Did I take this too literal?
Has literacy affected me, I mean infected me
I've detected the need to write
This unusual addiction to place inscriptions on blank slates
for about thirty days I have blessed page after page
and if words could tell my years in age
I would no longer be twenty three
i'd be in my forties, pouring the essence of wisdom from mind to matter
using my daily experiences as fuel to sharpen your image
my timeless observations would hold the potency of aged liquor
as it falls of my breath hovering over my ankles
It looks as if I can walk on clouds, as my thoughts create my mystique
my unique appearance
slumped on one side, hair carrying the scent of fallen gods
my words would leave totem poles etched
as phrases spiral to the heavens each word squaring its meaning after the next
I'd be the finer type of poet
old school and classy...yet mind revolving around modern issues
I'm the underground lariat
the social male spinster
The local washed up hero saving words for rainy days
scripting life on his daily page
30 days aged me twenty years
Enjoy the walk down Th3rd Avenue, a derivative to understanding thoughts in our head, translated through opinions, statements and feelings.
4.29.2009
4.28.2009
28/30
I got a couple of real poems for you
a couple chill poems for you
a couple I gotta tell you how i feel poems for you
But still, want I want to do
is reach to you
I have a seat for you,
See for you
all you read is a pattern of words
often discerned and learned
sometimes omitted or rejected
I've kept it cordial
a gentleman on task
recruiting poetry as an ally
Going hard side by side with words on my shoulder
as we charge the enemy and see whats over
the hill,
then the fields are tattooed with patrons
hatin and blamin'
this melee
an obstruction of just this
my justice to discuss this
and that being whatever I've conjugated at 5:43 PM
That time
a couple chill poems for you
a couple I gotta tell you how i feel poems for you
But still, want I want to do
is reach to you
I have a seat for you,
See for you
all you read is a pattern of words
often discerned and learned
sometimes omitted or rejected
I've kept it cordial
a gentleman on task
recruiting poetry as an ally
Going hard side by side with words on my shoulder
as we charge the enemy and see whats over
the hill,
then the fields are tattooed with patrons
hatin and blamin'
this melee
an obstruction of just this
my justice to discuss this
and that being whatever I've conjugated at 5:43 PM
That time
4.27.2009
27/30
...and like all tired, old and beautiful things...
she is subject to my boredom
for it is not her that has sanctioned my dissolved interest but rather the idea of her lasting
You see I've been bored with the thought
not the action
In fact, then I was more satisfied with what I fantasized
now I'm content with what I'm with
and soon I'm be done cause it's come and gone
The elasticity has been overstretched
The velcro on love no longer can mesh
demagnetization
no more polarization
the stagnation has reached stank
and I thank God for words to release
so I can cease the jumbled thoughts and reiterate what I've written to conjugate
You've been able to see me demonstrate my lack of interest
but I give this no affirmation of conduct
I need a confirmation
So I stare into you're eyes
and plainly state
We aren't here
we never made it there
and this is going no where
she is subject to my boredom
for it is not her that has sanctioned my dissolved interest but rather the idea of her lasting
You see I've been bored with the thought
not the action
In fact, then I was more satisfied with what I fantasized
now I'm content with what I'm with
and soon I'm be done cause it's come and gone
The elasticity has been overstretched
The velcro on love no longer can mesh
demagnetization
no more polarization
the stagnation has reached stank
and I thank God for words to release
so I can cease the jumbled thoughts and reiterate what I've written to conjugate
You've been able to see me demonstrate my lack of interest
but I give this no affirmation of conduct
I need a confirmation
So I stare into you're eyes
and plainly state
We aren't here
we never made it there
and this is going no where
Funk that!
Haven't you just wanted to tell someone..."Nahh fuck that!"
I mean not in every circumstance or the usual dialogues
but every once in while I think we all encompass that feeling..
I mean not in every circumstance or the usual dialogues
but every once in while I think we all encompass that feeling..
4.26.2009
26/30
I tasted love when you kissed my lips
before you announced the three letter phase
before holding hands on 90 degree days
my was it sweet
man it was wet
eyes closed and every connection said
"I love you"
before you announced the three letter phase
before holding hands on 90 degree days
my was it sweet
man it was wet
eyes closed and every connection said
"I love you"
4.25.2009
25/30
5 days to go
5 more days
5 more days and my mind won't be a slave
yet I feel saved because i'm voluntarily involved in the cause to keep writing
and the constant motivation to keep reciting
5 more days means 120 hours
In which time has the opportunity to devour human existence
or disturb the peace in India
Bomb a village in Africa
Starve a child in Asia
In five days I lost a job
In five days I gained a job
I wrote six poems and incorrectyl spelled twelve words
In five days I ran out of gas and found out I didnt pass that dreaded literature class
shit I didn't even pass a praxis and I lack this ability to grasp standardized concepts
In five days my head felt like it was going to burst
My car's brakes failed and I slammed into a hearse
In five days I lied twenty times and laughed two-hundred and sixty-seven
cried twice and talked to myself more than I remember
five days allowed me ample time to watch favorite movies and ignore phone calls
In five days I used a whole pen up and ran outta printer ink
yet I used to think
and forget
5 days I allowed sweat to accumulate and sweat
I accumulated much more debt
5 days allowed a civilian to land a jet
and another one to lose four bets
five days is a lot of time
5 days I could write the breakthrough rhyme
5 days could be my moment to shine
so 5 days is only 5 days, but five days IS only five days.
5 more days
5 more days and my mind won't be a slave
yet I feel saved because i'm voluntarily involved in the cause to keep writing
and the constant motivation to keep reciting
5 more days means 120 hours
In which time has the opportunity to devour human existence
or disturb the peace in India
Bomb a village in Africa
Starve a child in Asia
In five days I lost a job
In five days I gained a job
I wrote six poems and incorrectyl spelled twelve words
In five days I ran out of gas and found out I didnt pass that dreaded literature class
shit I didn't even pass a praxis and I lack this ability to grasp standardized concepts
In five days my head felt like it was going to burst
My car's brakes failed and I slammed into a hearse
In five days I lied twenty times and laughed two-hundred and sixty-seven
cried twice and talked to myself more than I remember
five days allowed me ample time to watch favorite movies and ignore phone calls
In five days I used a whole pen up and ran outta printer ink
yet I used to think
and forget
5 days I allowed sweat to accumulate and sweat
I accumulated much more debt
5 days allowed a civilian to land a jet
and another one to lose four bets
five days is a lot of time
5 days I could write the breakthrough rhyme
5 days could be my moment to shine
so 5 days is only 5 days, but five days IS only five days.
