teacher would be way more than rappers
Basketball players, and even Academy-Award winning actors
Single mothers would get paid for the pain they endure
Nothing special about this next line but Aids would have a cure
I would have a relationship with every woman on this earth
But not for nothing more than to show them what they're worth
The words honesty, loyalty, and sincerity, would never exist
Cause if so, they would have a way to be rebelled against
Everybody would be sincere thus making me nothing unique
Yet this undefined word would be a blueprint of me
Jesus Christ would've been born on Christmas Night
So at least people who celebrate it would finally be right
Satan would've stayed an angel by God's side
And Adam would've never ate that apple in his eye
And Eve.....that snake would have never convinced
So the need for this world and my current thoughts would not exist
Slavery would be a figment of peoples imagination
And africans would've never knew the meaning of plantations
If anything would be held captive it would be our own selfish ways
Where walking over homeless people is just a small part of a regular day
Where money is not the OBJECT, but rather a mere object
And to attain it, black men wouldn't have to become suspects
Ending up in a place where you're just a number or a stat
And people disbelieve their own reality to cope with where they at
Where you have to survive every single day and trust is the enemy
And walking the block every day reminds you of your captivity
To me this is barely living and I'm enraged, my thoughts.......mellow
Cause this is reminiscent of prison but a reflection of the ghetto
In my world people wouldn't imagine this in their wildest dreams
And what i write...they couldn't begin to understand what it means
Through it all...the moon would still glow...sun and stars would still shine
But this is if and only if this world was considered MINE! - Syncere

ATTITUDE!

Attitude is knowing that you're the shit on your worst day
Attitude is hearing them but not caring what they say
Attitude conveys inner beauty and builds off confidence
Attitude is being conceited but otherwise saying you're convinced

Attitude made a lot of people lose their lives while doing there job
Attitude made terrorists think what they did was in the name of GOD
Attitude is thinking that from this act they'll be rewarded in heaven
Attitude towards others will make us always remember Sept. 11

Attitude made people say "Fuck Bush" during post Katrina
Attitude is what made absentees of the government and F.E.M.A.
Attitude is getting a warning but not wanting to leave
Attitude made people lose citizenship thus being called "refugees"

Attitude gets young black males killed in the streets everyday
Attitude makes them think its cool, dropping out of school at a young age
Attitude is ending up dead or in jail, with absent fathers to blame
Attitude is thinking its okay to call women out of their names

Attitude is being mistreated in exchange for being rich
Attitude is thinking its okay to be called a bitch
Attitude is knowing that you as a woman deserve better
Attitude is never letting a man put his hands on you, NEVER

Attitude is a state of mind that changes like the sands on a shore
Attitude could be good or bad similar to a double-edged sword
Attitude doesn't hide itself but rather shines for everyone to see
So find out what my attitude is currently doing for me

My attitude keeps me crazy at times but sane as well
My attitude keeps me heaven-bound with a road trip through hell
My attitude is transportation getting me where I wanna go
My attitude can be dangerous, which is why everyone should know
Cause my attitude reads this poem and says that I'm very skilled
And my attitude is the same thing that'll one day get me killed

-SYNCERE215

Revenge...Respect....Redemption...A Prison Story! Pt. 2

If you haven't read the first part called "Today was Different.....A Prison Story" dont read this...because you wont get whats going on......for those of you who have read the first one...i apologize for not leaving all the characters in the poem with a name...but i'll fix that right now:

Syncere - Narrator Reno- Main character Jake- the snitch

Kasan- Reno's son Sharell- Kasan's mother Mica - Jake's old girl

Special Guest: Jay- Z - You already know!

And now your feature presentation!.........

Jake:

In my lifetime............I've seen plenty fights break out
Friendships break up.......It's kinda hard to make out
I've told on the best of them.....dug a hole for the rest of them
The Senate was empire....but now I'm all that's whats left of 'em
I did a lot to get where I'm at...but I'm asking......was it worth it
I even snitched on my best friend....even for me that shit hurted
But I did what I had to...I couldn't surface from the bottom
Not to mention the others I've killed.....left their bodies dead and rotten
But if you do dirt....you get dirt...so I know my time is borrowed
So I'ma get all I can today......Synce I'm not promised tomorrow

Reno:

