Poetry is honesty
Dipped in
Chocolate
Or poo
Depending on the poet’s mood

Is it passion
Or insanity
Are the two
Really one
And the same
Separated by success
Insanity if you lose the game
And passion if you win
Even if you’re obsessed
Encouraged and egged on
Making money
There’s no need to rest
Try your best
They say
But that’s really a lie
Depending upon what you try
Some are the best alcoholics
You ever did see
The drinker feels very passionate
About his insanity
Some are the best in business
That means they’ve achieved
Permissible insanity
They call passion
But really
It’s all the same to me

I have no idea
Which ideas you have
Nor do I want to hear
(****, man!  Nothing rhymes with have)
And this is relevant to me and you
We do not rhyme
And you must know that to be true

Failure is certainly an option
In fact, it’s probably how it will be
If I ever admit
I’ll no longer compete
As long as I keep trying
I haven’t really lost
And so
Here I am
Not winning like a boss

I want to know me
But how can that be?
My mind is my only knowing tool
And it is capable of delusion
I want to believe
I’m good and trustworthy
But my eyes see
Grey areas and excuses
Slanted favorably
Towards me

Your loss, boo
Though you’ll never feel it
Missing something you never knew
Hitting me much harder than it hits you
But that don’t make the loss less true
Just because you never knew

No apologies
You never owed a thing to me
And everything I gave was free
I should be thanking you
For treating me respectfully
You could have made a circus show
With me the number one clown
You gave me a reason to grow
And did not let me down
Thank you
Thank you
Sir
You’ve been a noble man
And I know it ain’t going anywhere
But I dream because I can

Would it help to complain?
Claim that I am losing my brain?
Put all of my issues onto your back
Give a guilt trip that you’re all I lack
Pretend to fall apart
Bring all kinda darkness into my heart
Give up on my art
Disappear
For nearly a year
With no explanation due
Would that get me
Some attention from you?  
What should I do?
Is my only option to get over you?  
Apparently so
I don’t need you to tell me
What I should already know
All of this is of no use
And it’s not on you
That I refuse to see the truth

Did you see that?
I almost put my foot down
And then picked it right up off the ground
No wonder you avoid me
I’m dancing like crazy
Foot up, foot down,
Foot on up again
Repeat ceaselessly til who knows when
It’s impossible to stand
Stuck doing the kookie dance
Compulsion happenstance
Or maybe ants in the pants
Woefully lacking in I can’ts

Listen
You little **** (I’m sorry)
I’m obviously not getting over it!  
It may be a blessing
It may be a curse
You may be the best
You may be the worst
I am here with all this obvious thirst
And instead of sending me to the next saloon
Or opening the door and giving me room
You leave me out here howling at the moon
Foolish me, just can’t get over it
Chasing after you little **** (I’m sorry)

Do you believe you deserve it
That spot upon the throne you sit
Does your soul feel unworthy
Too lame, too old, or too tame
Lots of losers shine real bright
For lots of nights
Lots of playas **** at the game
Even with luck, they’re famous but lame
Many ones can deliver some vibe
Created with machines that ain’t even alive
Lots claim to be the best
Without daring to test
Lots of sleepers take too long of a rest
And some of them never wake
How long you gonna keep hitting the snooze?
How do you not know that art has no rules?
Silly fools
Me and you
One giving up
The other refuse

I would pray for you
But it would be too selfish of me to
God has people asking for working legs
Or to cure a devastating disease
God is filled up to overtime
With desperate victims of crime
In need of justice
Or maybe just peace
I have everything I need
I can’t ask for God to waste time on me
You are worthy of praying for
I certainly do agree
But I ain’t got it in me
To waste God’s time
With my dreams
There might not be another way
Than divine intervention
But if it takes all that to get your attention
It isn’t meant to be
And God shouldn’t sacrifice you
To make me happy
I wish we could be
But it isn’t fair to pray for thee
I may be a sinner
But I’m not unworthy
At least, I try not to be

They say “follow your dreams”
But for how long?
Before there’s a path until after it’s gone?
What do I do
When unfortunately
My dreams have no interest
In being pursued by me?

I refuse to be abused
And then silently
Take your fury
Over some imaginary
Hurt to you
Supposedly
Committed by me
I’m willing to self reflect
But not about how I reacted
When your foot was upon my neck
Take your unwept tears
Insisting that you’re crying
Take your persistent lying
Take yourself right out my door
And when you get tired
Walk some more
If you ever see me
Please ignore
I don’t even know you
I’ve never met the real you before

Keep your trash
Keep your dust
Keep your old bike full of rust
Keep dead leaves upon your lawn
Keep the reasons you won’t turn the lights on
Keep your old, familiar ways
Keep your always the same days
I can’t make you drop antiquity
But I can make you not keep me

I ain’t the flavor you savor
And that’s fine with me
I’m ok being coffee
When you prefer tea
I am not so needy
That I need to please everybody
I’ll continue to be me
Distantly
And that’s how it be
Fine with you
And fine with me
And as far apart as we are
Is where we should be
On this we can agree

I don’t feel free to speak around you
You’ve got a regressed view
A man who ages
But never grows up
Still mentally stuck in a rut
I tolerate your presence
But you haven’t made the friendship cut
And I’d tell you all this
And exactly why
If you were the kind of guy
Who could listen to advice
But you’re not
So I will remain distant and surface nice

Cut off
Your loss

My ego is such  
That I don’t let much
Bring me down
Or make me boo hoo
If you block me
I feel sorry for you
You’re the one missing out
On all my cool

You must’ve seen what I am blind to
And you did what you had to do
I wish happiness and love for you
With those sharp eyes
You’ll find it soon

I’m gonna come into your winter
Like a desert storm
I’ll get you wet
But I’ll keep you warm.

