When Love Calls

By Jarvon Greer

This is a poetry love book consisting of love and pain. My poems come from peoples pain, ignorance, and broken hearts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796024746

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Copyright © 2019 by Jarvon Greer.

ISBN:              Softcover                978-1-7960-2475-3

                        eBook                     978-1-7960-2474-6

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Rev. date: 03/29/2019

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CONTENTS

Intro

The Pain of love

A man who rejected love until

To become that man of love

My mom who needed love

That Cinderella story

The healing process from that love

Her flow is my melody

Even though my heart has broken many times

I Refuted My family’s love

Da Unknown Story

My rap game is no different than my luv game

My poems are emotional

My luv has transformed

My soul was locked in these chains

My pieces and your body

I am done

Her beauty must be unique

So I go on a sail for my words

Your hate turning into tears

I was adopted by a chocolate queen

I express myself until

Just think

Rise up if you want that victory

Are you done running away from love?

Can’t stop until you say yes

They retaliate

Gambling for taxation We are not free

The persecution of loyalty

Capture my love

It’s commitment over temptation

That black love that used to be sweet

The balance I seek

The dark image of a man

They call us the black disease

I am not a pimp

When love calls it will speak

The lyrics of love

Love is not a wet dream

The story about that nightmare

She is that love that speaks

That sexy walk

Poetry has left me

Scared

The dying breed

She claims I don’t want her

Wasted love

Quote

Poetry made me see

There is no life If you can’t Face the pain

So why drown your mind in darkness

When you should be

Fighting for love Because love never stopped Fighting for you

When Love Calls short story

Intro

The reason why love is my favorite word. Is because I spent my days running away from it, saying the pain was too much. Love is my favorite word, because it taught to forgive those, who gave me pain. It taught me to learn from that pain. Then when love called for me, which was the creator, poetry &music. I just knew I had to become that voice of love, that was never dead. Because to me love translates to L for loyalty, O is obtaining it as a shield. V is victory, for overcoming that pain, trials & tribulations, struggles & storms of love. And E is for that everlasting excitement of happiness.

The Pain of love

Why can’t we crave love like we do food and alcohol. It’s because food gives us that orgasm that we need. And alcohol makes us loose & excited for that sexual penetration. We constantly throw up love, because we haven’t forgiven or learned. From that pain & fake love, that gives love more truth and power. We can’t have that everlasting love & happiness. If we haven’t overcome being mentally ill, emotionally ill, physically ill, & spiritually ill. I didn’t know what love was until. I went through a sickness of being abused and persecuted. Because of how I looked. So I use to wake up thinking I was ugly. The pain that was given to me, sent me to a dark place, where I didn’t want love or to be seen. Then I looked to my parents to see if they had kept love alive. I was torn with disappointment, because all I use to see. Was them arguing and constantly having sex, to erase their anger.

There was one day where, we were all in the car. Then my parents got to arguing & then my dad got mad, where he physically hit my mom. So this is what love is, a woman who gets abused. My mom remained strong no matter what, working hard to take care of her kids.

So my mom took my dad thinking he was gone change. But he let alcohol become his life & love of temptation. How do us kings keep love alive, if we can’t express ourselves. Let alone keep communication alive, our imperfections should be our tools. For keeping love alive. So my mom had enough, of my dad not helping out financially. And she was fed up with my dad, who was always passing out from alcohol. So the years went by, & we have moved to Santa Monica California.

For that new lifestyle. Did my mom give up on love, no she got tired. Of dealing with men who remained boys. It made me think could love heal you, & save you. Yes if you don’t