I'm trying to think of the best way for me to get him done
I should say fuck the plan shit.....and just go hit'em up
But I'm not trying to go back...so my moves gotta be smart
And synce that nigga is cold-blooded...I should shoot him in his heart
I gotta be quick......I'm just about 100%......with no doubt
Cause if he doesn't know already...he'll soon learn that I'm out
It's probably all around town......cause my name ring bells
And to kill him while he's aware... for me is unnecessary hell
Not only a snitch......he's a bitch......so he'll never be alone
And I can't fight his army.....so I'll have to get him on his own
So fuck waiting I'ma get him now.....cause you know what they say
That nothing's ever promised.......Tomorrow....Today
Though unpredictable...it's funny what a woman scorned will do
Thanks to Mica I know the location of his house and his side jawn too

Syncere:

He posted on Jake's block....about 3:30 in the p.m.
Pushing something low-key....opposite of a benz or a B.M.
Reno waited one full hour before Jake stepped out of his crib
But he wasn't actually alone.....cause what followed was his kid
Or should I say His kid.....though he never seen him outside of a picture
But it was like looking at a reflection....the result of a younger mirror
Some guys would see their own son embrace another and become sad
But Reno seen the same terms of endearment....and became mad
There was no need to ask questions......He's not known for procrastination
So he followed them secretly............to an unknown destination
There's no telling Reno's state of mind....I mean how would you feel
If your only son had love for someone who gave you such a raw deal
Reno blacked out thinking about how such stress could bring a man to his knees
He was in an uninterruptible trance until he noticed the stop at Chucky Cheese
Normally he would pass on an enemy.......if a kid was with him
But being as though that kid was really his......he couldn't wait another minute
He closed his eyes and decided to dedicate the unmade kill to his son
And pulled out Ebony & Ivory......his trademark guns
If ever they were pulled out.....then you know he was there to murk you
They were his customized twin FN Five-Seven Herstels
With Jake being so niave...he didn't know he was about to die
Being who he is.....he didn't think someone would be foolish enough to try
Jake stepped out with Kasan...on his way the stores entrance
And all the while he wasn't aware of the uninvited presence
It didn't help that Jake was on his cell...with a very important client
And Kasan stopped to tie his shoe...ending up a few steps behind him
In the nick of time Kasan looked up...and saw Reno aiming at Jake
And the next chain of events would change all of their fates
Kasan ran to save Jake before Ebony & Ivory screamed...BOC!...BOC!
A love Triangle.....two people.....but only one of their bodies dropped
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppp!.......was all the machine screamed
And DOA was the verdict..........if only it was a dream
Reno sat in his car.........not believing what he just did
Cause Kasan saved Jake....and as a result...... he shot his own kid

Reno:

I wanted to be there for Kasan....but there was no consoling him
I mean what can I really say when I just finished putting a hole in him
Now I don't know where to go.............or better yet what to do
And after listening to Young Hov his words couldn't be more true

Jay-Z:

He approached this thug/that had a mean mug/and he looked so familiar that he called him young cuz/told him get off the strip but the boy didn't budge/instead he pulled out a newer .38 snub/he clearly had the drop but the boy just paused/it was someting in this mans face, he knew he seen before/it's like looking in the mirror seeing ya self more mature/he took it as a sign from the almighty lord/you know what they say about he hesitates in war/that he who hesitates is lost/he can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank/the old man didn't think he just followed his instinct/six shots into his kid, outta the gun/niggas be a father you killing ya son

Reno:

Jake I hate you more than ever....and I know the feelings mutual
Because of our beef....I can't even show up to my own son's funeral
My thoughts of pain and suffering....with no path to vent
But nothing will stop my quest for Revenge...filled with evil intent

Syncere:

What happened at the scene only God, his enemy, and he knows
So Jake being the snake that he is.....decided to blame the whole thing on Reno
Now Sharell's in a daze.............reminiscing about the days
And how she'll always love her son....and things will never be the same
After hearing Jake's story.........she can only think of blood
And so she vows to never rest...until Reno too..is in the mud

Sharell:

Jake I can't believe this............you let Kasan get killed
I said I wanted you out of that life.....before anymore blood gets spilled
But now I won't let you....so there's nothing left to be said
You know what you gotta do.......I want Reno dead!