I’d like to call myself a master at this game
But I’ve failed every time before
Must have some success in store
And if there ain’t
I don’t wanna play no more

Impressive you be
Unilaterally
I thought you were great
And you are proving yourself greater
Than I thought you’d be

I haven’t yet found Home
But I’m pretty sure I know
Which direction to go

The rarity I’m trying to find
The special one
Who’s soul fits mine
One of a kind
So hard to find

I’m still gonna be coming around
Though
Checking you out
No matter where I go

It’s done and through
And I am grateful for you

I want to bring chaos into your order
Order into your mess
I want to flip you up over
Spin you around
Smack it up
Lick it up
Rub it down
I want you to look for me
When I’m not around
I want you to be willing
To make a sound

He wants us to believe
He lost his poetry
When that cannot be
He has it so naturally

I survived many things that should have shattered me
My people know what I mean
Now I stay here
Unangry
Peaceful as a girl could be
I don’t want to hurt or blame anybody
And I think that is the strength in me

You won’t find the same me ever again
I have grown since then

I come back here
To the written word
It brings me to clarity
That I can revisit
Frequently

It cannot only be me
Who unfortunately
Thinks to myself
Bashedly
“If I were to go
Would they even know?
Stand in the doorway
And want to say
“You won’t see me from this day”
But it would be foolish show of despair
I’m not going anywhere

Between what you don’t know
And what I can’t see
We’re the least informed duo
In history
We are **** ******* cool, though
Admittedly

I’m sorry, mister
But it don’t be
Like that for me
You and I cannot be
And I shouldn’t have to feel sorry
But you have tried so earnestly
And I perceive you tenderly
Mostly

Poetry doesn’t have to be wordy

If I ever find where I’m going
I hope it’s a nice place

As far as fools go
I’m one of the best
Usually I’m pretty bright
It’s only to you
I be the fool
Some primal urge
To bow and purge
Adorations, speculations
Whatever comes to soul
I have the urge to let you know
You ignite fire all around
Raze debris right to the ground
And now new growth is found
Rich, volcanic stew
All because of you

I won hundreds of times on the way to that loss
And time was all it cost

The problem with you
Still got that same attitude
You had at sixteen
You’re a man living in between
Incorrigible to some imaginary
Enemy
When will you see
It’s within thee?

I could tell you my story
And make it rhyme
But you would think
I was lying

This is not me writing you another poem
This is not me
Alone
It isn’t me
Pretending to be
Willpowerly
I ain’t the one stalking your profile
I haven’t been there in a while
You won’t find me right nearby
Listening for your call
I surely have erected
An impenetrable wall
You won’t hear me ever cry
I ain’t got even one more try
You won’t hear my wild wolf howl
Not because it isn’t there
It is me to whom you turn a deaf ear
And it’s not me still here

I tried and tried and tried for you
I wished it for me
But also you, too
I woulda made you happy, Boo

Happy Sunday to my soul
Today I wish to grow
I hope to be
A better me
This I pray for
Everybody

Can you please **** up?
Be abusive to some pup
Walk around with ****** types
At least for one picture-filled night
Don’t you have any dirt
To put under the light?
Please move those rugs
Show some swept under
Give a clue when you feel the thunder
Bare the rust attached to your bones
I wanna see the moss on your stone
Ain’t there a mistake
A time you were fake?
You know you have been a flake
Display imperfections
For goodness sake
Beautiful faulted cage
Sometimes rage
Against destiny fate
Tell yourself it is too late
Yet here we wait
For you to collaborate

I am the persistent bee
Buzzing around for your honey
Nobody bothers me
Or gives me anything sweet
Beautiful flower I see
Distantly
Honeyless I still be
This is no existence
For a bee

Boundaries may be
Nonexistent
When it comes to you and me
Goalposts moving constantly
Down or up
Never near
Coach calling plays
I cannot hear
Defensive line so clear

So many songs
I gotta disassociate
From what they used to mean
Happy tunes
Somehow turned blue
Letting go of you
Hopefully
They will remind me
Of somebody new
Soon

We are done
You ain’t the one
My vision was skewed
But this is not news to you
I tried too hard
Or not hard enough
But that is irrelevant
I still took so much away from it
Maybe more than I gave
Thank you for the inspiration
Thank you for being my muse
Gratitude is what I feel for you
At this moment of truth

Currently
I stay attached to thee
Perhaps because you let me be
You do not discourage me
Which I perceive optimistically
But it could be true
That you simply don’t care
Or you’re completely unaware
Or maybe I disgust you
What’s a girl supposed to do
With no idea what is true
And “could be”
Maybe
Vague and shady
Glimmers of crazy
When not a no
Perceived as a maybe