My dreams escape modesty, there's no one to judge...

Secrets sprint north, catching up with my cares and fervent prayers...

That Venn-diagram kinda love, accented with aged varying eccentricity!

My chocolate is beyond premium; got hershey tryna contact me...they wanna know is it possible to package all my richness ;)

Wait can you not see the star in me? ok ok, pull out the telescope...focus, Im slightly to the right of the biggest Star "God" :)


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Being an honest friend correlates with being an expert skier; once you hit a slope, everything is down hill...you appreciate the slope if you make downhill safely :)

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I stepped outside of the box today to notice the box was full. I poked a whole, the ppl froze as blood disposed from their nose. Around was white, clear home to few, with the nearest person a mile in lieu; of welcome signs, signing off the next destination;

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Shakes within progressed from just a thought, and poured into feelings, a beverage
Anxiety haunts that one sip, overdosed and nearly slipped into a blank--et of mis-reads and dysfunctions
Stabilizing the once controllable uncontrolled substance that only existed for a microsecond
Blink! I tell ya, that way it'll fall thru the cracks or at least Aladdin
Windex the brain to add clarity and accent with scents of sense...the flowery kind that dispenses strongly but slowly takes over...ummm ummm good
It's free will, you and I
Never duplicate or lend the master key, for it confirms sobriety and feeds imitation
Tighten pants and flipped hats!

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A “Gentle” Man

A “Gentle” Man

Glare eye sparks at the ignition,
twist turns to a start of red cheeks and smile burns
hot cryptic desires decoded not once but upteen
to recollect of what's less than fairy--true and money green
Sweet melodies on display, luminous and divine
Enclosed, dated until fresh, box confined
A gentleman, my ladies, "chef"d the Mr. Clean
Polo'd the fashion and set the scene
Please Doctor, Engineer my Lawyer to Account for my Chief--
---Executive officer's decisions and "make it brief"!
Wine to dine, and smurks when he dresses me as if improvement is charged
Baffling, I say, "suspect" ion is at large
Mirrors idolized, endorsed with a bowtie at the blink of an eye
Flirting with this long-haired, tone physique, handsome young guy

~Dominique C. Cooper
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A boy, no Man

A boy, no Man

Abandoned, entrapped
No blinks, no windows, no naps
Loud knock, solid stares, bold affairs with fidget cares…
I enabled…
A boy, no Man

Perplexed, callow, indiscriminately astir
A sex crowd, allowed with discretions, no fear
Clockwise, persistent, delusive but detained
Escaping his account, by sanitizing his name
I enabled…
A boy, no Man

Fading, bleached, wishing upon restoration
Contradicting, shades of a buck, greeting sensation
Apprehensive, explanations, self confined
At birth, experiences never intertwined
I enabled…
A boy, no Man

Masking, ten thirty ones, denouncing she claims
Creamy, polished, words “unfamed”
Patronizing, for sustainability, the byproduct of lethargy
Soothing, front-end, compilations so sugary
I enabled
A boy, no Man

Silencing, alarms, third party rendezvous
Shaking, still unwavering, with faith to chew
Strengthening, uninviting, concrete walls a heart
Remedial, acknowledging, denials a la carte
I enabled
A boy, no Man

Abandoned, entrapped
No blinks, no windows, no naps
Loud knock, solid stares, bold affairs with fidget cares…
I enabled…
A boy absent of a Man


By: Dominique C. Cooper
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I wanted it, I had it, it never really left…

I wanted it, I had it, it never really left…

The indiscriminate taste of a heart’s darkest moment drenched in a puddle of despair
Not enough to drown you or relive those past years, only an extended cry for air
No pumps or revitalization mechanisms to save; no compressors or draped white suited PAs

The magnitude of trust becomes minimal like an overheated cube of ice
Evaporating the sincerity of what I met, not once, but twice
No call for duty or siren induced search
For I walked in, booked myself, and greeted the clerk

3 walls, 12 bars, the freest of freedoms;
Fantasizing about what I couldn’t fathom but distraught about its reality
It’s not that the sun didn’t shine brightly or the dew was distasteful
Only it was so real, falsified by the halt in time of what I could feel
Outside of myself, commentating what my mind discussed with my heart
I wanted it, I had it, it never really left…