Syncere:

Even though Jake's a snake....he did have love for Kasan
And he promised Sharell....Redemption...and his word is his bond
Meanwhile...Reno's at Mica's....you know......Jake's old girl
It was his final option....he doesn't have a friend in the world
For Reno she'll do anything....even risk her own neck
For he is not only her biggest crush.....but also someone she Respects
So Reno thinks hard......contemplating his next move
And if he doesn't make a team quickly....this war he will lose
So he'll tackle this task....with Ebony & Ivory by his side
Fueled by.....Kasan......hate......Mica.......and also his pride
Even I can't wait to hear the end.......all the suspense is killing me
But I guess like you.....I'll have to wait until the last and final......Trilogy!
- Syncere

If you have never heard of a FN Five Seven Herstal pistol...then let me be the first to tell you that they are no joke....not only are they about half the weight of any 9mm shooting pistol...but they can shoot magnum and armor piercing bullets....so there would be no point in wearing a vest....not to mention there's 20 bullets in a clip

I'm sorry for dragging the story out so long...but everytime I try to end it.....more thoughts come to my head...so i just keep writing......but I promise you that the untitled trilogy...will be the last of this story....I hoped you liked it!

Just For You

I,ve been wrecking my brain...trying to think of what to say to you....what would be considered abnormal...but still the right thing to do.....beautiful...you know it...Ms. Shannon did you right...but i really wanna know about the woman inside...small things like.....what do you like....what do you do to have fun...and what do you look for in that special someone...if you've read any of my work...than you know what I'm about.....so you could only imagine....if I ever took you out....intoxicated with your beauty...yet I try to stay sober...as I keep thinking in my head "If only she was older"...but you say it doesn't matter...your last Catch was 22....but something about you seems pure....so that action I would never do....so instead I'll take my loss and leave you with advice....your personality is cool...though at times your too nice...It's okay to be quiet...it's often better to listen...but what follows is important so Please Pay Attention....Never choose a man by the figures on his check...before looks and personality...first and foremost is respect....make sure that he respects you than look for everything else....you know...looks....personality....and even his wealth.....if he respects you...there's no mental or physical abuse.....to some you're just eye candy.....so beware of sweet-toothes......watch out for the guys who are so insecure.....they'll try to strip you of each and everything considered pure...he's the type that will put you down...just to raise his own ego....and though knows he's you're worth more....he'll never consider you his equal....his objective....get into your head so that you may never leave him....he's scared...cause in his heart he knows you really don't need him....but know that that's not all...there's more dangers in the world...like the rats....the snakes....and all the envious girls...it's my pleasure to give you the game..so here's how you deal with them......Don't speak....Don't tell...just Don't Deal With Them!...always stick to yourself...with a select few to kick the bid with....through it all keep ya head up and always be about your business.....some guys will want your heart...with no doubt they'll try to buy you....but your worth more than money......so never let them price you....your beauty is an asset...but never let it define you....for those that see your face...let them know you have a mind too!...I hope you listen..cause it's the first and last time you're ever hearing this....cause what you have just witnessed was a.....Syncere experience! - Syncere

Dedicated to Fashion Icon a.k.a Asha....apparently she thought she was too good to just have her name mentioned in one of my poems (Young Lady)...so she wanted her own....sike naw she didn't say that...but i told her i would write one so i did.....if you couldn't tell before...this is the easiest way to see how i feel about anyone as a person......so if you even care what i think about you......let me know and i'll write you one too! - Syncere

Another Again

I wrote this poem off of the strength that i sometimes feel like this when i meet a girl i like.....and i just wanted to see if anyone could relate to this......so if you've ever felt like this with someone you've liked or like now.....vibe wit me (as Jay-Z would say) - Syn

I finally thought the time was right....and gather enough courage...I thought I might....tell you about how I feel...or at least what's real....Our games have went on too long...so why do we continue to play on...the unsaid goes for another day on...I admit cat and mouse games leave me a little wary...You run I chase you...Our homemade Tom & Jerry....ya stamina is impeccable...something to be admired....But I can't keep chasing you...I'll eventually get tired....then you stop almost if to say..."I wanna be caught"....though priceless almost if it seems you wanna be bought....so you come in my direction....closer and closer....but that's when I stop...and I anti-approach ya...we do it all the time....it's not new to either one of us...as if our genuine attraction for one another just ain't enough...every once in a while it'll seem like we're on the same page...turns out that we won't be....same shit different day....everybody already says that we're the perfect match....but as alluring as we are...we cant seem to get attached....So I'm starting to get the feeling that it's not meant to be....and though our eyes are both open we're not meant to see...and though I want you....I must say my patience is running thin.....And this cycle just continues.....Another Again!

