Brokenhearted Melody

What do men write songs about more than anything?  Women.  Especially the ones who break our hearts or diss us.  Lol!  Ok, so maybe that's not entirely accurate, but you know what I mean.  I'm no exception.  I thought she was down for me like I was for her.  I'm pretty sure she was, but there was some drama and if you know or remember anything about me, know and remember this: I.  Don't.  Do.  Drama.  I just read this one for the first time in years.  Wow.  Happy reading, y'all and thanks for checking me out!

Brokenhearted Melody

y i feel like my world is crumblin’, rumblin’, fumblin’

tumblin’ like a weed thru a ghost town

thought i’d found the love of my life, my wife

and best friend for life, help ease my pain

strugglin’ and strife, then, cut me deep like a knife

i stopped livin’ trife 4 my welfare and cuz i care

about me, you, us and we a family wit mo’ arms

than a Joshua tree, but now i know the joke

was on E-R-I-C i have 2 set you free 2 fly like an eagle

i’m 2 regal a man to blaspheme your name

nevertheless it’sa shame how u done me

spun me and twisted me n2 your web

when all i was doin’ was browsin’ your site

i mite, be a permanent memba of the lonely hearts club

head 2 the studio and set my heart up 2b overdubbed

or dubbed over 2 conceal what i feel on the real this

is a raw deal wit’ no steel to grab on2

thought u was down 4 me like i was 4u

who knew u’d turn your back and put on your cloak

and plunge the dagger into my aorta

what sorta stuff is this, sour like a lemon twist

i missed u and misjudged u at the same tyme

God and rhyme gon’ have 2c me thru

which is what i am with u

© 2013 Eric J. Watts

Earlee Retirement

I love hip-hop.  I learned a lot from it.  Some of it good.  Some, not so good.  I've purged the not so good.  However, I can't deny the fact that the way I write is influenced in part by hip hop.  Back in the day, I wanted to be a rapper.  Even had a lil' group.  No, nothing serious or worth mentioning.  Just a few fond memories for me.  This piece is in the style of a braggadocious MC.  You know, back when cats would tell you how "nice" they were on the mic and why you couldn't beat them and best not step to them.  I'm letting him/them know, that in a lyrical sense, I'm not to be trifled with.  Should one do this, I'll retire you.  At least, that's what I'm saying in the poem/rhyme.  Thanks for checking it out.  I appreciate you.

Earlee Retirement

look at me, think I’m playin’

anotha victim lined up 4 a verbal slayin’

prayin’ he change hiz mind about hiz life

got a wife and kidz who need ‘im

2b a husband and a fatha

if i botha 2 spare hiz soul

‘fore i snatch it or fill him fulla holez

mo’ than a tennis racket

will he regretfully apologize

or let hiz family sympathize

afta i penalize him 4 illegal motion

slipped up 4got i was chozen

az the Next Great One

by the Fatha, Holy Ghost and the Son

i’m done lettin’ u run

and hide behind your gun, the dresses of nunz

no more fun tyme in playland

strike up the band

20 carz follow your momz limo wit dey lites blinkin’

i’m thinkin’ i shoulda had mercy

cuz i knew u waz cursed wit’ stupidity

now your body’s rigidity iz all they see

your momz cryin, “who did this 2 my baby?!”

“ma’am, it was me who gave him the verbal tongue lashin’

i made him go outta style like fashion

try 2 ration out the lyrical ass whoopinz

but i caught ‘im lookin’ wit’ the intent 2 steal

a verse, a line that was mine

commit the unthinkable crime

ain’t worth the tyme on a Rolex

so i flexed and clenched my mic

made the punk believe the hype

i was live like Saturday nite

came wit lyrical lefts and career endin’ rights

spared his life cuz of his seedz and hiz wife

went unda the knife 2 repair hiz vocal chordz”

oh Lord, look at the damage that got done

u musta challenged the Next Great One

undisputed, confirmed and blessed by the Son

you’ll neva speak again my friend, you’ve been retired 

© 2013 Eric J. Watts

Doubting Thomas

This is what I'd think Doubting Thomas would say if we were to ask him about his doubt.

Doubting Thomas

saw Thomas and asked him ‘bout hiz doubt

dropped 2 hiz kneez and began 2 shout

“what kind of fool waz i not 2 have believed

the Master had more than magic in hiz sleeve

blind, broken and crippled with leprosy

He touched them all and set otherz soulz free

then came me, Doubting Thomas, i’m sure u’ve heard

how he just hanged there never sayin’ a mumbling word

after it was over i needed some kinda proof,

az if i wazn’t there az they watched him from roof 2 roof,

healing the sick and feeding the poor, only He and the

Father knowing what waz in store

destroy the temple and in 3 dayz watch it rize again

if they only knew now what i knew then

the Master Teacher waz the King of All Lordz

fought with the Word not swinging of swordz

raized ‘em up from the dead and even all fourz

now here i stand, call me Thomas The Doubter no more”

©2013, by Eric J. Watts

Hope For Me Yet

What can I say?  A brotha was feeling hopeless, but then I tapped into THE Source.  If you're feeling the same way as I did back when I wrote this, may it encourage you.  Thanks for stopping by!

