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

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

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

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

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

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