If at once we were something, we were a song
A glowing tarantella bouncing around,
Blazing tambourines grasped with gypsy fingers
Free to see the world
The way God created it
With all its great beauty
And all the great cracks in the Earth,
We dance we dance to crack the Earth
Our song did touch the core.
If now we are something, we are lingering,
We drowned in our tears trapped in an hourglass,
The sand sapping away any life and now
Hardened black mud,
The hopelessness stuck
Along with the grains and tears
Trapped much like a gypsy
And like the gypsy we may dance
But its sloppy and stiff, no life,
Our song did touch before.
Now our song and dance vanished
Settling in a nice grave,
We lay in our hourglass
Still in our bridal garments
Staring at each other from the other side
Wondering who will drown first.
I dont feel your words
Not like a slap, or a sting
Not unless its fucking me
In the brain
Reminding me what you lost
When you were scared
I tried to explain
That I care, that I cared
Only now I regret it
I wish to take it back
I miss the smell of your skin
The taste of your lips
But not your slap
Or the harsh grab of my wrist
Your hands in my face
Lips in the wrong place
I miss the way your skin smells
Like adrenaline and old Hollister cologne
But not the sweat of exasperation
From giving me elaborate explanation
"I didn't mean to hit you so hard.."
But I haven't been here to care
"Did I give you that scar?"
Back then you didn't care
"Who the fuck have you told?"
They haven't been here to care
"I'll still love you when you're old."
We both know you won't be here to care.
You cut through my feelings
like scissors cut through paper
and with every false promise
I feel my blood getting thinner
as my heart grows weaker
can't you see through my smile?
the anguish in my sunken eyes
or the way I lose control of
my inner thoughts
as soon as you go
my heart can beat without you
but it can't feel love
it can only feel pain
because you left it broken
as you can clearly see
I am Human.
Found someone new and I lost the old me.
I miss that little girl that's locked up screaming to be free.
Find that little girl and hug her tight.
She's weeping, trying to keep her head up high.
HA HA HA. HAHA.
Those laughter rang in her ears since she was five, when the kids in kindergarten called her ugly.
Until now, it still haunts her.
Those words slowly became the monsters that she have came to love.
Because they become her shield.
How can she love herself when she loves the monsters in her head more?
When she can't bring herself to run away from them.
When she listens to them and shut out the ones she holds dear to.
And these people who actually LOVES. HER. BACK.
And before she can love another, she needs to love herself. FIRST.
She. Is me. I, am her.
I have been mourning for these monsters for a while now.
I realized I need to kill them before they kill me.
Before they make me kill that little girl that is crying but is trying to fight her way back.
These monsters have been a part of me that I have been holding on.
I used to hide behind them whenever I feel insecure.
They helped me build a wall to cower and cry behind.
They helped me disconnect myself from the world.
So that the rest of the world can feel comfortable.
Being disconnected gives you time to think.
Loneliness breeds thoughts.
Guess the fuck what?
No more of that bullshit.
My impression is here so stay.
My footprints will forever be marked behind me,
whether I like it or not.
And I think that I need a small spot for my footprints.
I crave for understanding and support.
I crave for genuine embraces.
I will explore.
And maybe you,
someday, one day.
My thirst for genuine affections
are driving me insane
but is inhibited my angst.
How do I explain to my mother that her only daughter,
her only child is one confused mess.
I like girls. I like boys.
I might not like girls. I might not like boys.
Maybe I like both.
Maybe I am just blind…to gender.
One way or another, I have come to accept that it doesn't really matter. Whichever way, I go, it's okay.
I want to stop apologizing for cussin’ around.
Because to me they are motherfucking appropriate.
I am fucking tired of having to be sorry for being me.
I am fucking tired of having to be censored.
Just because some people think that
my orientation is an abomination to the population,
blaming people like me for the demoralization of the institution just because they are the ones without proper education.
But fuck that, this is my identification.
I will never know when the time is right,
so I'm putting the hourglass into someone else’s hand.
I guess I will let time do its job.
For now, I am happy with our
awkward little conversations.
You deserve to know that I am just flattered of your existence.
And y’know what?
I think you do a fucking good job at that.
I want you to exist beside me.
To hold my hand in public
and not care about offending anyone by doing so because it shouldn't.
For now, I am holding on to the hope
that maybe you will accept me one day.
I feel things that I don’t understand when I’m with you.
Fucking kiss me out in the streets.
When our eyes met,
fireworks lit up in my chest but at night
those monsters put them out like rain
I trip over these feelings but hold them back because
of my fear of rejection.
Because I want to be good at being good to you.
Taking out these monsters may all need a lot work but I got time.