24/30
obsessed
yeah
She's the beginning of my day and it won't conclude without her goodnight
and we've had blessed days and good nights that involved presentations of love
and the obsession that has developed from my newfound necessity of her
Yeah,
obsessed like trees are for sunlight
like parents are for a child's first words
obsessed, like you can't tell
obsessed for a woman Chantel
and I can dwell on thoughts unregulated
And I plan well without manipulatin'
I'm consumed in cells overwhelmed by letters all amounting to a story about you
all directing back to you
and my obsession
the only help I need is the assistance to breathe when not in your presence
like all obsessions I have a lack of expression
yet a cardinal profession for action
I'm yours obsessing over the times I 've shared with you
yeah
She's the beginning of my day and it won't conclude without her goodnight
and we've had blessed days and good nights that involved presentations of love
and the obsession that has developed from my newfound necessity of her
Yeah,
obsessed like trees are for sunlight
like parents are for a child's first words
obsessed, like you can't tell
obsessed for a woman Chantel
and I can dwell on thoughts unregulated
And I plan well without manipulatin'
I'm consumed in cells overwhelmed by letters all amounting to a story about you
all directing back to you
and my obsession
the only help I need is the assistance to breathe when not in your presence
like all obsessions I have a lack of expression
yet a cardinal profession for action
I'm yours obsessing over the times I 've shared with you
4.23.2009
Where are we going (not a poem)
I constantly wonder about the direction in which mankind has faithlessly followed. As we have evolved into a generation thriving on laziness, also know as technology, to get us through daily routines. Jobs losing their strength as shrewd minded graduates create small objects to efficiently replace human functions. Yet, as we bask in the ambiance of mobility and bow to suck on the mighty teet of Silicon Valley, I have taken note that technology has not only made us lazier, but it has reared our children. Not in a literal sense obviously, but technology has truly made our young ones grow up.
While traveling home from a field trip today the imprudent bus driver delighted in entertaining our children (and adults) by scrolling through his ipod to play selected songs for the short commute home. Well, we can't blame the bus driver because he solidified an already obvious fact: kids are too grown, and we have allowed the access of technology to enable this deed.
Flat screens, cell phones, pda's, cable, digital cable, blue tooth, on demand, the remote control as a parental figure. With those things it gives our young ones access to things that age them 2 - 3 years socially than they are educationally. Saying things like "put a ring on it," "and she's got her own things," and my favorite: "blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol baby!" What!? a six year old should blame his or her guardian for allowing them to sing that song. When I was young I had access to radios, and media to perpetuate a "bad child's" lifestyle but it was censored. I watched "In livin' color" and "Martin" and "The simpsons" as they had jokes flying over my head, but when it would get to a point the TV would be cut off, my parents hovered and made sure lyrics and comments were not repeated or heard because it DOES affect a developing mind.
I tutor in the city and hear comments drop from six and seven year olds who sound like they belong in 7th or 8th grade.
My concern is since we've evolved from no legs showing, to long dresses, to short dresses, to skirts, to mini skirts, to boy shorts and booty shorts. Easy listening, to deragorty nameless songs. (you catch my drift?) If we've come from little to a handful of this material we so call advanced. Then what next, will it just get worse? I definitely don't see it reverting back to tattoo free skin, clean music and innuendoless television. Where do we go?
While traveling home from a field trip today the imprudent bus driver delighted in entertaining our children (and adults) by scrolling through his ipod to play selected songs for the short commute home. Well, we can't blame the bus driver because he solidified an already obvious fact: kids are too grown, and we have allowed the access of technology to enable this deed.
Flat screens, cell phones, pda's, cable, digital cable, blue tooth, on demand, the remote control as a parental figure. With those things it gives our young ones access to things that age them 2 - 3 years socially than they are educationally. Saying things like "put a ring on it," "and she's got her own things," and my favorite: "blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol baby!" What!? a six year old should blame his or her guardian for allowing them to sing that song. When I was young I had access to radios, and media to perpetuate a "bad child's" lifestyle but it was censored. I watched "In livin' color" and "Martin" and "The simpsons" as they had jokes flying over my head, but when it would get to a point the TV would be cut off, my parents hovered and made sure lyrics and comments were not repeated or heard because it DOES affect a developing mind.
I tutor in the city and hear comments drop from six and seven year olds who sound like they belong in 7th or 8th grade.
My concern is since we've evolved from no legs showing, to long dresses, to short dresses, to skirts, to mini skirts, to boy shorts and booty shorts. Easy listening, to deragorty nameless songs. (you catch my drift?) If we've come from little to a handful of this material we so call advanced. Then what next, will it just get worse? I definitely don't see it reverting back to tattoo free skin, clean music and innuendoless television. Where do we go?
23/30
I'm buggin'
eyes wide open to the world like my arms yet I'm feeling rejected
denied access to smiles via gratification
mine are forced, mine are applied like temporary tattoos
dangling like dusty frames hung crookedly
Look at me, I'm a number in a numbers game
I'm a single letter in an encyclopedia
i provide unity to consistency
I feel as important as a blade of grass
Collectively in this world I support the beauty, but I can be cut
brushed away
killed, peed on
pulled, trampled
baked, eaten
and shitted on
But I still add to uniformity
My tiny voice cries insanity, as I'm restless like a hummingbird heart
I'm malcontent like a prestigious painter
and I'm angry like a deranged pit bull
Four years of my life blurred by to get a paper at which has provided no use other than to signify to letters
BA...but it feels like BS b/c it has depreciated in value
in fact I made more money while in an institution
who should be institutionalized?!
I feel like my white coat is already worn because I've sworn to prosper
yet my vision is construed through the kaleidoscope called life
guess I'll have another drink
that way the vision will make more sense
eyes wide open to the world like my arms yet I'm feeling rejected
denied access to smiles via gratification
mine are forced, mine are applied like temporary tattoos
dangling like dusty frames hung crookedly
Look at me, I'm a number in a numbers game
I'm a single letter in an encyclopedia
i provide unity to consistency
I feel as important as a blade of grass
Collectively in this world I support the beauty, but I can be cut
brushed away
killed, peed on
pulled, trampled
baked, eaten
and shitted on
But I still add to uniformity
My tiny voice cries insanity, as I'm restless like a hummingbird heart
I'm malcontent like a prestigious painter
and I'm angry like a deranged pit bull
Four years of my life blurred by to get a paper at which has provided no use other than to signify to letters
BA...but it feels like BS b/c it has depreciated in value
in fact I made more money while in an institution
who should be institutionalized?!
I feel like my white coat is already worn because I've sworn to prosper
yet my vision is construed through the kaleidoscope called life
guess I'll have another drink
that way the vision will make more sense
4.22.2009
22/30
What the hell is going on?!
We sit with our flags and we wave them on high!
Your sons, nephews daughters and nieces have died
We pray for harmony yet cause the conflict, ravishing on the rare quantities of life
What is the use…to gain all we can before we die…so we can…
cant do anything with the materials we gain, all this money and that big ass house isn’t your ticket to eternal life
as many as Ralph Lauren’s horses we possess in the stable
unfortunately we are still not able to be as rich in spirit as we are with our possessions
Thanking the Lord I was not brought about this world as an ant or a annoying fly
But at the same time this consuming complex
This arrogant cortex
this demanding commanding destroying all powerful
yet, weak, perplexed species is as confused as a wild animal forced to be domestic
I mean, as soon as we discover we conquer, not preserve and observe the unique qualities of life
If we were as the dinosaurs our time would be for eons
But the human race is killin' off and soon it wont be long,
There is no right way to go about life, just be one with God
We sit with our flags and we wave them on high!
