Poetry With Styles by Wendell Hockaday Jr. (universal ebook reader .TXT) 📕

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Its not meant for me to be understood- N I thought I was writing books, music, n poetry; N I wasn’t. I was writing n am writing a life journal and memoir. N it just happens to be quite clever. My life is not ware I want it to be, but I can fight off writers B-,L,-O,-C. N I still got people who love me, don’t have a job but I’m a hustlin S-O-B, with a college degree, n a soon to be divorcee. I was depressed but pushin kill, n smoken it is kinda chill. I gota get back to work. N I’ll hit you later.


“Finally Ready to Move On”

I actually found something to look forward to.
I was so depressed and lost with no direction.
And then it happened; my mind flashed and took me away from my present state.
I started to hear light jazz playing and I was in a room softly decorated.
A shape appeared and although I couldn’t see her face; I felt her presence and her sent I could almost taste.
She walked towards me and the mysterious face began to take a vicarious shape.
She smiled at me and my heart started to beat; and right away I knew she was my future wife that I have yet to meet.
And then my mind came back to its senses, and I awoke from my day dream.
For when I meet this woman; if I can spend at least one minute with her, the pain of the love I’ve lost I’m willing to endure.


“Never Give Up”

You woman who has just buried your only child; get up rite now and go outside and smell the fresh air.
You husband, who sits in the house and is waiting for the world to pass you by; get up rite now and go outside, for it is no longer time for you to cry.
You person, place, or even you thing; get up and go outside for no none is to blame for your pain.
It is the natural way of things for your heart to be broken and you to be knocked down and fall- but only the strong survive; so get back up and go outside.


“Talent in Esrever”

Some times all you have is a pen.
Paper is have you all times some.
Some times you don’t have any body to talk to.
You to talk to wants body no times some.
Some times you feel so alone you think your gona die.
Cry to you for tears share won’t eyes your alone so you’re times some.
Some times we think we know where we are going, but we are really just as lost as we can be.
See to eye naked the for impossible is it but, talent reading are we times some.


“Dreaming”

Will I ever get to take my mother to Macy’s and let her buy every thing she likes?
Will I ever get to take my kids to the Honda store and let all four of them buy bikes?
Will I ever get to listen to Mozart, Beethoven, or even Bach; with a woman who likes it a little bit; I mean not even a lot.
Will I ever get to go to the World Series, the Super Bowl, and the Finals all in succession?
Who knows and who even cares? As long as I have dreams, in my head I can go there.


“I Write”

Well they tell me I’m just average, but when it comes to writing I’m a savage. I know I’m not England’s Queen, but when it comes to poetry I feel as though I’m a King. They say if you find something that you love to do, that you’ll never work a day in your life. What if I love to write, hate to dance, and love to fight? Is it so wrong of me to fill confident in my ability to express myself? I’ve been writing since I was seventeen. I’ve wrote everything except movies seen on the silver screen. Now its time to change the world with words, but that can be deeper than it seems.


“2010”


A pool full of water and people by the sea, sand between my toes and Ciroc in me. Sun on my back and wind in my face, purple smoke in the air man I love my new place. Steaks on the grill and lobster on the stove, everybody’s real chill and I’m feelin real blowed. Music in the air and my kids are playing catch, the dog’s even happy cuz I got him playn fetch. Money in my pockets and money in the bank, I’ve got no enemies so I don’t need a shank. If you can visualize it in a sense it really is true, I’m not scared to dream, but I’m wondering…..are you?


“Abuse Makes You Worry”


There’s a little bit of water dripn on the floor.
But if I go to sleep who’s gona answer the door?
I haven’t seen the mop and I don’t know where it is!
I don’t know whose gona open the door, but it better get open!
No that’s okay, I don’t need any help. I can do it on my own.
But if I can’t find out where I’m going, I’ll get directions on my phone.
If I say I’m a help you, you better let me help you!
I don’t care about your phone or directions, you just better get here!
I’ve cooked dinner, made money, and I’m tired; I just wana lay down.
I mean if dats okay with you, cuz I need you to come around.
Give me that money and the food you made wasn’t worth a damn!
I don’t care if you sleep or die; you just better be here Boy!


“What Happened to Your Rap Career?”


So you think you can rap cuz you spit a couple lines, what makes you think you’re not just a house wife with a big behind. You gave yourself to your craft and then you gave producers your ass. I took penitentiary chances for the last 12 years. I had a key in the trunk, you called the police I could a got a hundred years! I came back every time like a pig for slaughter, but you kept getn me locked up like I wasn’t a starter. I’m a Hall of Fame baller and I aint got nothn to show, you wasted all our money and bout had me lookn like the guy from Blow. I had a dollar in dimes begging me to leave you alone, I tried to keep it real and not break up our unhappy home. But you left me to die; fresh off a car wreck that I had cuz I was drunk ridin around lookn for you. I miss my kids and I’m gona get joint custody, but I don’t miss you; cuz I know now you never love me!


“SIN”


I wake up
I pray.
I read my bible
4 times a day.
I still curse
but I try and watch my mouth.
I still lust
But I don’t sleep with every woman that wants me to bust.
I’ve committed adultery but
sin can’t buy me.
Because the wages of sin are death;
And I’ve already died twice, so Christ most have a calling on my life.


“My Gold Chain”


I’ve got a big gold chain and his name is Larry, when I can’t sleep at night he sings to me like a canary; but Larry gets mad when I take him off. I say, “Larry I can’t sleep with you cuz gold aint dat soft.” He say, “Man Wendell Chill, cuz what if somebody steal me when you sleep so they can pay a bill?” I say, “Larry watch your mouth for I give you a bath; cuz you know you hate it when I put dat jewelry rag all over your ass.” He say, “True.” So the next morning I wake up and Larry is drinkin a brew. He say, “It aint my fault. You the one spill stuff when you’ve had to much to drink.” So now we can’t kick it cuz Larry done went and got drunk. I feel so naked with out my gold chain, I’m a roll me a blunt!


“HOOD PASS”


A hood pass aint when you drive by the hood and look in. If you’re walking threw some ones hood and they take a shot at your ass; well then son you prolly aint got a hood pass. A Hood Pass is when I sign this big deal, and go back to the hood cuz dats keepn it real. I’ll drive my big cars all over town, and nobody will say nothn cuz they know how Wendell Hock gets down. I’ll go to the projects where I got shot and started to bleed out, I’ll find all the little kids and start passn my money out. How can you be a star on t.v. and be scared to go where you use to hang? You aint got a Hood Pass, you just a square and a lame. I got a Hood Pass and I’m a still have it when I get this fame!


Started 12/27/09
Completed 1/3/10

Publication Date: 01-06-2010

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