I'm starting to think that it was maybe a mistake...Cause I'm getting a funny vibe from the love we just made....not that it was bad or anything of that sort....but it feels like it shouldn't have happened....I don't know what for.....how can we be sure...if we never let each other in....no more talking for the night....and so we're at it....again...It's a love-hate relationship.....but in a synce I hate to love you...though I want to....something inside me...won't let me trust you.....or me for that matter...and while I'd very much rather....start this all over....I think it's best that we decide it's all over.....As much as we may try....can't quite see eye to eye.....so in the meantime...I guess we'll say....bye-bye......Trust that I'll check up on you every now and then....Just as long as you don't forget your Syn.....this is a losing battle that we'll never win.....But for you.....know that I'll fight....Another Again

And so I got a new friend.....I wish I could forget you...but I miss you....wanna kiss you......again....and she's like you...but she's not you...gotta find you.....again...So now I feel worse than ever...doing something I told myself I'd never....hurt my companion...could you even imagine...saying I love you with someone who's there...when it's someone else with whom your time you would rather share......and that someone is...you....deep down I think you knew.....I think I did too....that it would come down to this....ever synce that first kiss....we were hooked to each other.....even in the face of another....we couldn't hide our true feelings...yet we refuse to start the healing....from this wound that we both made...from our one true mistake...of not accepting our fate...of us being together....cause we'd very much rather...play like we have been....acting like it'll never happen......and to be honest I'm not sure....if there even is a cure.....for what we claim to be sick with....it would be better if we just did it....kicking caution to the wind.....committing one final Syn......turning a losing battle into an Ultimate Win.....and so we start to begin....Another Again! - Syncere

Dedicated to anyone who can relate to this poem.........the parts in italics are from the song called "Another Again" by John Legend...if you've never heard it before...you should listen to it....it's pretty good....more from Syncere coming soon!

Young Lady

This was another Myspace original....so the names that you encounter.....are the actual display names of certain women on Myspace

Excuse me miss.....How do I go about saying....that I'm syncere and like kids on punishment I'm not playing....Yeah it's a lil different...most guys would ask you your name...but before they can even finish..you've already seen through their game....It's not a game...this is real...so how would you feel....if you had no way of showing it...the opposite sex....no way of knowing it....my guess is we would do just fine.....although I reminsce on a future where we could pass time like a vintage wine and if I said the words "you are mine".....you wouldn't disagree just smile.....let's let that thought marinate for a while....sounds good don't it.....why don't you take that fantasy and own it...it's yours if you want it.....say you want it...don't run rather confront it..yeah I'm blunt wit....how I feel and what I say....how would you feel if I came at you this way.......I asked your name then spit my game in a way that ain't original...and I said that I was feeling you...jealous of the way them jeans is fitting you....Cause yeah you wearing the hell out of them...no doubt beyond the fact....but why you letting them jeans even touch you like that.....Not tryin to trick you just open ya mind....to someone deeper...... yet worth the dive...if your willing to take the risk...I know you normally don't do this....but how else would you know...that I could free you from limitation...but only if you let go....I wouldn't harm what I could charm....one tongue from oblivion....two lovers into eternity....three pleasure from a million...the difference between me and any man that you see...is they would try to lock you down...I would rather give you a key....they would buy you a nice watch....I would give you time....they'd eventually break your heart.....I would give you mine...so entertain the idea of a beautiful young lady...in a love hotter than Hades..or maybe...just maybe we can start with something minor....with me creeping up behind ya....telling you that your beautiful...only God knows what I would do to you...and you could too....but your skeptical..not sure if my actions are acceptable...or a mystery...just say yes and the rest would be history...with nothing but a kiss from me...to you....is all it takes to be....through...with all the games that a man is known to play..and the lies that you'll be told....from the games their known to say....while I'm wishing that one day....I'll meet the young lady of my dreams....and I've managed to find you...someone true...or so it seems....but it's something we'll never know....unless your willing to let go...but you won't..cause life experience has told you all men are the same.....and what I'm giving you is game.....so I'll start by asking your name.....