Your sons, nephews daughters and nieces have died
We pray for harmony yet cause the conflict, ravishing on the rare quantities of life
What is the use…to gain all we can before we die…so we can…
cant do anything with the materials we gain, all this money and that big ass house isn’t your ticket to eternal life
as many as Ralph Lauren’s horses we possess in the stable
unfortunately we are still not able to be as rich in spirit as we are with our possessions
Thanking the Lord I was not brought about this world as an ant or a annoying fly
But at the same time this consuming complex
This arrogant cortex
this demanding commanding destroying all powerful
yet, weak, perplexed species is as confused as a wild animal forced to be domestic
I mean, as soon as we discover we conquer, not preserve and observe the unique qualities of life
If we were as the dinosaurs our time would be for eons
But the human race is killin' off and soon it wont be long,
There is no right way to go about life, just be one with God
4.21.2009
21/30
As poets
Writers
Wordsmiths
Spoken-word artists
You have to possess a particular confidence
when it comes to conquering public presentation
sometimes the whole arrangement can cause tension
did I mention nerves
butterflies & the latter
To some it clearly doesn’t matter, climbing up a success ladder
With an escalator
Where as others climb legless
Poetry can encompass a union of thoughts
Artistically conveyed from our artistic display
You know this
I called poetry “the non-winning race”
‘cause as we chase letters and capture them for meaning
capturing attention, (which can be a beast to pacify)
I’m just an ordinary guy
I work hard for words
Respect them
And I project them with poetic inflection
So I try my best then to instigate direction,
Expectin’ to be received
Regardless of poetic reign
At no point in time shall I feel shame
Never should I want to keep thoughts closed
Poetry is the means to expose to those
You know and you don’t
Poetry makes you feel at home
When any other time you won’t
And respect!?
Respect for subduing anxiety
Respect for hiding the
Fact that I’m scared shitless to recite words from off this page
All eyes on me,
Shouldn’t feel as if Ima be booed off the stage.
I’ve seen a poetic arrogance
I’ve always wanted a mentor, a brother, someone to steer my way
But, when I look around today
I see no support for new entrants
I guess people don’t get breaks on their entrance
So walking hard is the only way out
Instead of investing doubt.
Throw up support
I feel old enough to walk
Grown enough to talk
But as I speak; an inner child overcomes
Maybe I’m humble or half dumb
But I know I’m proud
‘cause I open my mouth and words fall out
as I flip minds & twist them
tie - dying breeds of poets cry lost thoughts to echo in my writing
this is for unity, not for fighting
even though mind slams
command the social circuit
but it’s not a social circus
if a ring leader exists point them out with your pens
‘cause there should be no reigning leader of words
I’ll assemble my family of letters and denote them with verbs
Cu them with consonants
Destroy them with diction
Regardless of the fiction
Forgo the whippin’, we’re not poetic slaves
All I’m sayin is poetry needs no hate
With all the lack of unity, yet an intention to congregate
Lets familiarize ourselves with a poet with no name
Lets take in a friend and begin to spread love with our pens
Writers
Wordsmiths
Spoken-word artists
You have to possess a particular confidence
when it comes to conquering public presentation
sometimes the whole arrangement can cause tension
did I mention nerves
butterflies & the latter
To some it clearly doesn’t matter, climbing up a success ladder
With an escalator
Where as others climb legless
Poetry can encompass a union of thoughts
Artistically conveyed from our artistic display
You know this
I called poetry “the non-winning race”
‘cause as we chase letters and capture them for meaning
capturing attention, (which can be a beast to pacify)
I’m just an ordinary guy
I work hard for words
Respect them
And I project them with poetic inflection
So I try my best then to instigate direction,
Expectin’ to be received
Regardless of poetic reign
At no point in time shall I feel shame
Never should I want to keep thoughts closed
Poetry is the means to expose to those
You know and you don’t
Poetry makes you feel at home
When any other time you won’t
And respect!?
Respect for subduing anxiety
Respect for hiding the
Fact that I’m scared shitless to recite words from off this page
All eyes on me,
Shouldn’t feel as if Ima be booed off the stage.
I’ve seen a poetic arrogance
I’ve always wanted a mentor, a brother, someone to steer my way
But, when I look around today
I see no support for new entrants
I guess people don’t get breaks on their entrance
So walking hard is the only way out
Instead of investing doubt.
Throw up support
I feel old enough to walk
Grown enough to talk
But as I speak; an inner child overcomes
Maybe I’m humble or half dumb
But I know I’m proud
‘cause I open my mouth and words fall out
as I flip minds & twist them
tie - dying breeds of poets cry lost thoughts to echo in my writing
this is for unity, not for fighting
even though mind slams
command the social circuit
but it’s not a social circus
if a ring leader exists point them out with your pens
‘cause there should be no reigning leader of words
I’ll assemble my family of letters and denote them with verbs
Cu them with consonants
Destroy them with diction
Regardless of the fiction
Forgo the whippin’, we’re not poetic slaves
All I’m sayin is poetry needs no hate
With all the lack of unity, yet an intention to congregate
Lets familiarize ourselves with a poet with no name
Lets take in a friend and begin to spread love with our pens
4.20.2009
Bump 'n Grind
What are your favorite let's get the drawers songs?
Terrance Trent D'arby - Sign your name
Prince - The beautiful ones
Boyz II Men - 50 Candles
112 - All my love
The whole Evolution to Robin Thicke album!
Andre 3000 ft. Norah Jones - Take off your cool
John Legend - Let's get lifted again
Floetry - Sometimes you make me smile
Floetry - Feelings
Keite Young - If we were alone
Dru Hill - Beauty
and who could miss...
Janet Jackson - Would you mind
That's list one on the itunes... Shit the songs are playin in my head once I'm commenced...
Terrance Trent D'arby - Sign your name
Prince - The beautiful ones
Boyz II Men - 50 Candles
112 - All my love
The whole Evolution to Robin Thicke album!
Andre 3000 ft. Norah Jones - Take off your cool
John Legend - Let's get lifted again
Floetry - Sometimes you make me smile
Floetry - Feelings
Keite Young - If we were alone
Dru Hill - Beauty
and who could miss...
Janet Jackson - Would you mind
That's list one on the itunes... Shit the songs are playin in my head once I'm commenced...
20/30
How many poems can one make about rain?
the soft drops echo my name
reflecting personality as puddles accumulate but never duplicate
How many poems can one make about the life?
"the dead don't talk," but we'll honor a life
consumed by lies, pain and destruction
How many poems can one make about drugs?
the fix, a hit, a smack, or a pull
scabs, scars, blood, sweat, discolored flesh and salty vanity
How many poems can one make about sex?
shallow and hollow as it tastes, blank stare in the face
careless moans and heartless tones, initiated from late night conversations on the phone
How many poems can one make about the world?
street living, poverty, children without a dwelling
we can keep telling everyone, yet slumdogs pack populations... change takes action
How many lines can one make about love?
its the source of life, and the end if treated improperly... its volatile
Love's beauty and enrichment will fill pages for ages
How many poems can I make before I expire?
The pen won't retire, but my entire will to breathe will diminish
when my soul, mind and heart will be replenished on the crossover (transcendence)
How many poems will it be until the end of our existence?
our consistent standard of living is on par with destruction
the corruption we bring in the cycle of life makes me think of one word: parasite
How many poems will I write until I receive money,
that isn't immediately removed from my hand, its twisted creation has robbed innocence!
