Love, Knives And Other Sharp Objects

Mini Book - 2

KoM

KompleX

Mr Keep On Moving

Love, Knives And Other Sharp Objectsadd relationships, flings, memories n regrets. stir.

© 2012 by Love, Peace and Poetry Ink Operated. All rights reserved

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About the author:“Where Langston Hughes meets Mos Def.”

K.o.m.p.l.e.x. is a poet, hip-hop artist, author, youth educator and actor, from Brooklyn NY, now living in Baltimore, MD.

KoM or Mr. Keep On Moving, has opened for Floetry, Jill Scott,Raheem Devaughn, Wale and many others. Accolades include:- Consecutive performances on BET Lyric Café, 2008 & 2009- Works aired on VH1 Soul, and MTVU - Review in The Source magazine- Speaking role in critically acclaimed TV drama “The Wire.”

Having toured the U.S. extensively over the last decade,KoM is considered one of the best poets in the country.His fans love him, his peers respect him and his pen trusts him.

Hey this is KoM.

I wrote all that on the previous page.It’s weird writing about yourself…especially in 3rd person.

Just wanted to get a lil informal for a second & say Thanks for picking up “Love, Knives…”I think you will enjoy this quick read,

tho it wasn’t all enjoyable or quick to experience but hey…

Be sure to get all my mini-books.I’d like to send you a free copy the first one.

It’s called “She Loves How I Write.”That’s the one with the sexy pictures in it.

It’s a scorcher.Might burn your fingers.

Before you even go on to the next page of “Love, Knives…”Get out your cell phone and email me AHORA!

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intro:

the last thing i bought her was flowers then in a couple hours 2 ships crashedinto iceberg towers and the titanic sunk

right next to the love boati thought that when all else fails

love floatsguess that staying power isn’t really in us

guess the flowers were just not pretty enough

content with the content

I. love never diesII. dragon peaceIII. her name was sonnetIV. the remainsV. genie usVI. firm quiet silenceVII. telephone likerVIII. relationship therapy session (bonus)

love never dies

it was like god took two stars out of the skyand put them in her eyesshe walks like she understands the sunlove never diesshe lives behind my eyesit’s been 10, 12 years i can still hear her smilethis may take a whileshe was my firstlovecrushtouchthe last i will ever lovethat muchthe most beautiful there will ever beto methen

and still newi feelyouin my sinewsa large part of who i becamei still replay our gameyou still break my heart in the endmy first, my favorite painit takes many men to make a manbut one woman can break a man into a million little boyswith little poise and great big ole heartsa track starshe ran away with mineand never came backbut i love her foreveri stopped running after buti love her forever

jg

even if i couldhave any girl in the world

i only want you

dragon peace

it’s been moons and a season sinceand i just begin to let goi don’t want toit took a minute to remove your keys from my key ringyou don’t even live there anymorei just wanted to hold on to somethinglet one of these billion raindrops be hope, be something otherit took a minute because my hands would not obeyi think i should move on at 50 miles per hour on the underpass foot on gas pedal on floor heart on fire fire in mouthmouth yelling“i fucking love you man!”window down left hand crying fingers sad i let them gothey fall like tearsthe keysa piece of youi had to do it that wayyelling at top of lungsi had to do it that way to quiet the implosionteeth into flesh dragon shrieki quieted them just long enough to feel a whole new afraidit’s too quiet nowwant to go back and find them

it’s 1 a.m. and the road is as empty as my laughter latelyshit! can i go back and pick up the keys?i had to do it that way50 miles per hour 1 a.m. yellingwindows down heart brokento quiet the dragons at least for a little whilethey can bleed in silence while i move the earth

cb

her name was sonnett

me broken, falling, landed in your armsmaybe t’would have been best that we ne’er metfell in love with your smile your eyes your charmlines cross between memory and regretin a dark space when i could barely breathethat one day could’ve begun our foreverlove’s promise a priceless gift or mere teasewarm possibility to hard neverthanks bad time wrong place and raw circumstancestill you kissed me with pure, plain affectionthough t’was to be our first and last danceyour words and your worth remain a blessingi wish i did not have this choice to makei wish i did not have your heart to break

ss

ever share a moment with someone that reminds you of everything wonderful about life?about love or the possibilities thereof? the type of moment that happy marriages are built onafter an argument, the moments you remember and make you want to make upi had such a moment with someonethe conflict i faced throughout and after doesn’t in anyway dull the moment.i won’t let it

the remainz

you always told me that i would hurt youi never listenedsaid that one day i would dessert you i thought there wasn’t anything we couldn’t work thruhard-headed that waywas not sure what i was looking for but knew us was not enoughwe should have just been friends maybe now would still be friendsand you would not have criedtho you tried to hide i know youand i know people are made stronger by the things they go thruwe went thru each otheryou always told meone day we won’t even speaki agreed we were better friends than loversbut the sex was goodthe sex was outer body dimension transcendingintergalactic space traveling mind bendingwwf monday night wrestling goodwe had thatsome laughs, time, sweat, cashbut we didn’t, couldn’t lasti think of you on many midnights memory train takes me down memory lanei let it run

