I am a ****** up poet
A starving artist
A punk rock Elvis
Sometimes you just gotta go all out
Because your the king
Man
And you just can't help it

Van Gogh died poor
And alone
In a field that was his last expression
He died by his own hand
And it wasn't even raining
When it should have been

I don't even see myself when I look in a mirror
And you don't see what I see when you look at me
You see a smiling lover
Enjoying life though all the struggle
I live life as Pagliacci
A ****** up poet

I put on a great show
And I weep during intermission

And then the night sky was alive
I imagined the fourth of July
Fireworks
And forest fires
And unidentified flying objects

Sky alive
I'm alive
And I celebrate
Because a fire I started
Burns out of control
Jumping from page to page
From soul to soul

And then my mind was alive
Running to and fro
Finding friends
And starting trends
While honoring old ones

I celebrate
Because the dam I blew up
Was enough to innundate
This stupid city

And if most are drowning
Im still pretty sure
There are some strong swimmers
Yet left amongst the survivors
Who aren't merely treading water

Sky alive
I'm alive
It's a celebration
City's drowning
So am I
A happy devastation

I rode a white steed
Across the netherworlds only to reach
I rode a white steed
A knight in shining metallic armor

I fought wars for the queen
I stormed the castle walls and razed them to the ground
I fought wars for her honor
Hers is a cause that I call noble

I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen
I was a knight in shining armor
I fought wars for her honor

And as I'm dying
Bleeding out slowly
On a raging battlefield
Cut down by mighty king Arthur

My blood on Excalibur's blade

I die in peace
Knowing my last thoughts will be
I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen

They say keep your head up
They say its one step at a time
But if your head is held too high
How can you be sure
The next step you take
Is onto solid ground?

I don't want you to fall down

They say life is crazy
They say death unavoidable
they say a lot of things
But I've never heard them say
They only want
Everyone to be happy

I don't want you to fall down

letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging

time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell

wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones, and your name is Soul

Once a stranger, now a "mother" had given birth to *a daughter —
A daughter, unknown, untouched like a stranger —
A stranger to the world and all that was known —
All that was known was duplicated thereafter —
Thereafter, duplicated by all those she encountered —
Encountered by all those who had been duplicated —
Duplicated in a world full of knowledge —
Knowledge, that had been corrupted —
Corrupted by those who had pretended in fear —
Fear planted by the world and, mother and father —
Father was so-and-so —
So now, let’s be so-and-so —
And so, on-and-on; the chain continues —
Continues until another mother gives birth to a daughter —
A daughter, gives birth to another daughter —
Another daughter gives birth to another —
Another, unknown, once a stranger —

Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS