Your reaction to fear is silence
And you’re almost always so
And when you ever do speak
You make sure to say lots of nothing
Though
You want to pretend you’re cool
And for us to believe you’re strong
And lots may be fooled forever
I stayed that way for too long
But now that I’ve seen through the charade
I pass by the fool who is too **** afraid
But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t stop in to get laid

Am I taking pieces of you
For my own use
When I write you in my poetry?
And if I do
Do I at least
Leave a piece of me?
I feel like the lucky one
To have such a spectacular muse
But I ain’t no slouch
When  it comes to poetry
You got lucky
To be the muse
Of a pretty good poet
Like me
The spectacular muse
With the pretty good poet
There’s no telling what that could be
But it will be written
And thus
A part of our history

I am not impressed with your excuses
"I am too good of a guy"
Is not a reason to be miserable
Or complain about how much
Too good has cost you
You fool
Good guys don't ignore
Drama or discomfort
Caused by them
So they can pretend
They deserve to complain

Bedrock that did not cover the roots
Otherwise impossible
Except in
You

It puts me out
How you can go without
Yet I starve for it every time
This self imposed fast
Pattern
Seems to last
But this reason has too much rhyme
Next season
You’ll be back
To captivate
And then
I’ll starve again

Getting old
Upcoming change
What smoking does to my health
That my grandson took a ****
When his mom will be home in two minutes

Is it alright
If I imagine you
Sweaty and ****?
Do I have your permission
To pretend you’re positioned
On top of my body
And under me, too?
Can I lick all over you?
In my ***** ***** mind
You taste so salty
And feel so **** fine
Do you mind
What I do to you in my mind?  
Bumping, rocking, forceful grind
I’m taking advantage of you
Using your body
Tasting your sweet
Tenderizing your meat
In my fantasy
You’re doing the same to me
If you do not disagree
In my imagination
That’s how it will be
You making it hot and heavy
With me

Simple and ignorant
Are nothing alike
Simple is genius in disguise
Ignorant is
Dummy on display

I did learn a lesson
In case you were wondering
Not that it will bring you back around
Or change anything
The lesson learned
Is only applicable
To the rare situation
That happens to involve you
I think you mighta paid a price
For me to learn that lesson, too
Someday I may
Get the chance at thanking you

Caught the dreaded plague
Was sick for one whole day
I suppose I must be super human
Or maybe it's all overplayed
I don't know the answers
Or what I'm s'posed to say
But the dreaded plague
Kept me sick for one whole day

All that **** wrong with you
Well, I see that too
What’s a girl supposed to do
When she sees the blue
And somehow
It’s the perfect hue

It wasn't a poem that came out
Random words that sounded
Sort of philosophical
Without knowing their meaning
Like existential
Which sounds intelligential
If you're not guessing
At the definition
But the work was liked
And loved and egos rubbed
And we've created a
Monstersaurus
Just once, I'd like to see her write
Without employing her
Thesaurus

He is the type of man who responds to demands
And I am the girl who hates to be demanding
The problem with him:
Disappearance often
Which he is entitled to do
I am not writing this for me
I am writing this for him
I hope he sees
I feel like it will bring him growth
Knowing what I think I know
I want to give him a glimpse from
An outside point of view
But it’s taking the rhyme out of this poem
No matter how much the words sound alike
Because it’s a love letter too
And sometimes love has no reason or rhyme
But I have to admit to myself
He and I
Might not be a good match
In love
However the friendship will stay sure and strong
My whole life long

I'll write another poem for you
Really, that's all I can do
You are far, too far away
And that is where you're gonna stay
Maybe we will meet someday
If things go perfectly my way
But until that day
I'll still have my say
Though you won't hear it, anyway

Can you tell when I bow to the crowd?
Cheesy crap I said out loud
Just to say something
With nothing to say
I musta needed attention that day
I see them now
And cringe inside
Though the crowd seems to love it
I suppose from myself
I cannot hide
Nor can I rise above it

Honesty is a given
Of course, loyalty, too
And it wouldn’t hurt
If he could turn a head or two
But the absolute thing in a man
To which I RUN
I sure love a guy who knows how to have
FUN

I wanna get that church boy
Raunchy and hott
Bring it to him
Like he never gott
He won’t feel it’s sinning
He’ll be too busy grinning
And he’ll certainly be
Thanking God

I cannot answer your calls
You are no longer wild and crazy and fun
Now you are just wild and crazy
Looking for something to serve as a gun
So you can pretend you didn’t pull the
Trigger
They are all around
Triggers
And you pull every one
On all those imaginary guns
Slow suicide
Painfully slow
Sometimes I wish you’d just hurry up and go

How can it possibly
Be
That you are so **** beautiful to look at
Yet so uninteresting to watch?
You ride in the middle of the road
Every direction you go
Takes you nowhere but coasting
All downhill for you
Which is probably why
You have not much to contribute
It’s enough, though to sail
The fair winds forever
Most of us wish we could
Uninteresting it may be
A life that is too easy
Would certainly be
The choice of me

I fail to see
What you want me to see
We only just met
We're like on second three
But you think I wanna be
Arguing with you
Over a political party
And some hero you have
Who lacks dignity
You're already wrong
When your vibe is ******
And all you can do is throw insults at me
I have no time for your perceived
Superiority
I'd prove you wrong
But you'd never believe

For whatever it be
You feel heathy to me
Blessing me
Creatively
With a vision
Horizon
Maybe you see
It as unhealthy
And possibly
It could be
I have an addictive personality

There’s a spiderweb outside
In between two trees
Maybe four feet wide
Hott ****
That spider ain’t no chump
How did it make that
Incredible jump?

