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

Death Of Love -(Throwback Poem)

This was a poem I wrote years ago. I am posting this one because I received the most responses from my peers when I last posted "Death Of Love" online. Enjoy.


I took away your happiness; your sunshine has faded into a dull light.

I took away your sight, for love-you put up a strong fight.

My delight was in pleasing you, and fulfilling your every need.

But I was weak by love and you were full of it – I took it from you piece by piece,

Your heart is wrinkled now, it was neat. I was full of emotional greed.

And now it's hard for you to love, hard to trust – heart of rust – stained by scars.

And the little drops of love you still have is locked, tightly behind wall of fear –

Deep in the corner of your soul, behind huge metal security bars.

But without you I'm nothing I apologize, I watched the tears build up in your eyes.

Lady, you cried.

I said I was sorry.

I cried too.

And like a baby needs milk-I need you.


I want to give back to you what I stolen.

I give up my careless ways and like a poker game I'm folding.

I wish it was you that I was holding, instead of this damn pillow.

I've treated you like a widow.
Where you had love … now there's hate.


I want you.

I need you.

I told you.


You said, "It's too late."

I'm sorry I stole your heart.

Written By Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr. 2006

Spread Thin

Like peanut butter at the bottom of the jar,
scooped out with a spoon - spread over a thick
piece of Iron Kids bread.

That's how I'm spread. Thin.

I know God has a purpose for my life.
He's allowed me to be used, emotionally abused;
I've allowed myself to be other people tools.
A self made Fool.
Surrounding myself with people that love me -- I think.
But, I feel like a mule.

Am I being spread too thin?
Is this a test to see if being used allows me to win?
During the day I'm a Hero to all,
My cellphone rings and I don't even want to see who called.
Because when it rings - there are so many things that are needed from me,
other people problems, fears, relationships, kids, wives - lives are spoken
to me. By God's will and my ears -- my eyes are open to see. Although I don't like it at times; these life lessons - my poems illustrate confessions - deep in my mind.
Maybe these things are focusing me.

Lord notice me. My son's hoping for me.
I feel alone...even though I have thousands of friends; family that's there
But don't care. Lord help me build so I can feel,
completely structured like bricks house, thousands of folks live in.

Unlike a suicide note I know this poem is where it begins...
I AM SPREAD THIN -- But my Faith is thick, Ice is thin -- yet Ice is slick!

So enough with that bulls&*t,
I'VE BEEN PICKED!

2004

Love?

Inquiry: What does love mean to you?

Your answer: Love means to me like the water means to the sea. Love means to me like the honey to the bee. Like the Sun to the earth. Like the flower to the dirt. Love means pain and Love means gains. Love means waiting, even if it rains. Like the Heart to life. Like the love of a blessed wife. Love means more than I love you's Love means more of I will do. Like the Me to You Like the You to Me. Love is deep like the waters in the the sea. ...

Hand Picked Music: Greatest Creation (The Enigma Album) Everett James