Eve and her sisters’ sisters became a thing of the past
As the insecurities drove toward new failures, seemingly non-stop
Sympathizing with what was hidden; walking behind my eyelids, life un-cropped
Aimlessly running in the passenger seat with the end opposite of my right
As technicalities became obsolete, unconditional-izing this fight

Its clarity reigned in wonderland,
while this unexplained feeling condensed on the very surface of my backbone
Falling deeper into that unconscious state where smiles reside and happiness is sewn
I wanted it, I had it, it never really left…
Absence favored the process of thinking, fading away the theory of eternal promises
While coloring the suppression of that root
Synchronized voices applauded my pursuit; I couldn’t do this because I left my black suit

By: Dominique C. Cooper
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Absent Words

Absent Words

Thoughts, several...hunting for an expression
As externals call upon my attention
Salute to the Maker, global casting calls befall
Digression starts now as my flesh battles to be seen
Poetic renunciation far left of lean
Attempting to dumb it down, attracting a less than ordinary scene
Tapping into the flow of "commoncity"
Persuasively, you believe
No word, the words, ness of absurd
10-31s becoming my fad with threads unheard
Clothing the very naked but mature organ supporting life
Age respective, many would debate
A mouth closed, when pride becomes the bait
I’m sure he knows the risks, why play it safe
My patience gets like seconds, and runs hastily away
60, 1…60, 1…


By: Dominique Cooper
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New Birth

New Birth

I found out I am pregnant today and I can’t say it took me by surprise
Because I facilitated this behavior and waved natural goodbyes
What am I gonna do, I’m only 6 months past 22
With a career, no husband, a pure shopping guru
I read about this stuff and had no weds to lock
Hesitating based on my wants and Your will to mock
Why me, Lord…so sooooo far from feeling regret
With isolated randoms, somehow we’d met
Two weeks in, I’m feeling it…the physical receipts
Only if I could return it, I’m thinkin, rewrapped, gift something neat
I gotta wipe my eyes…I can’t ever let him feel what’s clear
These feelings, O-natural, needle picks my fear
The satisfaction hides behind 800 pages filled with words to explain
Self-mutilating my first instinct to rebelliously complain
There’s no changing it now, it’s growing breast below
Left to research and study the things I knew but really didn’t know
I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t ask for this but only a few are called
Trusting you Lord, with not just this, but at the point of it all

By: Dominique C. Cooper
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Overview: I wrote this poem today while in engineering training. The Lord has really being blessing me...I've written a piece just about everyday now. This poem is not about a man+woman pregnancy but a spiritual pregnancy. I hope you enjoyed it!

Blinded by what I see

Blinded by what I see

The excitement calls shotgun as my eyes grab the wheel
Weaken by the weight of my extremities, working mind, no feel
Knocking fists with the bunny, seconds become energized
They keep going and going, until I’m dressed to drive
My eyes on high as I cruise straight bye
Holding hands, warm smiles, and la la la la lullabies
The next block drains the fuel feeding my adrenaline as the ’94 stops red
“Never back-track” are those words…my Momma did say, said

By: Dominique Cooper
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Drowning

Drowning...

I just stepped in some water and felt a rush, it choked my pride
This thing grabbed my security and true truths begin to divide
Two seconds in, panic approaching the surface of my flesh
Subtracting wintery shivers and adding drowning distress
Stranger me not, I've before camped out here
Blowing up my confidence, Life-jacketing my fear
Non-verbally comforted by the invisible reassurance that you'll always be here
I stepped in
Again and again, carelessly again

I just stepped in some water and felt a rush, it choked my pride
This thing grabbed my oxygen, and rushed inside
Two seconds in, my flesh was cooled pressured down
My own questioning mind ditched insecurity and left it to drown
Stranger me not, I've before camped out here
Negotiating my trust, because THIS TIME your words were far more sincere
Waiting, I stepped not in
Again and again, carelessly again

By: Dominique C.
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