Diluted bonds, broken relations... money has circumcised our nation
How many poems will it take until I have her heart?
As many as it takes; she has my undivided attention
Her heart mentions love, whispers serenity, screams my name and recites poetry in my sleep.
the soft drops echo my name
reflecting personality as puddles accumulate but never duplicate
How many poems can one make about the life?
"the dead don't talk," but we'll honor a life
consumed by lies, pain and destruction
How many poems can one make about drugs?
the fix, a hit, a smack, or a pull
scabs, scars, blood, sweat, discolored flesh and salty vanity
How many poems can one make about sex?
shallow and hollow as it tastes, blank stare in the face
careless moans and heartless tones, initiated from late night conversations on the phone
How many poems can one make about the world?
street living, poverty, children without a dwelling
we can keep telling everyone, yet slumdogs pack populations... change takes action
How many lines can one make about love?
its the source of life, and the end if treated improperly... its volatile
Love's beauty and enrichment will fill pages for ages
How many poems can I make before I expire?
The pen won't retire, but my entire will to breathe will diminish
when my soul, mind and heart will be replenished on the crossover (transcendence)
How many poems will it be until the end of our existence?
our consistent standard of living is on par with destruction
the corruption we bring in the cycle of life makes me think of one word: parasite
How many poems will I write until I receive money,
that isn't immediately removed from my hand, its twisted creation has robbed innocence!
Diluted bonds, broken relations... money has circumcised our nation
How many poems will it take until I have her heart?
As many as it takes; she has my undivided attention
Her heart mentions love, whispers serenity, screams my name and recites poetry in my sleep.
4.19.2009
19/30
Don't mean to be so blunt
just smoke one
relax
No need to call her a cu...
bad name
refrain from lowering your levels
Yell in a forest, insulating sound
if you need to scream
don't scream at me
Frustrations can be sexually relieved
only if you believe
in the one you take it out on
Drink from the cup that provides life
not from the one that takes
you can live on wine
Don't read between the line
especially if the words are on top
You wouldn't be reading anything
Sometimes we all need a good cry
tears require freedom
purge yourself
just smoke one
relax
No need to call her a cu...
bad name
refrain from lowering your levels
Yell in a forest, insulating sound
if you need to scream
don't scream at me
Frustrations can be sexually relieved
only if you believe
in the one you take it out on
Drink from the cup that provides life
not from the one that takes
you can live on wine
Don't read between the line
especially if the words are on top
You wouldn't be reading anything
Sometimes we all need a good cry
tears require freedom
purge yourself
4.18.2009
18/30
If you loved me perfectly
my imperfect mind still conjures flaws
Darkness is a veil to disguise insecurity
Smiles mask pain
Tattoos immortalize forgotten family members, until the tattooed dies
Money is the inevitable means to:
pain
pleasure
sorrow
troubles
women
Stairs are temporary elevation, real transcendence comes from a free mind
Anyone can succeed, obstacles test one's true faith, endurance, mind, and heart.
We all have an even start but a broken mind can alter a path
a faithless heart, and uninspired eyes will meet a demise, recycling back to the next generation
Hell can be around the corner or underneath you
faith can be by your side or a fable in a lost tale
my imperfect mind still conjures flaws
Darkness is a veil to disguise insecurity
Smiles mask pain
Tattoos immortalize forgotten family members, until the tattooed dies
Money is the inevitable means to:
pain
pleasure
sorrow
troubles
women
Stairs are temporary elevation, real transcendence comes from a free mind
Anyone can succeed, obstacles test one's true faith, endurance, mind, and heart.
We all have an even start but a broken mind can alter a path
a faithless heart, and uninspired eyes will meet a demise, recycling back to the next generation
Hell can be around the corner or underneath you
faith can be by your side or a fable in a lost tale
4.17.2009
17/30
*This is not meant to banter, tease, hector, trouble, make fun, or belittle anyone, it was just from me watching the news over a few weeks and the accumulation that life is cancerous. I am not singling out victims or related victims of cancer, this is just on the many risks and causes*
Cancer
Smoking causes cancer
Asbestos causes cancer
The sun causes cancer
Age causes cancer
being you causes cancer
fluoridated water causes cancer
sweet & low causes cancer
Sitting causes cancer
Beef causes cancer
Alcohol causes cancer
Being Black is risky to get cancer
Bras cause cancer
Fake breasts cause cancer
deodorants cause cancer
white flour causes cancer
refined sugar causes cancer
Grilling causes cancer
electric transformers cause cancer
Cell phones cause cancer?
heredity causes cancer
Microwaves cause cancer?
Music causes cancer?
Breathing causes cancer?
The Simpsons cause cancer?
Bottled water causes cancer?
Fried chicken causes cancer?
Lack of fried chicken causes depression,
which could cause cancer
Not smiling causes cancer?
Reading prevents and causes...
stupidity.
Cancer
Smoking causes cancer
Asbestos causes cancer
The sun causes cancer
Age causes cancer
being you causes cancer
fluoridated water causes cancer
sweet & low causes cancer
Sitting causes cancer
Beef causes cancer
Alcohol causes cancer
Being Black is risky to get cancer
Bras cause cancer
Fake breasts cause cancer
deodorants cause cancer
white flour causes cancer
refined sugar causes cancer
Grilling causes cancer
electric transformers cause cancer
Cell phones cause cancer?
heredity causes cancer
Microwaves cause cancer?
Music causes cancer?
Breathing causes cancer?
The Simpsons cause cancer?
Bottled water causes cancer?
Fried chicken causes cancer?
Lack of fried chicken causes depression,
which could cause cancer
Not smiling causes cancer?
Reading prevents and causes...
stupidity.
4.16.2009
16/30
red wine by design has been the gateway from your computer screen to the unlit streets of my mind. never witness a crime but you hear the screams, the red fluid flows like streams down my throat and the moat that surrounds my castle of doom, but dim-lit room is an actual dungeon made-over from a tomb. I don't know what to pursue as I consume so more shirrrazzz, but the gloss, correct, glass is half past empty and more than full of creative juices. This has no form just blocked by desire, because by design the wine has won.
and I'm done.
and I'm done.
4.15.2009
15/30
*On the conclusion to a discussion about Spoken Word, and how I necessarily don't fit that type of poet. My mother asked me, "well what kind of poetry do you do?" I told her well that was the point of titling my book Unclassifiable... because it isn't one type I suppose. I can't put it to a category...maybe I'm all over the place ...a wreck with words...so here's this:
I never figured out my kind of poetry
just like my words, there's nothing to define me
think of me combining all flavors of kool-aid
you'll at least have a fusion of flavors
and conglomerate of colors
Still I couldn't justly define me to my mother
I speak from my heart, and expressions range
from rage to joy,
random to focus
I know this, and can't ascertain my poetic origin
I can speak, write, sometimes recite and always ignite interest
did this
i can do that
i know without a fact I do write poetry, and i speak words,
they've been spoken but words and expression don't seem to fit me in that box
oh yes
back to the orthodox poet
uniformity
structure
balance and necessity for meaning
my soul begins intervening when it seemingly begins to fit
maybe it's too fat, in fact maybe I'm stuck and with no intention categorized myself
th3rd poetry
that's the type of poet that...
well it's when you...
have no fuckin' clue what you're going to write until you're at the 3rd line
and you don't understand the process of titling so it's one from internal rhyme
when you hurdle time and duck obstructions like instruction and informative criticism
my hedonism stems from 26 letters
yes, that's what type of poet I am
on my own avenue, painting walls with stanzas
defacing doors with doctrines on random inspirations
don't initiate conversation with someone claiming to be a th3rd poet
they'll profess their ignorance to the world
and stigmatize the creative sensation, meaning their coincidental inspiration
what?