you are the star of some of my fondest recollectionsi don’t want to forget oneand lose another part of me the ironynow that i choose to have you apart from mebut you knew we would part and me?i said not hardly but one of us had to be wrong learning from my mistakeboth of us have to move on sing a new songbut we used to hang so tightsometimes i feel i still have my noose oni reach for youyesterday disappears and ‘now’ is screaming in my earbut that’s lifeyou love you lose you love againif only we know now what we knew then or however it goesclichés are useless the truth is we kept movingin separate directions together acting brand new like we didn’t know betterlove was a given still some things missinglike trying to make a relationship out of religion half-emptyi left seeking feeling like a lost shadowsearching tomorrows for brighter scenerywondering how you remember me

da

genie us

without even tryingu managed to climb behind my eyelidsperch on the banks of my most treasured memoriesand consistently sweetly dip soft feet in my pool of dreamsthe way i see u now, flawed perfect u too can walk on waterfrom ur demure, offer me a curemy eyes r listening n willing to travel ur chord changesosmosis ur most delicate into my reflexesu could have kissed george washington’s faceand freed 1000 slavesbut they would have killed u n i willed u saved for meperfume of my meditationsin the still of balance u move into mewoman in symphonythe moments tears tattle of innocence stoleni can stop time againgive u 'now' wrapped in sunshine n windinhale ur needsread the secrets in ur fingerprints daughter of brown earth worth oceans natural technology evolving back to goddesssoft hands and the strength of ur mothers jigsaw ur edges to fitdrawn to the struggle in u i seethe tremors of a breaking city never fell ur love for urselfur people or me

thank u for still believing u would find 'us' in this blindness n we could build what we had beyond the sun brokengenerations run between us we wait, wait thru cloud formations plate shifts n quakeswait thru people in the form of mistakes glowing in the shadowsthe genius hiding like snow atop mt kilamanjaro content in the navel of a folded promise to never settle for less than what we know we promisedi promised u me we promised each otherand my august thirsts for ur rainmy mazabi aches for the velvet of umay i prostrate in the fields of ur harvest?may i splash in ur moist at midday? cool in the shade of ur voice at eveningsleep in your dreamsturn n find your smile waiting for me at golden morning afterur laughter medicine for my soul1 smile could cure the common bad dayhow blessed am i? joined at the life i touch god in ui touch god thru uand u beg of him not to slay meand when the seasons have browned n turnedthe sky will smile mother will widen her orbit

and a spring moon will give birth to ur new i will accept in perfect gift of shewe are supposed to be “forever”“together” is not enoughfall into my ribcage and return homemy adam has missed u

?

firm quiet silence

a soft pierce her heart like windowbreaks loud pounds of a heavy whisper light lie, she a heavy listener

she lay on chestbreast to breast rest-undaunted turmoillulla-liesunearthing promisesshake parasites from passion

our minds travelthe distance between last night and for ev…for realbetween words and intentionshaving been disappointedplay disappointer compassionatelyoh if it were all pleasant

she swingsblow after blowtrying to strike a balancetomorrow change shoesagain…circles in walk

in other’s direction windy street signstoo noisy to hear what i really meanmust wait for the silence to rise again

cg

telephone liker

she lives in my cell phoneand we laugh at everythingin love with each other’s voices she moans at my baritone to me she sounds like homei can hear her smiling when i’m dialingsoft breathing turns hard day to soft eveningwarm greetingsthoughts meeting in the air on a cloudy crushyouthful attraction with a hint of grown lustsecrets tucked away in the felt but unseen smiles behind awkward silencescut short by flirtatious chucklesjunior high butterfliesice cream truck conversations deliciouskissed with closed eyesshe lives in my phone i never told her why i really calledonly mentioned how bad work wasnot how bad the hurt wastold her how much my voice meant not that it was my ointmentdidn’t want to get sticky since we only shaken hands once the night our professions metyet magnetized by the answers our questions meti dig how she maintains her mysterymakes me want what she’s not giving meand i’m too cool to show it she too cool to blow it

and whenever we say good night i remember what she looks likethicknew york accentintense and innocentdifferentphone + call = guaranteed laughteri like how i feel afternot sure what she’s after well see afterjust talk to mesay whatever you’d liketell yourself the restpromise one day well share more than air time share spacesreplace this ear to ear staring into space with staring in each other’s faces wearing each other’s gazesbut after the wait can we handle itgraduate from reading text messages to body languagemight flirt worse and grand slam in the first at home now so on second thoughtmight never want to see this person againmight never want to meet this person againless pressureright now whenever i want to get hershe lives in my phone and i like her therei’ll go to her tonight in the airand well talk about brown and brooklynqueens and the bronxthat’s where she’s fromrum raisin ice cream i know the best in town

poetry, mad jokes then come right back to brownretorts are the wittiestboth sort of ticklish to the innuendosthen go have real conversations with encouragement and inspirationchased with complimentssay good night and make no arrangements to talk again.

a

riddle me this onei am only over her

when she’s not around

relationship therapy session done in haiku

anniversary blues/baby we need to talkwhen is the right time?

holiday. birthday. yours? mineto break up with you.

relationships and why i don’t do them girl i think you crazy!messed up royally

you mad, messed up royally.wrong. wrong. even. bye.

no titleplaying hard to get!

i will always let you win your loss. play again

epiphanyit’s not that i’m so

hard to deal with. your justnot the one for me

P.S.-

Any artist without an audience is like a room with no walls.YOU are as vital to my work as are the experiences that inspired them.I would be proud to earn your support and make you proud to lend it.

You lift me.Thank you.

Mr Keep On Moving/KoM

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