That One Lost Love
Have you ever had that one lost love
That you remember from your past
The one who seemed to get away
But you wish you could have back
The timing wasn't perfect
For the love you had back then
Their broken heart not ready
So now they call you friend
Every now and then you speak
You hear the story of their life
They tell you that they fell in love
You feel an emptyness inside
You wish that they had felt this way
For the love you shared back then
For how can they have fell in love
When you have this love within
The future holds a different path
Then what we think we know
You cannot change the way they feel
You must let the friendship grow
So no matter what the future holds
Just know that love is true
For this friendship with a broken heart
Is the friendship I have with you
Carl Joseph Roberts
My life to me seems a movie
In which I play a part
Not an award winner by any means
The film, some may call it art
It does have a bit of adventure
Some comedy with rhyme
Also it's had it's share of drama
That I myself consider a crime
I've also starred in other peoples movies
In some, bit parts are all I've played
More times though I've been a stand in
With nothing much to say
If you've seen the way I act at times
I'm clearly not a leading man
And as far as romantic movies go
That's just not who it is I am
If I take the time to think about
Comedy is what I do best
If you ask my friends and family though
What I consider funny should stay inside my head
Because once it goes into production
And acted out in scene
It's not quite as humorous as first thought
The moment it hits the big screen
So although my life...the movie
Has had its share of flops
I'll continue on with my acting
Until the movie play reel stops
If I stayed any longer,
I might have gone insane too.
He told me his name.
I never asked him why he was there,
Why everyone else avoided him.
I regret it now
But now is not the time,
There is no time left.
He said he could get out
Whenever he wanted.
He just had no reason to go.
He told me if I would come with him,
Stay with him forever, we’d leave.
Can you imagine that?
He even said he loved me.
The weirdest part is, I think I loved him to.
I would keep trying to remember
Where this love was taking place,
In this asylum but, I always forgot.
All we had to do was walk out.
Nobody touched us.
When we were out, we ran, and ran, and ran.
In the middle of the forest,
There was no way they could find us,
We still wanted to be safe.
We found a cave in which we could stay,
Until we had enough strength to explore.
There was plenty of apples and firewood around.
That first night, I just ate, and ate, and ate.
I noted the big willow tree
and boulder next to the exit.
Natural, and calm.
This was a place of my refuge,
Where I would be happy.
We set out to explore,
The cave must have been close to the surface,
There were cracks in the ceiling that lit our way.
The cave was filled with tunnel after tunnel.
Sometimes the tunnel would split into five or six
And we would have to choose one.
Giving the false sense of direction
As we wandered, aimless.
When I got scared,
He would assure me it would all be fine.
That must have been the worst lie,
Anyone has ever told me.
I finally worked up the courage
To ask him why he was in the asylum.
He told me he could fool the mind.
Fool it into believing its body was in pain,
He said his looks could kill.
He stared at me,
I clearly thought him insane.
He let that slide.
He never kissed me fully, passionately.
They were always short and sweet.
He only brushed my face
When he wanted me to calm down,
Making jokes whenever
I was having second thoughts.
He was using me.
I was a shield, nothing more.
I would have to be disposed of.
Back to staring,
I realized that his back
Is not made of duck feathers.
My scoff doesn't slide.
I ran faster I’d ever run before.
All this flew through my mind
As I scrambled up from the cave floor for the third time.
The exit was just around the corner.
It just had to be.
As I stumbled back
Onto the cold hard rock
The exit came into view.
I saw the light shimmering on the broken rock.
The shadow of a willow tree.
Ironically I was so happy I could cry.
I’d hide in the trees
I’d never have to see this murderer again.
Tripped for the fourth time.
I looked up,
Still sprawled out on the cave floor.
There was a hole in the ceiling,
Sending shattered shafts of light to where I was lying.
I watched the dust fall in lazy spirals.
I jumped off the floor.
Back to my peril,
I heard his sluggish footsteps.
Turned around for one last look.
He stood in those shattered beams of light
Glaring at me.
Now on my feet, I stood
In the dark half of the spacious hall of rock
As if that would help my situation.
If only I could fade into the shadows.
I was trapped.
With no escape but the cave's tunnels behind me,
Or the death awaiting me.
Just a few more steps back.
He’s eyes snapped to my feet,
"You don’t want to do that.”
Back to my face.
His smile was only evident in his voice.
He was right.
I didn’t want to die in that moment.
The room’s light darkened
As if someone had put out the sun.
I knew it was coming.
I loved him.
He may not love me now.
He may never have.
But I don’t care.
If I never loved him,
I may not be in this situation,
I might not be about to die.
But I think just maybe,
It was worth it.
Stolen kisses and touches,
Just the sound of his voice.
Running in the middle of the forest
Away from the asylum.