I never figured out my kind of poetry
just like my words, there's nothing to define me
think of me combining all flavors of kool-aid
you'll at least have a fusion of flavors
and conglomerate of colors
Still I couldn't justly define me to my mother
I speak from my heart, and expressions range
from rage to joy,
random to focus
I know this, and can't ascertain my poetic origin
I can speak, write, sometimes recite and always ignite interest
did this
i can do that
i know without a fact I do write poetry, and i speak words,
they've been spoken but words and expression don't seem to fit me in that box
oh yes
back to the orthodox poet
uniformity
structure
balance and necessity for meaning
my soul begins intervening when it seemingly begins to fit
maybe it's too fat, in fact maybe I'm stuck and with no intention categorized myself
th3rd poetry
that's the type of poet that...
well it's when you...
have no fuckin' clue what you're going to write until you're at the 3rd line
and you don't understand the process of titling so it's one from internal rhyme
when you hurdle time and duck obstructions like instruction and informative criticism
my hedonism stems from 26 letters
yes, that's what type of poet I am
on my own avenue, painting walls with stanzas
defacing doors with doctrines on random inspirations
don't initiate conversation with someone claiming to be a th3rd poet
they'll profess their ignorance to the world
and stigmatize the creative sensation, meaning their coincidental inspiration
what?
4.14.2009
14/30
14/30
Left, Right
Left, Right
Left or Right
Left, Write
Left, to write
I'm left to write, like you read left to right
and what's next tonight?
Too complex for sight
if i were in the military it'd be too structured for my life
so I’ll live blob like
amorphous
belonging to nothing
yet involved in everything
faceless
identifying to no one
yet related to everyone
nameless
no calls or requests
yet shamelessly hailed
wordless
nothing ever to discuss
yet important enough to read
this is me
Left, Right
Left, Right
Left or Right
Left, Write
Left, to write
I'm left to write, like you read left to right
and what's next tonight?
Too complex for sight
if i were in the military it'd be too structured for my life
so I’ll live blob like
amorphous
belonging to nothing
yet involved in everything
faceless
identifying to no one
yet related to everyone
nameless
no calls or requests
yet shamelessly hailed
wordless
nothing ever to discuss
yet important enough to read
this is me
4.11.2009
13/30
We've all had embarrassing moments
brings out the most self conscious feeling, don't it?
Instances where smells placed you in spotlights
at least when i write, i can't feel that feeling
like the time when an accident flew up to the ceiling
or a time when someone walked in while she was kneeling
(well I didn't feel half as embarrassed as her)
Shit, I felt embarrassed one time for toilet stains I didn't even make
cause I know once I come out, someone's goin to think that's the crap I had to take
hah!
I've had to fake illnesses just to hide an odor
what's colder is I know how you all look at people over the shoulder when something is out of the norm
discusses arise because of deficiencies they weren't born with
Ever stop a toilet at a close mates house
you weren't able to fix it, so their parents cleaned it out
even the simplest of occasions mark embarrassing locations
like calling out a name of a familiar friend
going as far as tapping and tapping again, only to find its a stranger with a familiar grin
"ohh what's happening"
you try to laugh and then
explain to him that it was a mistaken friend
sorry thought you were Jim
ever wear holy underwear and forget that a doctor's face would be there?
or pass wind while you laugh, then the smell of gas
not the laughing kind
has your friend to find a spot 3 spaces over to the left
you know
embarrassing moments we never forget
brings out the most self conscious feeling, don't it?
Instances where smells placed you in spotlights
at least when i write, i can't feel that feeling
like the time when an accident flew up to the ceiling
or a time when someone walked in while she was kneeling
(well I didn't feel half as embarrassed as her)
Shit, I felt embarrassed one time for toilet stains I didn't even make
cause I know once I come out, someone's goin to think that's the crap I had to take
hah!
I've had to fake illnesses just to hide an odor
what's colder is I know how you all look at people over the shoulder when something is out of the norm
discusses arise because of deficiencies they weren't born with
Ever stop a toilet at a close mates house
you weren't able to fix it, so their parents cleaned it out
even the simplest of occasions mark embarrassing locations
like calling out a name of a familiar friend
going as far as tapping and tapping again, only to find its a stranger with a familiar grin
"ohh what's happening"
you try to laugh and then
explain to him that it was a mistaken friend
sorry thought you were Jim
ever wear holy underwear and forget that a doctor's face would be there?
or pass wind while you laugh, then the smell of gas
not the laughing kind
has your friend to find a spot 3 spaces over to the left
you know
embarrassing moments we never forget
4.10.2009
12/30
I'm sorry that I don't feel sorry
we don't have souls
so
as you control yours please understand I
like you
have been created by the Divine
in fact I believe in Him as much as you do, that's how I survived
He supplied me with knowledge and a heart
like you people
we praise Him daily, just omit the steeple
He made us a bit smarter, that's how we traveled here
If survival of the fittest hasn't made anything clear
we have arrived
we aren't green with huge black eyes
we don't come in peace and fly
those God-awful saucers
I remember being told if you believed in us you don't believe in God
but He created us, we have no facade
we'll just replace you, first by extinguishing the turmoil you suffered this world to permit
A eutopia was what He wanted
yet, killing
hate
a lack of respect for Commandments, He demanded you love him!
We don't get jealous or place anything else above him
I am an alien, truly created in his image
coming to obliterate you when I'm finished this sentence
we don't have souls
so
as you control yours please understand I
like you
have been created by the Divine
in fact I believe in Him as much as you do, that's how I survived
He supplied me with knowledge and a heart
like you people
we praise Him daily, just omit the steeple
He made us a bit smarter, that's how we traveled here
If survival of the fittest hasn't made anything clear
we have arrived
we aren't green with huge black eyes
we don't come in peace and fly
those God-awful saucers
I remember being told if you believed in us you don't believe in God
but He created us, we have no facade
we'll just replace you, first by extinguishing the turmoil you suffered this world to permit
A eutopia was what He wanted
yet, killing
hate
a lack of respect for Commandments, He demanded you love him!