Before you answer just pause....I'm entitled to a guess...and if I'm right than say yes...disregard all the rest...Synce your So Sweet..I'd think candy...or something close like Mandee...Am i similar to this?....Sweeter that a Hershey's Kiss...or a Chocolate Bunni....you're worth way more than money...how about Tiana, Camesia, Roxie or even Mya....Delise, Saved & Sexy, or something passionate like Desire...Something strong that stands alone like ~B~ or Queen Bee.....maybe a zodiac sign...I'm thinking Precious Pisces...you're something delicate like Butta...very soft to the touch....something expensive yet priceless my Diamond-n-Da Ruff....as a Fashion Icon you're flawless....I'm sure you're someone's idol....Tyra Banks ain't got shit on America's Next Top Model....you're a bad one..you dont chase them but rather replace them like Kerri....Otherwise I wouldn't say this...but you're a young lady I could marry....you have an inner-beauty that's deep....almost impossible to see through...you're hard to figure out...so i'd Never Assume the Obvious is True - Syncere

Same Lame Game

Now let me explain why I say this game is lame dont nothin really change but the playas and the price tag on the cocaine different names and faces-slangin from the same old corner bases emulating klan racist.........by catching black murder cases.....

Yeah dats right, same lame game--chasing a couterfeit fame that cant be caught...tryin to buy manhood that cant be bought...fighting a war against yourself that shouldn't be fought...you selling, they buying, both dying...mother's constantly casket buying...intellectual bandits in high places lying and denying their architectural roll in this man made masquerade

The gravity of deaf rapaciously snatches the wealth of young brothas breath like stealth...one six feet and one systematically lynched by the commonwealth....a real live camouflage genocide...manufactured demise, who am I...just another casualty of the lies...a disposable pawn in the game of shame trying to survive....just give me one mic like that boy Nas cause the truth is bullet proof but you dont hear, you fear me cause I'm hated and debated and X-rated cause I'm telling you that the game and our destitude is related

Same lame game, born brave in war torn conditions....conditioned not to listen, So LISTEN! programmed on a self-destructive mission...economic oppression creating urban desperation and frustration...cultural castration got us spinning out of control...population control....generation after generation we sell our souls, the real black gold....bodies riddled wit bullet holes...in the morgue played out permanently layed out ice cold...black faces in constant combat mode-european made A.K.'s and calico's! we talking bout the game, AKA THE BLACK HOLOCAUST! IN FULL EFFECT....Elijah told us to take on the X until we learn to correct our cerebral cortex.....

Born in the eye storm and politically scorn for being born....brothas is fratricidally squeezing and brothas bleeding and brothas stressing and brothas vexing...yet brothas still dream through the seams...turning obstacles into opportunity...but the man is tenaciously planning, ways to leave us strandit like slave bandits in his man made hell called jail...then you and I got years to contemplate the crimson blood trail of the endangered species young black male......
You see, no longer do we pick cotton and get hung from tree's....we now wear trees on our feet...hang on corners getting plucked by 4 pound glocks and corrupt cops...while the gaps between the have's and have nots continue to increase our baby's proceeds to die wholesale in the streets

We must break free from the illusion and come to the factual conclusion that the Game is the brain child of a clandestine Bigotry....the same bigotry that created slavery..the same bigotry that made black history a mystery...the same bigotry that navigates the weapon of mass destruction call poverty...the rules is rigged - M.A.N./ The General

It's my turn.......

Same lame game...can't say that I expected much change..same faces diversified races yet the price is still affordable for crack cocaine...stabbing us wit poverty marinated needles and wonder why we feel pain...Dont wonder why we enraged, don't wanna hear about our problems so they'll build us a cage..while we burn in flames of self hate...and you call us insane...While you look for Saddam Hussein it is you who bomb our populated planes, preying on our slain and our wounded...yeah ya'll hear our cries but ya'll tune it....Out!...so we're forced to shout and make our own way...we shoot but we dont make our own A.K.'s or glocks...and we live on'em but we didnt make our own blocks....but's it's the same lame ones we're dying on....Original gangstas riding on...younger brothas and single-parent mothers end up crying on....

