I have often turned within my grave to ponder of the reason why
Upon the date of my birth, you took me to your secret hide
Underneath an aspen tree within the deadest of nights
You took to me like a moth to a ball of flickering light
With the devils own smile plastered upon your face and the slightest of hand
You produced a sanguineous jar of hearts and an ominous jar of black sand
You grasped my hands in your work enured and fairly calloused paws
Looked me in the eyes, and told me to forever leave my pale hands raw
"Never soil your untouched hands, your hands and eyes you shall avert'
"Never bruise, nor ever hurt, nor shall they be ever touched by dirt,
"Never touch a rose, nor touch a bee, as danger is an all you see,
"Close your eyes my little darling, and all of life shall be but a dream."
With the trust of a mothers child, I kept my eyes tightly squeezed
Wished upon the star within the midnight sky, wavering in the breeze
Held my hands up to my chest, hoping the fluttering and staggered slips
Not to be seen by your face within the light of moon as from the sun it dines and sips
Of a heart that had only once been given to me and should have forever stayed mine
But the greed inside all mens' hearts want, and reaches out to grasp a young new 'hind'
With another slight of those calloused hands, you took my life for your own pleasure
And stole what was rightfully derived as mine; a beating heart, you took your leisure
A working mind, once a clock, now fully had come to a skidding stop
You took my bones and my teeth and used them as a fertilizing crop
The very worst thing that you did, you took my pride when you took my skin
Shaved off clean with a diamond edged razor and worn as if you were mockeries twin
Burried underneath that beautiful aspen tree, I've been given the time to remold
But my life had been stolen, the soul forced out before the bells had tolled
In the time it had taken for my pieces to remold, I had realised something then and there;
There were always things that were meant to go untold, but the truth is ringing upon the open air
You wanted more than what was offered and had bitten off all you could chew
But if I'd known back then what I know now, I'd know real good men only come in few
all these thoughts will be set in motion
in your eyes i see the ocean
on your lips i'll taste the sea
this is the life you've given me
in your hands i'll feel the earth
finally i'll understand my worth
that it was never meant for man
too many people can't understand
that it's about loving yourself first
only then will you quench the thirst
and find that burning desire
nights will burn away like fire
there's no point in feeling alone
once it's felt it's never gone
because we are all connected, so deep
the sound of trees will lull us to sleep
dreaming, wishing, it's now a duty
to find the hope, the faith in beauty
it always feels so fresh and new
every time i dance with you
Through the snow of hate
Through the time of despair
I have always loved you
My feelings for you have not changed
Many think that this is a blessing
But it's a curse ;
A curse on the heart
For what if you don't feel the same?
I am forever damned with this feeling
This feeling of hope;
Hope that you will feel the same,
Hope that you will see
That i am dying inside,
That the endless nights of tears
Are not of pain,
But of fear.
Fear that you do not feel the same back.
But this curse has made me think other wise
This feeling of love and hope has made me hang on,
Even when my mind has given up,
My heart still beats even in the darkness,
For I still love you
Even after many months,
Even after many fights,
Even after disagreeing, and not talking,
Even after the lonely nights that I have not receive a message from you,
I still love you.
My love for you is my weakness and it is my strength.
I am falling for you over and over again
But I do not know if you are going to pick me up afterwards.
But it's a risk I am willing to take
it took thirteen nights and eleven
subway stops for me
to get to her.
the husband had finally left town
on business, and
while the professional in her wouldn't touch me,
her carnal, devilish side
couldn't wait for a fix.
there we sat with scotch and beer,
talking marriage and books
and the literary world.
at age 27, all of the above
had failed her.
I tried my best to understand,
but the next thing I knew
she had her mouth cupped around my balls.
where the editor said no,
she screamed yes.
she wanted it rough,
she wanted it raw,
and she didn't want it
in their bed.
on the living room floor we went,
rolling and sweating,
swapping spit,
forsaking the rules of the game.
I'd been at war with the likes of her
for years,
and here I had an hour to gain back
as much pride as I could.
it was hard alright,
but I made it twofold.
editors be damned:
poetry
ain't
dead.
from Dizzied By Chance: Poems of a Fringe Existence (2013)
Can I have your attention please?
Imagine if Tupac wrote this I wonder if
we connected cause this was written on his birthday coincidentally.
Check it
I do this for the ones who died to bring about the change
it's hard to stop the crying when you're standing in the rain
Our politicians lying they're just on a campaign
I realize with three eyes on my astral plane
breaking down a swisher filling it with Mary Jane
So I won't go insane from this knowledge that I've gained
the consequence of speaking out a bullet in your brain
or a one way trip to Guantanamo Bay
Join Forces with the Killers Rest In Peace J.F.K
Man Lacking Knowledge of who killed M.L.K
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing they are not who they portray
as yall can tell I'm back with the word play I see
Brothers killing brothers over colors that they claim
While our sisters are exploited for a dollar and some change
their fathers either dead or locked up in the chain gang
cause they were labeled felons for trafficking cocaine
Mama drop out of school and entered the dope game
was known to pull tricks and do strange things for change
they wanna chill with the gang but when it's time to bang
you'll find out that some of these suckers just wanted to hang
but I broke out of that cage all you need is couRAGE
It's like we're trapped in a maze trying to savor our days
while we're wasting my nights we're slowly fading away
Do you understand the message I am trying to convey?