We don't get jealous or place anything else above him
I am an alien, truly created in his image
coming to obliterate you when I'm finished this sentence
11/30
Wow
Poetry is refreshing!
a true blessing, I mean
anytime you can rely on words to soothe the soul and tae control
no holds just assistance to fight the resistance as if we are in a war with stars
but we're poets
not superstars
our minds travel galaxies through time and space to connect to you in this place
at this time and what do you find
movement, metaphors
verse, some rehearsed others plainly stated,
deliveries reverberated and demonstrated to expose emotions
from cerebral cortex to toes
thoughts to omit smell so you can inhale it in your nose
and it seeps into your blood
heart rate increased, and the drama?
ceased because at least you've escaped on our asteroid belt
at least we can take you away and tell you how we've felt
Sometimes I love words so much I wish i couldn't even write em
sounds silly but I wish i could telepathically recite them
How enlightening
would it be if my generated visuals became pen thoughts
mastered but humbled
papers no longer end up crumpled because laced thoughts forgo flaws
pause.
a moment to plead to you,
I read what you need to do
that's let go
open arms to unfamiliar situations
live stress-free from life's complications
and listen
listen to verbs, words, metaphors and meanings
poetry is seeping with release and burning with conviction
sick on life?
poets can write you a prescription
It starts with diction from the heart, encryption near and far felt from sounds waves and historically marked on a page
poetry is ageless
Poetry is refreshing!
a true blessing, I mean
anytime you can rely on words to soothe the soul and tae control
no holds just assistance to fight the resistance as if we are in a war with stars
but we're poets
not superstars
our minds travel galaxies through time and space to connect to you in this place
at this time and what do you find
movement, metaphors
verse, some rehearsed others plainly stated,
deliveries reverberated and demonstrated to expose emotions
from cerebral cortex to toes
thoughts to omit smell so you can inhale it in your nose
and it seeps into your blood
heart rate increased, and the drama?
ceased because at least you've escaped on our asteroid belt
at least we can take you away and tell you how we've felt
Sometimes I love words so much I wish i couldn't even write em
sounds silly but I wish i could telepathically recite them
How enlightening
would it be if my generated visuals became pen thoughts
mastered but humbled
papers no longer end up crumpled because laced thoughts forgo flaws
pause.
a moment to plead to you,
I read what you need to do
that's let go
open arms to unfamiliar situations
live stress-free from life's complications
and listen
listen to verbs, words, metaphors and meanings
poetry is seeping with release and burning with conviction
sick on life?
poets can write you a prescription
It starts with diction from the heart, encryption near and far felt from sounds waves and historically marked on a page
poetry is ageless
10/30
there's something about you that speaks more than just sexy
volumes of body language explain that you're exceedingly beautiful
I have internal documentation that when you love
you share the wonders of the foundation that the four letter word was based on
your love speaks great diction
as many have lived their life in fiction
i can see the description in your eyes
the summary of your heart has stanzas proving it's worth
I wish to indent your life and read in between your lines
all the manuscripts prior to our engagement left me unfilled
their stories short and sweet
yet I'm compelled to feel that I've begun reading the greatest story ever told
and if it were read aloud
without a doubt, Morgan Freeman would be reciting
This story is exciting
inviting,
touching
moving
honest
real
true
and it was written
So now that i've been livin'
and reading
I'm seeing my own life involved in the narrative
and I hope I'm a long lasting character
or that my description holds true to you
We're writing history
no mystery to the fact that our intersection was inevitable
So now the key is not to skip thru the pages
because the story we have is ageless
Even opinions from the Sages would deem this love gaugeless
so thru the stages to your arms
I'll read
and live
and live and read
and this will continue to be
your bestseller
and our greatest story.
volumes of body language explain that you're exceedingly beautiful
I have internal documentation that when you love
you share the wonders of the foundation that the four letter word was based on
your love speaks great diction
as many have lived their life in fiction
i can see the description in your eyes
the summary of your heart has stanzas proving it's worth
I wish to indent your life and read in between your lines
all the manuscripts prior to our engagement left me unfilled
their stories short and sweet
yet I'm compelled to feel that I've begun reading the greatest story ever told
and if it were read aloud
without a doubt, Morgan Freeman would be reciting
This story is exciting
inviting,
touching
moving
honest
real
true
and it was written
So now that i've been livin'
and reading
I'm seeing my own life involved in the narrative
and I hope I'm a long lasting character
or that my description holds true to you
We're writing history
no mystery to the fact that our intersection was inevitable
So now the key is not to skip thru the pages
because the story we have is ageless
Even opinions from the Sages would deem this love gaugeless
so thru the stages to your arms
I'll read
and live
and live and read
and this will continue to be
your bestseller
and our greatest story.
4.09.2009
9/30
I wonder
after the seven days God used to create the world
The 8th was a time He had a moment to Himself
to think
to reflect what He had just completed
wondering what should've been omitted or deleted
on the 9th day of the first month He ever created
God may have just sat to write
enjoy the beautiful day He created and the wonderful night
He wrote on top of the stars and used the darkness of space as ink
God wrote in His own journal
pages constructed from the earth, binded by the trees
lines of loves marginalized by eternal memory
scripting in every language He fathomed would exist
The perfect poem
from the perfect being
The all seeing
all knowing
Intelligence forever growing
On my 9th day I look out at what He fabricated for me to appreciate
His journal probably has millions of words never even uttered
scribbles and errors,
mistakes and digressions
never existed until humans graced the planet
God probably wrote at the speed of sound
and thoughts traveling at the speed of light
He needed no incite
He never grew tired from writing, or weary for inspiration
His dedications to love
intended for motivation for us
He was the first poet
blessing lines unmarked by time
after the seven days God used to create the world
The 8th was a time He had a moment to Himself
to think
to reflect what He had just completed
wondering what should've been omitted or deleted
on the 9th day of the first month He ever created
God may have just sat to write
enjoy the beautiful day He created and the wonderful night
He wrote on top of the stars and used the darkness of space as ink
God wrote in His own journal
pages constructed from the earth, binded by the trees
lines of loves marginalized by eternal memory
scripting in every language He fathomed would exist
The perfect poem
from the perfect being
The all seeing
all knowing
Intelligence forever growing
On my 9th day I look out at what He fabricated for me to appreciate
His journal probably has millions of words never even uttered
scribbles and errors,
mistakes and digressions
never existed until humans graced the planet
God probably wrote at the speed of sound
and thoughts traveling at the speed of light
He needed no incite
He never grew tired from writing, or weary for inspiration
His dedications to love
intended for motivation for us
He was the first poet
blessing lines unmarked by time
4.08.2009
8/30
It's at that point now
when the reality of loneliness sets upon me
an aura of solitude dominates me
and i never asked anything from you
i'm far from spoiled
and the necessity of love is not far from expectation
still
just as sane as my eyes lead hundreds to believe
i revert back to a desolate dominion
and you promised me poems
it wasn't a contractual agreement
but more of a requisite responsibility
you promised me poems and gave me excuses
told me poetry was useless
now i sit and wonder
when the reality of loneliness sets upon me
an aura of solitude dominates me
and i never asked anything from you
i'm far from spoiled
and the necessity of love is not far from expectation
still
just as sane as my eyes lead hundreds to believe
i revert back to a desolate dominion
and you promised me poems
it wasn't a contractual agreement
but more of a requisite responsibility
you promised me poems and gave me excuses
told me poetry was useless
now i sit and wonder
4.07.2009
7/30
-headache is killing-
I'm tired
I crave sleep just as my eyelids desire to contact
but what disturbs my sleep is softer than slight touches
sensitivity due to luminosity keeps my activity on a regulated stillness
I suffer from no illness
just a headache
like an earthquake occurs from my heartbeat
then i hardly want to talk
I barely want to see, everything begins to effect me
quiet comedies like
the Cosbys can't calm me
maybe in dawn it'd be gone you see
hopefully
but hope can be
faint because
this aint no game
my head has no shame and it will maintain its current condition
Pillows feel as if they are stuffed with rolls of socks
i can't stop moving my head
i toss and turn in my bed and instead of subduing to a submitted sleep
I creep up to my computer and begin to use her
to complain about my head
which feels as if its expanding from the inside
and contracting from the outside
yet it hurts on all sides
Go away!