The game has always been lame.....and the same synce you and your boys came...call yourself a man but was known to steal land....from red hands...but what do we know......as we watch you play godfathers like Pacino....and to cover your tracks you give red man casinos...tell the yellow man to pick for gold and build railroads...while in jail black men grow old....trying to straighten out crooked federal cases with unjust traces of the manipulation of power from pale faces....Ask me if I give a Damn..I'll walk around armless before you can even ask me to give a hand....but I'm only one man....so why is it that they can't see it like I can...To those content on buying bars, driving drop-top cars..newborn ghetto superstars...it wont last...all such shallow things will have come to past...It's the same lame thang but like Hov they'll "Never Change" much rather "Change Clothes" than "Change the Game"....and so it remains the Same

Can it be?....that humanity has reached it's climax on the scales of insanity....while jail bars get harder...the harsh much harsher...fighting infinite enemies wit the minds of a martyr....the new state of mind is critical for every living individual similar to the days where false worship was a ritual...in a land where every tenth commandment is reprimanded good advice not taken advantage....and so we pitch under-handed...the game is indeed lame but I no longer care....sharing knowledge wit those who choose to be unaware...it's their lives at stake through fate they make the same lame mistakes...to blind to see that there is no fate but what we make...later consumed wit hate....I'M THROUGH...wit a game that's not built for the meek or the weak but rather the strong...hearts harder than concrete....it's not built for us to survive...so we do...to their surprise...but we walk blind YOUNG BLACK MALES OPEN YOUR EYES....it's your lives being taken..unprotected baby making they took the bullets out the clip and reloaded wit AIDS in.....Checkmate.....but I am not a king but an Ace so I move...you don't and you lose..which side do you choose..righteous ones..or poppin guns built on destroyng your own comrades.....the shit is sad....For a game not tailored for kids....Syncere agrees the rules is rigged! - Syncere

For those that don't know....this is from the person I said was more like a Dad to me than my real father.....he's currently incarcerated.....you probably can tell from all the big words in this poem.....I had to refer to the dictionary a couple of times....neway this was real deep so I decided to post it...being as though he couldn't do it himself...I just decided to add my Two hundred cents at the end....so please if you got anything to add...feel free...hope you liked it!

What Am I

Most people start off fast so they normally try racing me
But when they see my speed...they often end up chasing me
Being found is a state of mind where only the lost can be in
But when they're lost in me......they'll never be found again
Some say I had a beginning...but that is just a mirage
I just might be the one thing that is the same age as God
Some people have to much of me...and others...never enough
But the ones who ask for more....I would never think of giving such
Patience is a virtue.....good things come to those who wait
But people want it all.....but not the me that it takes
When people wanna go slow...they say they're taking me
My relationship wit the past...is as vivid as the future sees
Most people are scared of me....So most wrongdoings occur at night
But in do me........Everything is bound to come to the light
Some say that I'm cruel............cause I wait for no man
But what if I did stop..........what would happen to Man
Could you imagine me stopping or even standing still
At a me where you couldn't detach what's fake to what's real
I don't like the thought of not moving....I wouldn't even try
So to those that stand still..........I just pass them by
With no significance to your name...please don't "why ask why"
Cause when you had the me to use me...you decide to let it die
And when you die....trust me...I'll still be hear on earth
I'll just move in the opposite direction of the start of your birth
Even when the world wasn't here....I've always existed
I was just never accounted for...or recorded with digits
The stars are at my beck and call.....the sun shines on my cue
I am that Damn good............I can even control you
Have fun and I'll fly by............don't.....and I'll walk
I'll come up at least once...in every conversation or talk
If you're before me..you're on me...if you're on me...you're late
If you're after me....that's too bad...but I'll pray for your fate
What am I? -Syncere

I made this one kind of easy.....I just wanted to see if I could make a poem...in this format...now that I know I can...the next one i make will be much, much harder...in the slight chance that you didn't get it by now..you're not slow you just think differently...ha...ha...ha..just send me a message and i'll give you the answer.......hope you liked it!

