Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies cat
I'm a feline Casanova, hey man, that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Meow
Yeah, don't cross my path
I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley, looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat style"

You’re good
But boring
Your emotions
Cannot possibly be
All gardening and pottery
And puttering endlessly
There’s gotta be  
Something you don’t want other people to see
You should start putting that in your poetry

Maybe it’s just me
But it sure feels good to sneeze
Sometimes it’s expected
Tingle in nose
Sometimes it’s a surprise
But a sneeze is one of the pleasures of life
That just doesn’t get it’s due
But that’s because
It can be loud and obnoxious too
It’s surprising to me
How much sneezes have in common with
You

I went after you pretty hard
I put what I had in it
I don’t regret one feeling
Spoken or not
I go in for you hott
The thot deep in thought
Brought what she got

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’ll use my words to cut you down
Behind your back
When you’re not around
I’ll give you anonymity
Which is more than you have
Done for me
My burns last longer
Though

When it comes to me
There seems to be
No middle ground
Instead of reacting indifferently
People either love me
Or can't stand having me around
I try to be
Less vocally
But I just seem to make too much sound

As I sit here
Alone
Writing my mind
Only me
And my mind
You are there, too
And you, and you
Told through
Only me
And so it’s so confusing
There is no “I” in poetry

He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by the rules,
Girl, don't play the fool
You're the one givin' up the love
Anytime he needs it
But you turn your back, and then he's off and runnin' with the crowd
You're the one to sacrifice
Anything to please him
Do you really think he thinks about you when he's out?
He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by the rules
Girl, don't play the fool, no
It was only late last night
He was out there sneakin'
Then he called you up to check that you were waiting by the phone
All the world's a candy store
He's been trick or treatin'
When it comes to true love, girl, with him there's no one home

All these little pieces of me
Form a whole
Eventually
What you see
If you piece it together
Maybe
Has nothing to do with me

All the effort I put in
But he don’t owe me anything
This must mean I’m not a stalker
I’m just an over-talker
My crazy is kept mostly at bay
But that’s probably something
All stalkers say

I wish I had it in me
To be great
And to shine
And create something memorable
On purpose
And to know it
The creation of something memorable
Recognized
By memorable people
And what that feels like
But I don’t have it in me
The ability to bear the weight
Of being great

On this journey with no end in sight
And I can’t figure out
Whether to turn left or turn right
Or turn back
On what may be a futile fight
Long, lonely night
Trying to see a little bit of light
With all of my might
I ain’t got the right
To ask you to help me take flight

You made me work
It was worth it

My family will not participate
When I make excuses for myself
I love them for that

At first
I thought writing poetry was personal
My feelings
Just mine
Written and brought out
But now I see it’s
Really got nothing to do with me
It’s the reader who feels it
That makes it poetry

I didn’t intend to give you as much as you got
But you monopolize a lot of my thoughts

I cannot hear what you don’t say
Silence is not your typical way
Could be black or white
But you choose gray
It’s perfectly ok
That you don’t want to play
You have your reasons
Valid and true
If I ain’t your flavor
I hope you find what you savor
I pray you have in your crew
Someone delicious to you

It is a victory for me
Because I know
By this time you have seen
Sometimes you smile
When reading me
I’ve had your attention
At some point in my history
You’re the kind of man who cares about me
However distantly
Whatever your reasons be
You sometimes think about me
And I call that a victory

I suppose I deserve better than this
A man who doesn’t care I exist
All gurus and such will advise me give up
Knowing this don’t change a thing
You the one who makes my soul sing
Whether or not you’re listening
Rather praise my deaf king
Than anyone or anything

Jump to conclusions
Jitterbug and tap dance
So concerned over
Who I let in my pants
You think it defines me
And maybe that’s true
But your obsessive interest
Says more about you

The space between
The reasonable
And my insecurity
It seems pretty obvious
He is avoiding me
But maybe it’s normal
To get so busy
To not find a few minutes
Within almost a week
To see what I’m up to
Or even peek
But maybe it’s my insecurity
Baggage carried around by me
I feel it’s not too much to expect
Lack of neglect
But hey, no harm, no foul
Good for him
He must have a life that is busy and full
Or more likely has another girl
And it’s kind of my own fault innit?
He never said he didn’t
He said a lot of things
But maybe not to me
I might have imagined it all
Because I wanted it to be

Too far
Sometimes
Looks a lot like
Not far enough
And you’re already half in there
When things get rough

This must be what awe feels like

I wonder if he would notice my absence
Whether by something
Inexplicable missing
Or
Would he recognize
What’s missing was me
Would he come looking
Or would he feel free?
I don’t have the will to test my theory
But I believe he would feel
The absence of me

He offered more
Encouraged me to explore
He’s better than I was hoping for

No hard feelings
It’s really the most one can hope for
When it comes to relationships