Leave me be, this is no condition for a writer you see
I can't call on my thoughts with a throb
I can't turn down the pain with a knob so internally I sob
as my inspiration becomes robbed and my motivation feels more like a job than a liberated feeling
I'm on the floor kneeling, looking toward the ceiling with my hands clasped
"Please oh please dissipate this destruction" I asked
still it persists
it never goes away
not with a wish
or a prayer
an advil
or a bayer
not with water
nor lack of fun
hiding from sun
or solitude from sound
It disappears without thought and dissolves with time
so I wait
then maybe later I'll be fine
I'm tired
I crave sleep just as my eyelids desire to contact
but what disturbs my sleep is softer than slight touches
sensitivity due to luminosity keeps my activity on a regulated stillness
I suffer from no illness
just a headache
like an earthquake occurs from my heartbeat
then i hardly want to talk
I barely want to see, everything begins to effect me
quiet comedies like
the Cosbys can't calm me
maybe in dawn it'd be gone you see
hopefully
but hope can be
faint because
this aint no game
my head has no shame and it will maintain its current condition
Pillows feel as if they are stuffed with rolls of socks
i can't stop moving my head
i toss and turn in my bed and instead of subduing to a submitted sleep
I creep up to my computer and begin to use her
to complain about my head
which feels as if its expanding from the inside
and contracting from the outside
yet it hurts on all sides
Go away!
Leave me be, this is no condition for a writer you see
I can't call on my thoughts with a throb
I can't turn down the pain with a knob so internally I sob
as my inspiration becomes robbed and my motivation feels more like a job than a liberated feeling
I'm on the floor kneeling, looking toward the ceiling with my hands clasped
"Please oh please dissipate this destruction" I asked
still it persists
it never goes away
not with a wish
or a prayer
an advil
or a bayer
not with water
nor lack of fun
hiding from sun
or solitude from sound
It disappears without thought and dissolves with time
so I wait
then maybe later I'll be fine
4.05.2009
6/30
I have calculated my life's relationships through angles
yes geometric lines seemed to have designed the time i've spent with
fine dimes and mediocre maidens.
Like dragons I've slayed them
conquered quests through pairs of breasts, lines of lust
adjacent behaviors marked a true experience for my earlier endeavors
At one point and time me and the opposite would start out as dots pursing lines
starting our equal at our introductory phase, it would take seconds, not days
then a bend would amend the line we pursued, creating an angle appearing obtuse
or acute
nonetheless it was not straight
i've seen complete 90's in my day
a straight line hooking a perfect left right away
adjacent
perpendicular
intersecting
converging
often merging
but never parallel
until now
traveling exactly at the same rate, with the same curves, i'm never alone
as we travel together creating our road
if I ease right, shes at the same degree
if I lean left she's there right with me
parallelism
as taught in math, lines are meant to last forever
so as long as our angles remain the same
and the curves don't work our nerves
and the bends don't try to break us
and the geometry doesn't forsake us
we'll be just fine
yes geometric lines seemed to have designed the time i've spent with
fine dimes and mediocre maidens.
Like dragons I've slayed them
conquered quests through pairs of breasts, lines of lust
adjacent behaviors marked a true experience for my earlier endeavors
At one point and time me and the opposite would start out as dots pursing lines
starting our equal at our introductory phase, it would take seconds, not days
then a bend would amend the line we pursued, creating an angle appearing obtuse
or acute
nonetheless it was not straight
i've seen complete 90's in my day
a straight line hooking a perfect left right away
adjacent
perpendicular
intersecting
converging
often merging
but never parallel
until now
traveling exactly at the same rate, with the same curves, i'm never alone
as we travel together creating our road
if I ease right, shes at the same degree
if I lean left she's there right with me
parallelism
as taught in math, lines are meant to last forever
so as long as our angles remain the same
and the curves don't work our nerves
and the bends don't try to break us
and the geometry doesn't forsake us
we'll be just fine
5/30
*notice 2nd and 3rd person combination was intentional*
lets write a poem together
you and me
you sit there and I'll be across
We'll write in synchronization, having a silent conversation
speak through your body language and i'll write through mine
stare at me through those big beautiful eyes
smile for me child, and send the heavens a reminder
of the angel they lost
'cause I was able to find her
I feel as if I'm living in slow motion
blinks and leisurely movement display emotion
I can tell she loves me just from touch of her hand
and the kisses of affection making me proud to be her man
She sits proud, pouring confidence in her posture
with an effortless elegance i'm reminded ever since I said hello
I was taken away
removed from the game
and remained in consistent thought for you,
yes she
I write in th3rd person and in second
because the second we talked in person you stained me
you've marked my soul
she has control
her body language says so
your body language tells me
she compels me to do the right thing
no matter the struggle or instance
you show me love is still in existence
so with assistance she helps me write a poem together
yeah
you helped me create this
she helped me make this
lets write a poem together
you and me
you sit there and I'll be across
We'll write in synchronization, having a silent conversation
speak through your body language and i'll write through mine
stare at me through those big beautiful eyes
smile for me child, and send the heavens a reminder
of the angel they lost
'cause I was able to find her
I feel as if I'm living in slow motion
blinks and leisurely movement display emotion
I can tell she loves me just from touch of her hand
and the kisses of affection making me proud to be her man
She sits proud, pouring confidence in her posture
with an effortless elegance i'm reminded ever since I said hello
I was taken away
removed from the game
and remained in consistent thought for you,
yes she
I write in th3rd person and in second
because the second we talked in person you stained me
you've marked my soul
she has control
her body language says so
your body language tells me
she compels me to do the right thing
no matter the struggle or instance
you show me love is still in existence
so with assistance she helps me write a poem together
yeah
you helped me create this
she helped me make this
4.04.2009
4/30
madness has started to creep through the creases of my brain
no no I'm not going insane in fact I can't complain
I have a moment to refrain from usual activity
so i actively pursue thoughts as if I'm on a hunt
stalking through weeds of distractions
Yet I pursue on a deadline
because it's my own crunchtime to see if I can fill lines
with meanings in four poems in my home
at my table
and enable skills in presentation
yes I want them to stand tall in a tower
since I have written four poems within the hour
and hundreds of words within sixty minutes
I did it
but as I stare at the blank background and the blinking cursor
sentences begin blend and a collage of words paint my page
and i use my time left to create a maze
starting from the last sentence to the top and I can't stop
I must maneuver through the message so I can win the prize
the prize of pleasure in pleasing thoughts
the ability to connect fingers to keys and present words beautifully
yes my boredom has lead to appreciation
a month dedicated to writing
and through this i'm inciting stimulation of all kinds
so all can find inspiration and motivation through simple verse
a draft or two unrehearsed
where madness presents beauty
solitude can be truly rewarding when words come as fluid as tears
that fall from depressed expressionist with the lack of expression
Though in a recession i'm which with thought and wealthy in words
It's relaxing that my thoughts are tax-free and their generated income
feeds the needy
needing to eat off creativity
I have plates of knowledge and trays of inspiration to give.