My Thoughts........Let Me Tell You

My thoughts come to me at 60 miles a minute
So i'ma explain the process of my brain and what's in it
First of all.......i only show people one part of myself
Like a card player only seeing the cards that he was dealt
And i'm guilty because on myspace i noticed i've done the same
So here is my intention to try to give you the game
I had a poem on my page that asked you all the questions
And i figured i would ask to try to learn you a lesson
I didn't lie.......cause i do like to ask women stuff
But like ~B~ said.........21 questions just isn't enough
And in reality only half of me cares about the answers
The other half would probably care less if you had cancer
So who is this other half?....Do you really wanna know
On a one way trip to hell....do you really wanna go
My other half doesn't care about any questions that i've asked
For he is only concerned.......about the future of the past
I asked if I could trust you...but chances are I wouldn't
I don't care if you are trustworthy...chances are I couldn't
Cause he doesn't like any one getting that close to me
And he doesn't feel anyone that close.......should be
The last time that happened...his feelings were severely bruised
So now I don't pick my friends....instead I let him choose
I would love to say I'm all about keeping you happily speechless
But I think that is exactly where he has located a weakness
So for now your closed out.....so yeah I'm cutting you off
But in a world of many...take it as only one....lost
But if that one was me...and i'm the Truth...than I feel your pain
So if he's at fault....than he's the one......that you should blame
And don't worry cause one day we'll be together again
But that's if and only if it's not considered a....Syn
I would say I need time to undertsand why I'm this way
Truth is I dont wanna be near you.......so that lie I won't say
Instead I'll tell you the facts.........unlike most christian ministers
And if I had to name this personality than I would name him Synister
So if Syncere was your life....and every waking breath
Then he is your last.......and the advent of your death
So know that I'm not always nice or as cool as I sound
I just try to keep it hidden at least until no one's around
So these are my thoughts...and Man let me tell you
You'll probably think that you know...but I'll bet you wish you knew
-Syncere

Pain In My Life

I heard saigon's song "Pain in My Life".....I felt it so much that i had to write a rhyme to it.......it's kinda of like his unofficial remix

That's what the mother said to her son/Man it's been like this since ya life I begun/And I'll be there to fight ya battle, til the battle is done/And i won't leave until the battle is won,she said son it's/ So much pain in my life/ So to that heroin she's addicted/Can't figure out why all her kids is autistic/She saw the pain it took from others, and decided to hit it/Now that she's hooked she can't get out or live wit it/She can't quit it wit/So much pain in my life/I'm sorry but just thought i would say/Why you ignore me everytime that i pray/I'll sacrifice all of my future for a better today/Can't see the son cause man my skies are all gray/What can I say wit all this/Pain in my life/And everytime you prayed I felt it/You gotta learn to play the cards you was dealt wit/Know that i'm always by your side and you were never neglected/Don't thank the pain but the life you was bless wit/He said check it/There's so much pain my life/I walk wit you like them prints in the sand/And since i'm here don't think you less of a man/When life is tough, i picked you up and put ya life in my hands/I swear to me i did the best that I can/Cause i'll be damned it's/Pain in my life/She couldn't take the beatings no more/She cocked it back and shot him down to the floor/She said i'm sorry but i couldn't take the pain anymore/Before she knew it...her brains she blew it/How could she do it/So much pain in my life/Nobody's seems to know what had happened/She took her life in just a matter of seconds/Police wondered what could it been to make her move so aggressive/They learned the lesson from her facial expression/it said it all/So much pain in my life/Everybody gotta face the demon/All it took was a gentle touch from his semen/And all the while she's being raped, she hoped and prayed she was dreaming/Screaming for help but ain't nobody believing/can't stop recieving/So much pain in my life/And now the child is looking for father/She didn't know it but her dad was a monster/and her mother felt so ashame,it was her child who gave blame/Wanted to tell her, but she figured why bother/It aint a game/So much pain in my life - Syncere

I've actually wrote this to the beat so if you wanted to read it with the song it would actually fit in perfectly......but that's only if you can do it.....but you can still read it like a poem because that's all rap is anyway.....the part where i'm talking about facing the demon and the woman getting raped is a true story about someone in my family so i felt that part the most.....hope you liked it....saigon holla at a nigga.....lets make it an official one

Synce This World!

