Our LoveLike a baby living contained by its mother, two hearts beating together within one
Our love is very much the same; our two hearts are pulsating within one love
Anticipation of its health and perfection abrade us as our emergent love enlarges
Discomfort, change, and pain organize as the loves grows and develops
We wait and wait for the blessed day which seems at times to be an eternity
While we wait the discomfort is eased by a movement of existence
The changing is as if the body of love is being protected and nourished
Nine months is the time for a child to bring joy to the mother
Time, discomfort, change, and pain all precedes the most wonderful joy
For us that most wonderful joy will come bringing us a lifetime of loving ecstasy
By
Christopher Darrick Odom
The ocean of my lifeThe ocean is vast, immense and majestic. It envelopes our sphere
The immensity of your soul splendidly swathed my essence
The ocean is deep, cavernous and profound. Its depth seem endless
Your love, my love, our love together will challenge its infiniteness
The ocean is power, dominance and supremacy. So soft and yet so perilous
The danger would be to live without your affectionate and intoxicating sprit
The ocean cresses rejuvenate and refreshes. It’s the basics of all life
You conveyed life into me, revitalized my sprit and invigorated my soul
You my dearest, You truly have become my ocean and I wish to swim in the vast, majestic, endless supreme cresses of your love till eternity.
by
Christopner Darrick Odom
My life I am like the seed of a dandelion who is taken by the breeze
At the whim of the breeze I am lofted far from home across the land
My future is uncertain and I am frighten and full of quandaries
The breeze whisk me higher above the clouds into temperatures I can’t withstand
I think there for I am, or am I … I breath therefore I live, or do I
All of my senses are working but I find that breeze controls me thus I’m on standby
The breeze eventually releases me and delicately lay me upon a lake
At the caprice of the lake I am driven even farther by its strong connotation
The current seize me and my prospect is bleak and again I forsake
From the lake I go to a river to a stream soaked beyond my aspiration
I think there for I am, or am I … I breath therefore I live, or do I
All of my senses are working but I find that current controls me thus I’m on standby
The stream introduces me to a stone, sopping I stick and the sun begins its roasting
At the whim of the sun I am ripened my voyage seemingly terminates
I an held to the stone I’m unable to move and fear my destiny is composting
My mind now travels to where I’ve been and what I’ve seen as my time negates
I think there for I am, or am I … I breath therefore I live, or do I
All of my senses are working but I find that sun controls me thus I’m on standby
I’d thought therefore I’d subsisted, or did I… I’d breathed therefore I’d existed, or did I
I’ve seen, I’ve tasted, I’ve heard, I’ve smelled and I’ve touched yet never managed
I never reached my budding or purpose I fear I have done nothing, or did I
Great distances and heights I’ve attained, powerful forces drove me yet was it bondage
I no longer think there for I was, or was I … I no longer breathe therefore I lived or did I
All of my senses stopped working and I find that death controls me thus I’m on standby
by Christopher D. Odom 
THE REWARD OF SINCERITY I was sincere in love. I was honest, devoted, and I invested all of my time and energy to make the union work. You in spite of my favor saw me as feeble and week. What breed of man is kind, honest, and devoted, unless he is week, You would state just prior to letting me go.
Why is it you complain they you can't ever find a man. You always say, " all the good ones are married". You declare you want a man who is sensitive, caring, and honest, a man who can show his true feelings. When I come along, you can't deal with my sincerity, and you leave me all alone.
I often wonder what it is you truly want. I see you with men that beat you, lie to you, cheat on you, and you never leave, yet
my reward for sincerity is loneliness and pain.
by
Christopher Darrick Odom
THE PLEAD OF A CLOWN People laugh at me, make fun of me, push me around, kick me when I'm down. They like to see me cry, nobody takes me seriously. My pain is their pleasure, they find humor in my humility, they laugh at my love. I am not hurt by the actions of the people, for I am a clown. It's my job to have the masses laugh at me. What really hurts me is that people no longer feel the need t seek me out to relieve their frustrations. They now laugh at real pain. When humility is true, they laugh. When love is real, they laugh. When someone is truly down, they kick as hard as they can. The laughter now heard in generated from genuine pain. The laughter now heard is generated from genuine pain. This laughter is causing much more grieve to the person that is hurting. Why must we make clowns of those who suffer? WHAT AM I FOR?
by Christopher Darrick Odom
GOD WORKS FROM SUNUP TO SUNDOWNWe have one hell of a time when the sun is shinning and everything is going right.
We have no respect for life and limb.
Life is just one big reckless party.
God, why he is someone suckers and fools believe in.When the sun goes down and we find everything is looking dark with no way out,
we go running to him for help.
God works from sunup to sun down.
ONLY WHEN WE NEED HIM, WE CALL. GOD DAMN I FEEL GOOD GOD HELP I FEEL BADby
Christopher Darrick Odom
