Blessed With You - Part 1

Blessed With You Part 1

Thankful for ears that hear and a

tongue that speaks.

Thankful for eyes that are blessed to

see.

Blessed for my hands  -  oh so thankful

they touch.

Thankful for my very life – God’s breath

that fills me just enough.

Thankful for feelings, emotions – electrifying

my motions – Blessed with a Power

that moves oceans.  But to attempt

to conceive the very notion that you’re not

with me is explosive.

Something like a explosion

Without the bang!

Like a thunderstorm without the

rain.  Without you I’m lost – just like the

Scarecrow’s brain.

Nicholas “Redd” Scott Sr.

7/9/16 

Soundtrack for this poem:
Everett James : Loose Your Love 

I will never forget this day..

Today will be a day that I will never forget.

But I’m sure she has had days, way before this, that she’ll never forget.

Whateva.

Conclusions, from concussions of too many nights of fussin.

Constantly rushin, to conclusions mind fuckin,

Black, but now I’m feeling like a White Russian-

Dark skins Miss, I’m going to miss.

Your kiss was delish,

Was delish, Now shit smell like fish.

At night I wish,

My mind circling, missing you Miss?

Today-my heart fell below the grid, under the abyss.

While my heart hid-My eyes, had no lids,

I could see clear, my reflection in the mirror.

It was ME! At first I couldn’t see,

What my heart was trying to telling me.

What, she was telling me.

What, I was tryin to tell me…

IT’S OVER. FOOL.

Dream Girl Gone-Part 1

And all day I felted her soul,
Speaking to me-
Holding me tightly
Nicely inviting me to remember the nights
we were so close.

Now she's leaving for good, and I knew this day would come-
Believe me if you should
I wouldn't stop her if I could.

No matter what you think,
I do Love her, that you should know
But sometimes .... you got to let love go.

Dream Girl Gone...

Poem By: Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr. 2011

Handsome is He...

Handsome is he…


Handsome is he, the one I love the most
A shadow of my every dream
Handsome is he my ghost

The only man that my lips will kiss
And my hands do hold him tight
Every second of this absence, he is surely missed
And living is a fright without him insight.

He is me though I’ll never be him
No matter how hard I try
He is me, I live in him
So I will live even if I was to die

But death will not fall on me
Like innocent has fallen over his face
We will make a voyage to the seven seas
God has blessed our breath with grace

Handsome is he, to my words he will heed
He is the heart beat to my life
Handsome is he, my seed Indeed
To blossom he will, from the rays of God’s sunlight.

My son.

Alone?

Have you ever sat down, took a look around and found that the only sound breathing was yours?

Have you ever took a walk in the sand, wanted to hold hands, dance and watch the sunset land, with someone instead of yourself for a chance?

Have you ever played hide and seek, with someone sweet, who knocked you off your feet, and in times of passion, been your source of heat?

Have you ever walked between trees, stepped on leaves, felt the cool summer breeze and falling down praying for that special someone - praying on your knees?

Have you ever been lonely, in solitary, deserted, abandoned, detached, unaccompanied, isolated, unattached, or unconnected?

Have you ever been alone?

I Listened

She sits down, She talks I listen.
She says.....he's not treating me right.
I say - he's not, damn.
Without questions from me - she begins to talk.

I listen

While listening I stare, I think, I can understand.
He's really not treating her right.
She listens....to me hoping I give her advice on her man.
I agree to her strong points, I continue to

Listen.

I paint a picture of her in my mind, knowing all the things that tick her off
And the things that makes her day.

I listened.

While listening I learned that she likes to be kissed,
She likes attention.
She also loves football.

I listened to all of his downfalls.

I began to give her the attention she longed for,
I changed the channel to ESPN,
I kissed her on her forehead
I reminded her of the things that made her day.

She smiled and leaves, feeling fulfilled.

I Listened
........and she'll be back to talk.


(This poem felt so good to write...it's also a throwback it's one of my older poems from '06. Be quick to hear....slow to speak...and slow to anger...quick to hear.)

Poem by Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr.

....inside of Mona Lisa's Frame.

This is a new piece (July 2010). I didn't have a title for this one until the end. Enjoy.

She is like the air I breath
She is parallel to God
She is what I believe

Like life, she flows through
my veins.
Bright like the Sun - Warmth
And nutritious like the rain. ahhh

She is earth -
Her garden is the only place
my seeds will grow.
A secret Garden -
Her location is only for me, to know.

Her kiss leaves me in a place of
bliss. Imagine that.
Her only wish is to receive a honest,
Kiss, right back.

If I had to paint a picture,
she would be the inspiration
from which the art
came.
And up completion
The piece should be fitted inside of Mona Lisa's Frame.

Poem by Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr.

Hand Picked Music Selection: One and Only Everett James