I got questions to ask and I'm waiting on some answers/Like why do the good die young/Why aint there no cure for cancer/And that the streets they take my glory/Cause it's something out there for me/But I must leave my territory/So I wont end up....just a Ghetto Story - Lupe Fiasco

Lil Wayne was right....this shit is harder than a bench press
So this is my concensus of all things considered senseless
Synce the world isn't mine......nothing is as it should be
Not saying I make that much of a difference...but nothing is as it would be
While the rich gets richer...there's no money for the poor....how unfair
And the government really thought they were on to something when they started welfare
Where young girls get complacent of their lives...with no need to reject it
While they use that money to look good...their children stay neglected
And they say life goes on......but I'm tired of this shit
Can't take my mind off the chaos....and it won't get any better
And news people cant even explain this weird ass weather
I feel so helpless in a world that could really use a hand
Too many heart-broken women...who could really use a good man
But the women who get the good men usually use and treat'em wrong
So the good men gets their heart broken....and eventually moves on
These men then have changes of heart...vowing to never be hurt again
So when they find that good woman...they decide to use and hurt them
And they say life goes on......but I'm tired of this shit
AIDs is a full-blown epidemic.....people dying too soon
And they can't find a cure....but they can walk on the moon
So let's talk about the Government whose priorities are out of order
Who are trying to fight a war.....but can't even provide water
To United States citizens who were dying from Katrina
And the best plan they could come up with...was an absent F.E.M.A
See the thought process is simple....but for them it must be hard
You never fight on someone's property if you can't protect your own backyard
And Bush has the nerve to say our troops aren't dying in vain
But I have yet to hear about one of his family being slain
They say life goes on......but I'm sick of this shit
I'll never get the logic of weapons of such destruction and power
And the minds that created them.....such a bunch of cowards
There are weapons that can destroy the world more than one time
But it only takes once.........they've all lost their minds
These are the same people that should be making a cure for cancer
But ask them about that....and not a single one has an answer
So how dare they go somewhere else and look for arms
When they have more than anybody here...And no one gives a darn
Or a damn......So trust that this is making me sick
They say life goes on..........but I'm tired of this shit
The prison system is screwed....if you know your number....state it
They'd much rather throw you in the hole...then to see you rehabilitated
Scariest thing about prison.....is getting used to your imprisonment
It's even worse when you get life...with no escape for you from living it
And the ones that do get out.....seem to find themselves back
They are to stuck in their ways...like a train on a circled track
There's only few who get out...that manage to actually stay away
But where are the ones smart enough to not have to wait for such a day
How could they say life goes on.....when I'm tired of this shit
Nowadays everybody is religious..especially when it's convenient
So I'll pray for their past....cause the future I have seen it
When someone dies they blame God.....while pretending to be helpless
But if God preyed on the living then I too would call him selfish
So when someone dies.....don't ask God....why did he take him
But rather blame the real one responsible...........Satan
If you've listened to my words......then it's no wonder why I'm pissed
So when life doesn't go on...maybe then...my words they will get
But obviously at that time...it's too late.......the sun will no longer shine
There will be nothing I could have done...Synce This World isn't Mine!

-Dedicated to everyone managing to survive in this crazy world we live in......hold ya head up..it only gets worse from here on.......on another note i have finally started writing the sequel to Today was Different...A prison story!...i'm kinda of figuring out what i want to happen with Jake so stayed tuned and look out for that...I'll Holla!

For The First Time

You don't know it yet....but i'll always be there for you
I'm an add-on of many...whom which already care for you
It's crazy but for some reason you wouldn't take your eyes off of me
As if you were looking through my eyes.....and it was my soul you could see
I didn't want to hold you the first time..i was scared.....did it show?
Cause i felt if i put my arms around you...then i'd never let you go
I might not always physically be there...but i'll always have your back
If your train of thought gets derailed....then i will build you a track
You have a father who loves you......a godfather the same
And that's why i was honored to give you my first name
And your young so i'ma do my best to give you the game
How to seperate the snakes and the rats......the real from the lame
I'm not gonna hold your hand....you'll have to walk your own path
But you survived an abortion...so you should be up to the task
Watch out for the women you'll encounter in life
Cause though beautiful...they could be the cause of so much strife
So find that special someone.........and hold on tight
And whatever you do.........make sure that you treat her right
There will be a time when peer pressure will be all on your back
But don't succumb to it, or run it, but rather keep it in tact
Always listen to your parents they'll always steer you the right way
Don't be afraid to ask questions...even if your unsure of what they'll say
Although older protect your sister.....as i have done mine
Cause boys will be attracted.......she's a star and she'll shine
I say all this with love...........you'll understand it in time
So please listen to my advice....and trust me.....you will be just fine

-Dedicated to Jayden Kristopher Reeves (my Godson)...a.k.a lil Syncere