Feelings Disguised

Feelings Disguised

Words unravel into the streets of all reasoning looking for a place to flow
But its complexity seems to build a brick wall where the shadows of the past lay below
Just the simple notion of clarity in all those misunderstandings surpasses the norms
And lays beside the soul
Where the closeness of the heart reaches that point and unfolds
…Unfolds the searching words,
Of wondering thoughts—Emotions!!
And just that simple complex notion…
Relatively aware of thy feelings but was shorted-sighted to the fact
That love comes in anomalous ways, through walls and cracks
Acceptance is the key to “just that simple notion” and dwells in that frame of mind
Of only those who search not of what they find…

Dominique Charde’ Cooper

Addicted to Attention

Addicted to Attention

A racing heart, fueled by the foes that lie behind your high
Ranting and screaming with no alibi
In search for a leap only the dealers can supply

Prancing the malls with a thuggish accent
Only to mask your addiction
Not knowing that honesty shields against fabrication – not non-fiction

Smiles and smirks without credentials introduces game
That feeds into your habitude so smooth it reigns
Paced instantaneously, the left hand switches right
To reiterate occurrences prior that night

You’re addicted

Deep rooted in those 9th grade days…it killed your identity
Trapped your feelings behind your heart and imprisoned your amenity
Sunglassed this situation…shading it today
When you’ve handcuffed decisions that were relevant on Sunday

Freely endorsing billboards as if those secrets can’t write
A way to others knowing the plagiarism you site
Stealing shows without compensation and boldly spending your two cents
Side effects of this exact comment

You’re addicted

A surplus bring satisfaction and changes can never occur
Because it effects your self-esteem, personality…whole persona
It can’t be define exactly, it varies and so does dimension
When you’re addicted to this thing called... “attention”

~Dominique C. Cooper

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

A broken heart dispersed into a box that imaginably measures perpetuity
simply enclosing past relations that seemed to define me;
A Second chance was deemed too closely-related to ‘forgive’
because I was still in love with the breaker, anti-engineer;
Life changed and hope was ostensibly small
But I let the Mastermind take control of it all
What I found was surprisingly authentic and profoundly tender
Plausibly slick, bodily slender and presently my number one contender
And that’s for love.
I cannot say that the bait appeared to be a tasty one
But the bite reached deep into the skin
Led to something complex…something felt within.
Preparation presented fear so it was nothing embraced
And before I knew it, this love thing was encased…
So tightly, I was a ghost to my own heart
Unwillingly to forget set limits for the second part
But RB’s capacity shone through the closed vase, to impart…
A piece of him to heal my broken heart.

…No Efforts Necessary

…No Efforts Necessary

Sunny bright and lovely…even through clouds a fat
Dressed and clothed loosely with sunshades and polo hats
Winds come a blow, blo blow…what a disguise?
Trained so well, my hellos become goodbyes
A tree may lean here while a fly flies a nag
But the MAN can’t clean your face when that “special Nobody” has your rag
Freedom only leaps when self control says go…
But the driver can’t be lagging around in a burnt bronze pinto
Nights can be 24hr days filled with skittles and rainbows
Only if that released imprisonment suppresses mentally by what I like to call Chill Mode!
…no efforts necessary
Dumb looks printed facially works well with store bought grass
Because it professionally stunts growth while secretly revealing its true class
…no efforts necessary
Inconspicuous neglect takes control of the environment, one you MUST conserve
Because it kindly taps oh so softly that one important nerve
…no efforts necessary
Jog, skip, sprint, or chunk rocks happily…smiled laced
Because it wholly represents who runs your race
…no efforts necessary
Sunny bright and lovely…even through clouds a fat
Always and forever, Chill Mode can definitely assure that!


~Dominique C. Cooper

Thoughts a flow…

Thoughts a flow…



Laced in sugar sweets
Nappy hearts, words bitter keep
A discrete make to move, so fast, slow weeps

Dressed in a white gown, veiled in brown syrup
Life is a grimy slip, covered by blessings on heard
Herd-less, I should say, because grasping is like jello pudd
As only the isolated one, crowd-less seeker accomplish no THOUGHTS could…

Imagine how skies float under my shoes when I touch beyond the sky
Only to realize, to manifest the works of the GUY
Not to deviate, but water just a flow, flow…flows
As the words harmonize together out dat do

Purpose you ask, what do you say…can’t reach ya?
Expressions of an “on-high” English teacher
A bit more complex, too instantaneous to stick hard
Concentration, sense, and even logic locks – barred!

Questions to the oldest, myself – me
To challenge my love with insecurity
Only the thoughts tho…”no efforts necessary”
Can’t let this love lose to a game’s victory


~ Dominique C. Cooper

Untitled

Trapped in something unforgivable, obviously untrue
But held so tightly by one for nearly two…
Years of clear & black assumed infidelity or love (what some call)
From a past due “cell” BKA the infamous separator but why stall?
Time supports essence and beautifies change
…because insurance is afar and I’m the closest in range?
Impossibility sits high fighting existence; at least that’s how I mask myself, knowing I can’t let go…
Go of the obvious, maybe unintended while devilish actions intervene...
On my place in your life, small but habitual, clearly unclean
Help? Yes, you need it more so than freedom because outsiders secretly creep inside
…knowingly but closed eyed on why lights bleed darkness right next your heart;
Time supports essence and beautifies change
…while my patience boxes with the mechanism of life
Success is imprisoned and age is useless, it’s 10 years behind…no lie
Who, What, When, and Why…why…why…
My face has served as a bumper too long and time isn’t enough for being…
Stuck here, hypnotized by the second hand and controlled by the first…
Remember that “Cold is Cool for Me”…love, hunger, thirst

~Dominique C.Cooper

Uncannable

"Uncannable"

Volunteer enriched with dark skin mints
Housed in a platinum container, so rich and preeminent
Got female pups running up for pedigree so abruptly
The peculiarity can’t neutralize the particulars about me

Success surrounds my ankles, while haters stench like soles
And confidence befriends fear with real swift intros…
Introductions of my Father, you know…the rich one
Invincible and pure…laced with an incessant stun

He saves lives and can even retrieve a heart
Especially one like mine…broke, broken…seemingly apart
Instantaneous reassurance of my apparent “rare”ness attracts why bait
My intellect and class questions why waste an earthquake

I got plans, plans, plans, plans…
And yea you don’t involve them if still wearing cans
Wrapped in advance, sealed tight with only one real move
Need a tool to use and then a spoon to approve
Distaste, no taste, because you were pre-wrapped!

Yep, right now the gear is missing a shoe
And patience searches for the laces
But it’s only some Forces…you can get them by the cases!

~~~~~ Dominique C. Cooper