I look to you for nourishment
Your presence feeds my soul
You are like grain
So unassuming
Yet absolutely vital
Soul nourishment
I don’t think you even know
You’re doing it

Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday, I said I’m sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn’t hurting anyone
And we all enjoyed the weekend, for a change
I’ve been stranded in the Combat Zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I’m insane
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
Turn out the light
Don’t try to save me
You may be wrong, for all I know
But you may be right

It’s not his fault

My daughter is so much more
Beautiful than me
And she looks like her father
Poetic
In it’s way
For me to be able to say

I suppose you can probably see
I am oodles of noodles
At the caviar party
There are no subtle flavors
(Yet nothing fishy)
But I am proud to be
Thrift store cheap
Pretentiouslessly
I could behave all pomp and classy
But a trailer park is where I’d rather be
Than some fancy
Hollywood party
That kind of scene
Is not for me
One doesn’t need to be upper classy
To possesss lots of quality

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

It wasn’t a let down for me
It was a drop from a great height
Into the Dead Sea
All my fault, really
For seeing a man
So much better than he be
I suppose now, at least
I can call myself free

Outside
Alone
And the sounds
Sometimes just the wind
Peaceful
Even with birds
Fighting in background
Tom cats wailing
Tortured haunts of the quiet
Somehow
It’s still peaceful
Outside
Alone

Breath
A thousand times a day
Taken for granted
Thank you
Breath
Fill me up
With life
Big breath
Calm
Sometimes breath is all we count on
That is enough
In the rough

The one friend
Who makes me wish I could be gay
She’d be a perfect lover
If I could just get down that way

My wish is to bring about a
Poetry Revolution
Where the fight is brought
To the eternal battle
Knowledge over ignorance
Poets have the particular task
Of polishing off
Ignorance hiding as knowledge
In the perpetual
Poetry Revolution
Maybe my wish has already come true
Poets are the type to sneak up on you
Then speak up on you
There is yet to be a defense
Through time
From a burn in a poetry line

It’s only me
Feeling this chemistry
With he
Tie that binds to itself
Wishes and dreams
Too many liberties
With how I perceive it to be
I know it is imaginary
But it seems so real to me

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

Too hott off the press
The girl is a mess
Yet
Very selective
In whom she will
Bless
With her
Disorganized
Chaotic
Beautiful mess
That man is worthy of nothing less

Can’t figure why you stay away
I tell myself you won’t want to someday
You could come
Or you could go
Please do something to make it so
Whichever way the stream will flow
We still gonna get there slow
But I need to know which way to go
Set me on my journey to find a home
And if it ain’t with you
Tell me to roam

Letting go
Processed slow
Ain’t nothing else I got to show
You’ve already seen
You know what you know
Acceptance
Processed slow
Letting go

I ask him for what I want
And he will not comply
That’s what I get
For falling for such a hard headed guy

What do I say
When I’ve probably said it all?
I gave you a detailed outline
Of the entire rise
And now, the fall
And the risk of being redundant
Ringing and ringing
While you avoid the call
Yet
Here I stay
Ready and willing
To repeat it all
Do you like to listen
Or ignore me completely?
Do you pay attention
Oh so discreetly?
Or do you wish I’d leave and hush up
Do I knock incessantly
On a door you never want to open
Do you want me to leave
And abandon the hoping
Is it an embarrassment to you
This desperate girl
Or am I shaming myself?
I could pretend
To disavow
The things I said I felt
But that wouldn’t be real
And I got so much more to feel
And probably no new way to say it
In any event
Until you tell me to go
I’ll be here to display it

Most of us are superheroes
Who haven’t yet found our
Secret identity

Little boys
With certain haircuts
A nostalgia nod to you
I just wish the little boy
Didn't grow up to
Do the ****** things
You always do.  
I know the hurt is not intentional
But you never think it through
I'm pretty sure
If you were me
You wouldn't talk to you
And I choose my sanity
So we will not see this through

And the banjo has come out of it’s case
Spectacular finger picking awaits
Orchestrated with the fates
Tales be told about it someday
This music is gonna stay

It must be something
I can’t even name
Never before feeling
That
Makes me still want you
When you’re wearing that dorky hat

It is alarming to see
How many unlocked doors
Are cloaked with invisibility

I see your potential
Your feelings are raw
Spilling out unrefined
But relatable and true
I get the feeling you’ve been searching for
An identify
But before you find that
You need to set your poet free
Through editing
No matter how illogical
That be

Your reply to my complaint
Was
"I'm used to insults"
And you assume this will make me
Feel sorry
While you play the poor me
Song, dance, and shlup
As if I'm supposed to feel badly for you
Because you're always ******* up

Let me bring you there
A new space in your mind
You’ve maybe been before
Without that shade of hue
Each time you go there
It still seems so new

I watched you lose him
It took all of a second
A flash of a smile
Dimpled and sweet
He took to it
Like a dog to meat
It’s a good thing
Dogs are so otherwise
Adorable
And give such special treats

Curious
The enigma of you
Contradictory in all you do
Smooth and gritty
Dumb and witty
Altogether  way too pretty
*****
Clean
Awake while I dream
Full and empty, too
Light and dark
Fire and spark
So uniquely you