No regrets

Only respect

A little torn up
From neglect
But what the heck
It was better than perfect
My dear
That whole couple of days a week you’d be here

I wish to be seen
Ideally from you
But whatever
Wonderful man will do
He’s out there somewhere
He must be
The ever elusive
One for me

Angry stranger
Who hates me
Because I don't agree
Coming from nowhere
Suddenly.
Into my area
To attack me
Because I don't agree
But maybe it could be
If you bothered to look you'd  see
The problem for you is you
And not me
But you probably wouldn't see
Nobody wants to be
The problem
But you're so angry
You can't help but be

When the Boy got you thinking
Wishful daydreams
Floating, sinking
What if
No way
Maybe

We'll see

I found me another muse
Gems upon this path
And I stay in his pocket too

One day
He will notice
You just wait and see
How he notices me
So boombasstickly

There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." Now... I been sayin' that **** for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ***. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a ******* before I popped a cap in his ***. But I saw some **** this mornin' made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous *** in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that **** ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd.

I see whiny poetry
Over-played
Realms of poor me
Or poor you
Sometimes it gets
The best of me
Frustration
At frustration
Expressed
So frustrated there I be
And that’s a slippery *****
If one I ever did see

You aspire to
Stand out
Turn in assignments
Comic sans font
For it to be memorable
Being different
Yet your work is
Mediocre
There's a lesson in there
Somewhere
Gimmicks are the refuge of  the
Mediocre

Dark times
Lately
Swimming in the murky waters
Of irony
A pimple long ready to burst
A ***** ***** mess
And the guilty party
Still insists they are the best
It seems to be the war
Of the self-entitled brats
Who think they deserve
To prosper
Cuz they got their old money
Search around there somewhere
And there's some form of slavery
And they walk around
Proud as can be

Here I be
Your personal freak on a leash
Self-imposed
And unwilling to leave
Here I be
While you ignore me
Apparently
Permanently
Here I be

Here I am
All brash and cocky
Talkin’ ‘bout
“He’s gonna miss me”
Been saying it over and over again
Surely because I’ve been missing him
He might be back around one day
I might find the right words to say
On this forgiveness mission
None of it matters anyway
When he’d be foolish to listen
Tangled webs hanging
In the corner I painted myself within
When one cannot blame anyone else
Excuses wear real thin
His final gift to me
The growth I feel within

I wear my desperation for him
On my sleeve
On my legs
On my chest
And all over me
I put up no illusions
Of how I hope it to be
Plenty of delusions
And nutty dreams
I carry with me
And show them to him
Honestly
I am the “crazy”  lady
He knows he can believe
Lusting for him
And writing him poetry

I did not comment
On your **** ***** pose
You shared on social media
To everyone you know
I wondered what I might say
Probably that you flipped your lid
But I thought seeing me say that
Might hurt your grandkids
Now that is something you should do
You should consider your grandkids
Too

I just climbed on top of that fine guy
It was mostly obscured
And
He rode me first

You have a power over me
The power to annoy
You just hit an
Uncomfortable chord
And as strange as it may seem
That whiny twang
Is still necessary
To remind the ego in me
That I am faulted, and so petty

He’s ***** deep
In all of this
Losing sleep
Looking at me
That is what I want to see

Well we're movin' on up
To the east side
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Movin' on up
To the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie
Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
Took a whole lotta tryin'
Just to get up that hill
Now we're up in the big leagues
Gettin' our turn at bat
As long as we live, it's you and me baby
There ain't nothin' wrong with that
Well we're movin' on up
To the east side
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Movin' on up
To the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie

You thought you left her with scars
But she walked away with lessons

I beg like a ***
For a token or dime
I spend all of my time
On this lonely street
Freezing to death
While you hoard the heat
And just like the typical
One who drives by
You avoid my eye
So you don’t have to see
The hungry
Me
There’s thousands of bums on the street
And you can’t give them all a thing to eat
Least of all

Me

As far as you know
I’ve forgotten you
And pay no attention
To whatever you do
As far as you know
I’m in non-you bliss
Glad you are gone
But bliss don’t feel like this
As far as you know
I’m beyond moving on
But the truth is
That road to healing is long
As far as you know
You’re a nonentity
No part of my life
And you never will be
But as far as I know
I miss the good times
When you were sweet
And loving and fine
As far as I know
You are a disease
That I just cannot seem to cure
But one thing I know
I’ll never tell you I love you
Again
And of that, you can be sure

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

Are you almost there
To that turn you need to take
To come my way
Are you on your way?
Maybe it’s right for you to say
If you’re heading in another way

I want to be a worm
Climbing inside
Attaching to your mind
Well, not true
I want to be the controller of the worms
Hundreds reporting back to me
Implanting what I want the subject to see
But then again, that’s too much
Responsibility
I’ll stay with being just me
I don’t want to control anybody
I want your mind to be free
Then, it means something when you choose me