It was all worth the pain I was about to feel.
We stood staring at each other,
Waiting for the other to make the first move.
The tension mounted.
Hatred started coming off him in waves,
Hitting me over and over
Threatening to pull me under.
I could feel his anger.
The air seemed to thicken,
Weighing down on me,
Forcing from me my last breath.
Draining me of what little strength
I had left to remain standing.
I began to gasp for air,
Unable to feel my lungs expand.
Feel the relief of oxygen in my blood.
My eyes were locked in his
Begging to turn away,
To save my life.
I was mesmerized.
Like prey waiting for the snake to strike
I watched helplessly as his face,
Distorted with anger, began to twitch.
I could see the words that would end this,
Begin to form on his lips.
Waiting to be released.
Slope off his spit stained organ.
After the agony of anticipation seemed to reach its peak.
They dropped like acid into the open air.
I lost the fight against the pressure.
Finally crumbling under the strain,
I rested on my knees.
Holding my head in my hands
Preparing to resist the attack.
It hit me full force
Like a subway train at full speed.
I did all I could not to cry out,
To give in to this miserable existence,
To give him the satisfaction of my death.
I broke out in a cold sweat
As my muscles continued to fight,
Melting with the strain.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins
As the true attack began.
The pain started at the tips of my fingers and toes.
Slowly crawling, burning,
It continued to eat away at my flesh.
Much to my dismay
I remained intact
But paralyzed by the pain
Unable to run away,
To escape it.
I was unaware of the storm of tears
Falling from my cheeks.
Oblivious that he continued to circle closer,
Waiting for his moment to strike.
The pain began to worsen,
Shifting from fire to lava,
Lava to lightning.
It was unimaginable, indescribable.
Then I lost control.
This body– it was no longer mine.
It began to betray me.
It shuddered, then shook spasmodically.
Its back arched knowing what was to come next,
Preparing as the bubble of air was pushed slowly
Up its tongue, against its lips.
Its blood curdling,
Gut wrenching shriek
Lasted mere hundredths of a second.
He comes into view for a brief moment.
My eyes roll back into my head,
And I lose myself in the blackness.
I got the blues like James cotton and the crew
The blues in my hands
Like the crew and James c.o.t.t.o.n
Not like k.r.a.f.t
More like zatarains r.i.c.e
...A lonely mans meal
For crying out loud my ol lady left me
Every 5 minutes for 9 minutes
I cry without tears coming down my eyes
So no need for a bucket
My cheeks are dry
I cry through my trumpet
My cheeks are cramping
I cry so often and so long
The way in which my feet tap you can't tell that it's a sad song
I thought I would've Lost harmony when Monica left
But my harmonica explains the exchange of breaths going through my chest
Yet, blues explains my mood
On stage with my dudes
Audience in-tune with my news
I got the blues
Can you relate?
Did she escape?
No wonder why you're rapping and sagging
Bluffing and bragging
And your not huffing; puffing , and nagging
To get a case of the blues the love between the two once upon a time had to be true
I got the blues
And it's hard and complicated
I am strung like the guitar
There's no contemplation
I abandon my mentals
And create instrumentals
I got the blues
And to prove I have the bruise
Heartache and headaches
Allow me to groove
The blues, skies, teals, turquoises
No lies, tears nor voices
Real blues like fats, Percy , Ruth, king, archibald "stack-a-lee", hank Williams "nobody's lonesome for me"
My aching trombones
Drug free, but my bass is laced
I let my fingers rake
She don't know what she had
Hope that I can put down my flask
when I move on to jazz
Crippled child, crippled man,
crippled lame man,
who could ask more of me than God,
who broke me, before I even came.
and so, gnarled little stump of a boy,
who only felt shame,
he who could have known love,
felt only shame.
How could this happen
It wasn't supposed to be that way,
brave little boy though,
held his head high,
and walked forward,
but who could know the fear he felt,
terrified, he took the next step,
and at every turn, the looks,
laughter and jeers sounded beyond the senses,
How it felt, horrible,
but still the head held high,
such strength and valour,
oh, beautiful child
I am here now,
I am the light in the darkness,
and I can see,
you have returned to me,
and what can a father say,
except forgive me
even a God will cry, at times....
I have always had the opinion
that people who always joke around
have something to hide.
Being one of them myself,
as a severely nervous habit,
but with time those superficial bits are broken down.
So I wonder, is it me?
Do you just not care to really know what lies on the inside?
Which would be okay, if it wasn't so damn important.
If I felt the need not to care,
to not bother trying to get so close,
to not even tolerate something I did not have to before...
But I do.
I could easily just make it not my problem.
But it is.
If things continue in this way,
when even one day is just a little too much
then I will find my time spent on other things.