About percyfreemanjr

I am a dreamer, a believer, an artist, I am writer! My writings contain my deepest thoughts, my greatest fears, my biggest dreams, my most passionate loves. These writings are my heart and soul in words. I can only hope that as readers, you find bits of you in the pieces of me.

Persistence Is The Key

Persistence Is the Key

I’m barely getting sleep
I feel like I’m losing me
I can’t stop now I haven’t reached my peak
I remind my self daily, persistence is the key
Failure is just one step closer to success
I believe Calvin Coolidge said it best
Persistence will set you apart from the rest
So giving in is not an option
Death is the only way I am stopping
I traded in my dreams for goals
I’m not waiting for anything to unfold
I will give my all; until there is nothing left
That final moment, at my very last breath

Can I Be Your Mr.

Can I Be Your Mr.?

I want to make the words of your favorite love song come true
Then pause the world for a minute to dance with you
More than a pulled out chair or an opened door
I want to take you places you’ve never been before
Show you parts of your mind you never thought to explore
Any inhibitions you have I want to murder
I want to four letter word you like nothing you have ever heard of
Not that I measure my self by your past
Because I don’t just want to be better than your last
I don’t even want to be the man of your dreams
I want to be the man that makes you think you are living a dream
Make you say this can’t be as good as it seems
I have no problem working to make you a believer
I want my love to be so amazing that your faith in God grows deeper
When I gaze into your eyes
I want you to feel like I need you to survive
I want to give you the kind of love the world misses
So would you please let me be your Mr and you my Mrs.?

In Their Own Words: Interview with Theron Kennedy

In Their Own Words

This is an interview I did with Theron Kennedy at www.teampoetry.com

What is an Artist?

An artist is someone who captures an emotion in what they do. In my opinion, anyone can be an artist, from painter, to fashion designer, to an architect. If you are able to turn emotion into something tangible, then you have just created art. Some make a career of being an artist while others practice it at their leisure, being an artist doesn’t require you to clock in and out. I LOVE that about being an artist.

What are your passions?

Faith, knowledge, and art. My faith is a big part of who I am and determines a large amount of my character. I don’t try to push what I have faith in on others, I hate that. I think everyone believes in something and that combined with the knowledge they acquire determines the direction of their life. Knowledge really is POWER, it just takes courage to use the power that you have when it may not be the most popular thing to do.  Art… hmm… I just  love it! I mean, I honestly don’t think I could put in to words what I think art does for society.

What are your favorite styles of poetry? What are your favorite styles to write in?

I mostly write without form, so I would have to say that it’s my favorite style of poetry. I try not to force what I write. I admire those who are able to capture the emotions of poetry, not only in words, but also through the use of form. Form is a task I have not yet mastered. I would love to one day be able to write a ballad, tanka, or a haiku, but I want it to come from my heart, not just from practice.

Who are your favorite poets and have they influenced you? How?

My favorite poets would have to be Robert Frost and Langston Hughes. These poets both showed a talent when it came to expression. Everything I could ever dream of expressing in my work, they did. These two writers give me something to shoot for! I remember my first time reading “The Road Not Taken” by Frost, it spoke to me! Then a friend gave me the poem as a gift when I left for college and while I was in college I was assigned this poem to read allowed from memory and then give a speech on its meaning. I can only hope to have a poem read by a 15 year old boy almost a 100 years after I wrote it and it still touch his life the way that poem did mine.

When did you start writing?

At 13 I started writing rap songs and then of course I started to want to impress girls so I turned rap into poetry. I would love to sit here and tell some profound story of how I started writing but that is the truth… LOL.

Why do you write?

As I wrote poetry, I found my self being able to express my feelings not just about girls, but about life. Writing somehow became an outlet. No matter what was going on, a calm place was with my pen in hand. As I matured, that soothing feeling grew even more, allowing me to be better at leaving my feelings in my writing. Writing is the one thing that I do, not to be better than my peers or for financial gains, but for the peace and sense of completion it gives me.

Where are you from?

New Orleans, Louisiana! A place with a deep culture, great food, and great people. Also home to the best football team in the NFL.. WHO DAT!?!

What inspires you?

EMOTION …if I feel it in my heart, I write it.

Have you discovered what is unique in your voice as a poet?

I believe that as a poet my voice is that you can hear my heart beat in my words. At least, that is my ambition. If I am able to be remembered forever, I want it to be because I was able to put into words what the heart of every human being says.

The Link to my Interview is http://www.teampoetry.com/2011_12_02_archive.html

If you are interested in what inspires other aspiring Poets, please visit www.teampoetry.com

His Promise

His Promise

Head bowed, body bent

Every bit of fight in me spent

Dreams tormenting my soul

Tears begin to roll

As I whisper … God… my lips start to quiver

Do you remember

You promised no more than I could bear

No more than I could bear

Here I am appearing ungrateful

So many say this is what they wait for

For me, this life is not enough

More is a must

I can’t stand the ordinary of just being

God you must have created me for more than I am seeing.

You promised no more than I could bear

No more than I could bear

So, Father please speak to me

Are my dreams not meant to be

Or is it that I am not ready

I keep saying be patient and hold steady

I worry how patient I should be

Maybe you’ve forgotten your promise to me

No more than I could bear

I hope you are listening to my prayer

And remember your promise of no more than I can bear

Because right now I feel I am almost there

That moment before I break and out of air

Writers block

Writer’s Block

I want to write, I need to write, but the words escape me
The pen begins to speak,
“It is the heart not you who makes me”
I begin to plead…
“I really need this written,
I don’t have time for you to be smitten ”
My pen replies,
“Do you not know we create art and when I say we I mean pen and heart”
I quickly reply
“Of course I realize!”
The pen interrupts,
“Well it seems you don’t understand,
it’s not about your plan.
It is about capturing an emotion
so where ever did you get this notion”
I interrupt screaming,
“I understand all that, I get the deeper meaning!”
The pen calmly interjects,
“No… No you don’t you don’t understand at all.
If so, you would know that I answer to a higher call.
I amount to more than your weekly blog post.
I am the soul’s host, the emotions’ usher.
I am what causes a man to push further.
So if you think that you can make me jump;
Then by all means try all you want.
Your force is evident
Delivering a lack luster performance to put forth your weekly regiment”
Saddness and embarassment sweep my face
“I apologize my dear pen forgive my mistake.
I had forgotten it is not I but the heart that creates”



I am afraid to sit in silence
I run from the quiet
The fear of letting my mind drift
Where would it land in the abyss
I fear that darkness
It is one I haven’t been able to harness
The questioning of all that I believe
The wondering if the person I am is really me
Or better yet, the person I should be
I don’t find peace in quiet
The quiet…
is where my thoughts begin to riot.

My Own Dali

My Own Dali

A Salvador Dali view of time
I’m lost in my own mind
Some times a second feels like an hour, an hour like a year
Other moments, a year feels like a minute and death is near
Trapped in the epitome of my own insanity
How can I understand anything amongst the calamity
Yet, somehow soothing is your essence
It takes no more than your presence
It’s like you do some magical séance
To bring calming spirits I thought long ago lost in the chaos
Woman, you are something
Amazing how you don’t see the man I am but the one I becoming