Just don't rely on my words to live
no no I'm not going insane in fact I can't complain
I have a moment to refrain from usual activity
so i actively pursue thoughts as if I'm on a hunt
stalking through weeds of distractions
Yet I pursue on a deadline
because it's my own crunchtime to see if I can fill lines
with meanings in four poems in my home
at my table
and enable skills in presentation
yes I want them to stand tall in a tower
since I have written four poems within the hour
and hundreds of words within sixty minutes
I did it
but as I stare at the blank background and the blinking cursor
sentences begin blend and a collage of words paint my page
and i use my time left to create a maze
starting from the last sentence to the top and I can't stop
I must maneuver through the message so I can win the prize
the prize of pleasure in pleasing thoughts
the ability to connect fingers to keys and present words beautifully
yes my boredom has lead to appreciation
a month dedicated to writing
and through this i'm inciting stimulation of all kinds
so all can find inspiration and motivation through simple verse
a draft or two unrehearsed
where madness presents beauty
solitude can be truly rewarding when words come as fluid as tears
that fall from depressed expressionist with the lack of expression
Though in a recession i'm which with thought and wealthy in words
It's relaxing that my thoughts are tax-free and their generated income
feeds the needy
needing to eat off creativity
I have plates of knowledge and trays of inspiration to give.
Just don't rely on my words to live
3/30
Loose words make up sentences according to my life
like promises seem to emphasize misses
They've missed their mark and missed the start to their meaning
Am I cynical for not believing in the words from my peers?
They are as much words as they are letters and the letters mean nothing solely independent from their tone and combination
Still the words mean nothing, so if they're meant to mean nothing
why do I as well as other hold on to something as if clinging to life support
the common retort is the uncommon excuse
a use for their time was better spent then being in the company of mine
I'm always fine and I'm never crying when promises are not kept
I've swept their dirt under rugs and place ear plugs to bounce their meaningless statements from my life
Still I do wonder, why say something with no intention of backing
I mean if your motivation to uphold is lacking, no need for backtracking on words holding potency as faint
as watered down beer
maybe that wasn't so clear
but what I mean is, I don't become offended when words intended
for actions are just distractions for inconvenient excuses
it's useless to do this
and you knew this
yet it's done
weak words heard all week
like promises seem to emphasize misses
They've missed their mark and missed the start to their meaning
Am I cynical for not believing in the words from my peers?
They are as much words as they are letters and the letters mean nothing solely independent from their tone and combination
Still the words mean nothing, so if they're meant to mean nothing
why do I as well as other hold on to something as if clinging to life support
the common retort is the uncommon excuse
a use for their time was better spent then being in the company of mine
I'm always fine and I'm never crying when promises are not kept
I've swept their dirt under rugs and place ear plugs to bounce their meaningless statements from my life
Still I do wonder, why say something with no intention of backing
I mean if your motivation to uphold is lacking, no need for backtracking on words holding potency as faint
as watered down beer
maybe that wasn't so clear
but what I mean is, I don't become offended when words intended
for actions are just distractions for inconvenient excuses
it's useless to do this
and you knew this
yet it's done
weak words heard all week
2/30
sometimes words fail
yes like everything in life constructed by humans
words, strategically placed for expression and enjoyment have been null
and we often void their intention because
although placed for description that have proved the latter
I would have waited a lifetime to possess the love you have
sat on steps for days, committed to all work with no play
just to hear you say
I love you
yet, as powerful as it sounds now, to tell you how I felt for years
and explain the messaged in tears
words would have worked against me, so I sat in silence
silently and patiently waiting the moment to tell you how
love like ours was prophesied by Shakespeare
and it takes years to fully develop the love I've been blessed with
and I've messed with the thought of giving it to someone else
but now that I can't help but to purge my soul without control
I tell you now
because words would have failed then
and words wouldn't have worked when you were miles apart and you still had my heart
they wouldn't have had enough pull to touch your soul and massage your mind
so, with confidence I know that sometimes
Words fail
yes like everything in life constructed by humans
words, strategically placed for expression and enjoyment have been null
and we often void their intention because
although placed for description that have proved the latter
I would have waited a lifetime to possess the love you have
sat on steps for days, committed to all work with no play
just to hear you say
I love you
yet, as powerful as it sounds now, to tell you how I felt for years
and explain the messaged in tears
words would have worked against me, so I sat in silence
silently and patiently waiting the moment to tell you how
love like ours was prophesied by Shakespeare
and it takes years to fully develop the love I've been blessed with
and I've messed with the thought of giving it to someone else
but now that I can't help but to purge my soul without control
I tell you now
because words would have failed then
and words wouldn't have worked when you were miles apart and you still had my heart
they wouldn't have had enough pull to touch your soul and massage your mind
so, with confidence I know that sometimes
Words fail
1/30
Okay, A friend (MeaLee) informed me about Roger Bonair-Agard (Def Poet!) challenged poets to participate in 30 pieces in 30 days, since it is National Poetry Event. If you're a poet pick up your pen. I have to break four off today. They won't be sweet but it'll be fun!
Alright, cut the music
don't need anything to break the silence
not even the violence down the street
the sirens that compete with bullet sprays
even on beautiful days, such as this
and all i wish is for silence
a moment to hear the breeze
a chance to hear cracks in my knees as i kneel down to pray
begging for more silence
peace to find peace of mind and cease to grind for petty matters
climb up the metaphysical ladder and hear laughter
see smiles
take a view like one from an innocent child
I just need silence
so all i hear are clicks
and thoughts and clicks in between thoughts so letters punched in sound like rhythms from mind to matter
the silence shouts my thoughts and they hurl meanings at which I attempt to grasp
and attempt to last in this world, so loud with depression
so strong in crying out hate
silently wait
and allow me to think
think past the masks and fronts of what we see
think about what the world can bring
and not what is able to be taken
silence can't be heard over the hatin'
just one moment of pure quiet
stop being so defiant
I just want to write
Alright, cut the music
don't need anything to break the silence
not even the violence down the street
the sirens that compete with bullet sprays
even on beautiful days, such as this
and all i wish is for silence
a moment to hear the breeze
a chance to hear cracks in my knees as i kneel down to pray
begging for more silence
peace to find peace of mind and cease to grind for petty matters
climb up the metaphysical ladder and hear laughter
see smiles
take a view like one from an innocent child
I just need silence
so all i hear are clicks
and thoughts and clicks in between thoughts so letters punched in sound like rhythms from mind to matter
the silence shouts my thoughts and they hurl meanings at which I attempt to grasp
and attempt to last in this world, so loud with depression
so strong in crying out hate
silently wait
and allow me to think
think past the masks and fronts of what we see
think about what the world can bring
and not what is able to be taken
silence can't be heard over the hatin'
just one moment of pure quiet
stop being so defiant
I just want to write
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