A!!!
L A D B
That Means Last of A Dying Breed!
Love Life!
©2013
it’s nights like this
when my fingers are sticky and reek of popcorn
and my stomach purrs like an antique car
that i cease to exist
just a quiet little thief
tucked away in a prison of white stucco
stealing oxygen and racking up an electricity bill with a lopsided pink lamp
honey on my face
a “beauty treatment”
an edible headband sunken into my hair
gnats crawling between my eyelashes
black dots just as hungry as i am
the music of the wind plays outside my window
rattling long forgotten memories
and stirring up dust of the past
there’s a constellation in my hand
universes up my arm
purple lines swirling together into incoherent shapes
semi-deep whispers escaping my lips
that are pale and dry and hurt to touch
bad pop music crawls through crackly headphones
same song, different artist
and my sheets
animal print, picked from years past and never changed
due to either nostalgia or laziness, the world may never know
disengage themselves from my bed
twine around my ankles
sly cats looking for milk
and hunger eats at my heart
i count the minutes as they spin on
by the soft timpani as it thumps eighth notes through my chest
A crystal drop upon glistening leaves;
A wale through bark upon towering trees.
A fresh gust of air with a simple breeze;
A livid set of clouds will hide skies keys.
Day desaturates and forms low degrees.
A sun falls down with a storms great displease.
Within the rain, plants will sink to their knees,
And wait patiently for a howl to seize.
A quite bird approaches cold with a sneeze,
Hunkering down to avoid late nights freeze.
Sporadically, winds form a silly tease,
‘Til gales quiet down and prepare with flees.
In morning’s clear rise, new day brings release,
Upon wishful flowers, which plant new seeds.
A wall of bad brings a gateway of ease,
Allowing grateful life to keep on sprees.
Every day
he wakes up
from a bad
nights sleep
and he'll go
and wash
his face
in tiny gray
bathroom sink,
glaring madly
at the figure
in the mirror,
then he'll dress,
fit his
corpulent
body
into a suit,
gray and sad
and overused,
right after,
to his kitchen
he'll go,
make dull
coffee and
a dull meal,
on a
wobbling table
perspiring
terribly
he'll gobble
down his
gray food,
and lock his
apartment
and
then to his
gray car
and
off to his prison,
his gray job,
a thing he hates,
until the sun goes down,
followed by home
again
where he'll have a drink,
watch the gray news
and fall asleep,
and tomorrow
repeat
the same thing,
another
day in the life
of the fool.
I don't wanna end up like the Fool and it depresses me, the thought of the same thing every day. Getting up to work at a job I hate, every day 'till I die. Terrible. A nightmare. And it hurts to see so many trapped in that process with no way out but death. You see them out sometimes, you can tell by looking at their defeated faces and posture and the way they speak, monotonous, a bore. And they'll fake a smile, maybe they have a kid with them, but you know that in their heads they wish that the kid doesn't end up like them. A father, a mother, who doesn't want their kids to think of them as heroes. It's sad really. They've got a wife, a husband, they hate each other. Or perhaps you saw them at a bar, face down on the wooden counter, an unfinished beer right in front. And those ties, like nooses around their necks, slowly choking their life force away. Maybe, at some point, in the beginning of their working lives they thought things through like me. "This won't happen. I'll notice when it does and I'll change things. I won't be a Fool." And the moment of transformation comes and they don't notice until it's been years too late and they've dug themselves to deep and it's over.
I guess that what I'm trying to say is, don't be like The Fool.
The Weekend
(The Weeknd found poem)
It's gonna be one of those nights
I'm bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
It's really hard for me to speak right now
So I don't know what to expect from you tonight.
And I'm not tryna talk, and I'm not tryna walk
I wanna lose myself between your legs
I'm tryna kiss your neck without a word
Say it in my ear so I can hear what you're saying to me.
I promise you'll have nothing to say
You remind me of a feeling that I used to have
I wanna make your body shake
I'm tryna make you numb without a word.
In deep raincloud days and the nights we can’t sleep,
I remember the night of July 15th.
In worlds we didn’t drift like sailboats at sea,
Under blankets it’s your arms that cradle me.
Maybe someday you’ll look into my eyes with love,
Like you used to, giving kisses instead of a shove.
Or maybe these chords will mean nothing someday,
As you go with the wind into a distant bay.
Sweet harbor, sweet harbor, fading with time.
I was lashed to your deck, and you tied to mine.
The sunshine was fleeting, the gray had been sent,
But it all changed so quickly, maybe it will again