Hope For Me Yet

what i’m sposed 2 do when all my hope iz gone

lost and 4lorn and gone 4eva like clementine

y whine an kvetch and wretch when i can stretch

and reach for the sky and ask God y

u put me here wit’ no fear

if i back up and look from the rear

it’s clear You had this planded

left me stranded on this planet that ain’t my home

a virtual stranga livin’ in a danga zone to

hone my skillz 2 make milz even as a part of the beautiful let down

i frown sometimez wit’ sadness but

joy and gladness bring me right/write back

2 talk no smak, but attack lack and the content thereof

wait for the sign of da dove dat bringz and meanz peace

i release myself…no wait, i tried but the enemy lied

and told me i could do it on my own

check dat, hiz way left me cold, hurt and alone

so i went 2 the Masta asked uhh, release me pleaze

bent down on both kneez and bowed my head

almost cried when He said, “Go and sin no more”

score! 3 points, Fatha, Holy Ghost and Son

ok, 1 point, cuz 3 makex one

done, finshed, cuz my sorrowz iz ova

been touched and heard from the real J-Hova

God, Elion or Ancient of Dayz

az many namez az there iz wayz 2 give praize

now blaze up the brazen altar

and watch my God do anything but falter

© 2013, by Eric J. Watts

Keep this in Mind

My style is probably a bit different from what you're used to.  No worries.  Sometimes, I spell phonetically.  Sometimes, I mangle the English language to fit my purposes.  Guess what?  It's all good.  It's poetry.  I take a few liberties here and there.  If you have any questions about my word play or any of the "funky" spelling, give me a shout.  I'll do my best to help you understand.  Thanks for stopping by!  Be ez.  Peace.

Ode 2 Single Motherz

I wrote this years ago for my friend who's a single Mom.  Times were tough back then for her and her young family.  The message is this: through the tough times and spots, trust God and remain faithful.  Thanks for reading it, y'all!

Ode 2 Single Motherz

your circumstance iz not greater

than the powa in Hiz handz

it ain’t by chance that u dance

and prance around joyously

i know it seemz 2b the best and worst of timez

look like a financial crime

the way u gotta be struggle and guggle

ain’t enuff piecez 2 fit yo’ puzzle

wallet wearin’ a muzzle

but u gotta snuggle up close 2 Him

who can c u thru the bluest of dayz

how many wayz He done blessed u

ain’t neva left u

alone and confuzed

wallowin’ in bad newz like the bearz

he carez and gon’ bring u ova the mountaintop

to an abundant land

hiz plan iz greater than we know

to reap we gotta sow seedz and bear fruit

it’s da truth u’ll have more than u need

Abraham seedz got ta flourish

in this life and the next,

says so in the text

and the rest really iz history

mystery was solved on Calvary’s hill

it’s there where u lay your billz, trialz and worriez

sinz, doubts and fearz were buried

4eva and a day on thru eternity

he’s returnin’ c and keepin’ track of our faith

oughta be amazin’ like dat sweet soundin’grace

the race iz ourz 2 win, turn from sin

and tune n2 the Holy Newz Network

same channel, no need surf

on this earth just stay crosseyed

and read your guide 4 directionz

how 2 cross them tricky intersectionz

remain faithful and wait upon tha blessinz’

© 2013 by Eric J. Watts

Charleen's Painting

This is a poem about a painting my sister has in her home.  Nothing clever about the title as you can see.  Thanks for checking it out!

Charleen’s Painting

pluck the stringz of my soul

and massage my heart

start 2 soothe me baby, watch me fall apart

i ought, not 2 play u like a tune

but it’s 2 soon 2b this committed,

smitted by da love bug

just give me hugz and kissez

cuz i missez the muzic we used 2 make

u give and i take and turn the crooked notes straight

wait 4 the bridge 2 cross the broken hearted melodiez

help me pleeze and caress the neck of my spirit

tune the chordz propa, so the whole world can hear it

and soar high above the solitude

az i exhude the peace and tranquility

of the musical sonnet

a lyrical soliloquy

© 2013, by Eric J. Watts

It's time...

Greetings One and All,

Welcome to my world of poetry.  That's right, poetry.  I've been writing for years and I still do.  Soon, I'll be publishing and recording (yep, I'm a VoiceOver Artist too) my book(s) of poetry to be shared with the world.  Um, did I say the world?  Sooo, about this world thing...It's ok, Eric.  It's time.  Ok, folks.  Had to give myself a pep talk.  And he, I, us, we?  We're all right.  It is time.  And I'm glad you're here with me.  I hope you enjoy my poetry.  Thanks for taking the time to read anything that I write here.  I DO NOT take that for granted!  Without further ado...