He’s not the one who made me look foolish
That is all on me
He is too **** coolish
And I could not let him be
And even though I know all this
I cannot get myself free
That beautiful man has captured me
And I sit here day by day
Embracing my captivity

You are so smart
But so dramatic
You could really be a thoughful person
If you thought about other people
I see it in you
The desire to care
But you just can't seem to find it
In there

Here we are
Bored with eachother
Frankly, I couldn't care less
About your day
And how it was a mess
I know you couldn't care less
About mine
Either
Because you never ask
You want to know things
Like where your boots are
Or what time is supper
But not where I learned
How to cook it
We got a tree full with fruits of
Conversations
Yet neither cares to shook it
Overripe fruit
Rotting on the limb
We sit here now
Our light has dimmed
No need for tears
Or blames or angryness
But frankly, however it goes down
It has to go down
Because I can't care any less

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don’t know

You turned me on
On purpose
I know you knew
Exactly how to
Tingle and jingle
My insides
Giving me all those good lovin’ vibes
You started off ahead of the game
With all that **** confidence
So **** hard to resist
A man who knows he’s got good lovin’
To give
You spread it thin
But I’ll still be taking my hit
When you come around again

I wanna **** poets off
If just for a short wile
But I don’t no what too do
Poets tend to be pretty calm
A stoic, nobel crew
I ca’nt figure it out yet
Wat could possibly werk
To annoy that otherwise
Accepting and loving groop
But as far as accomplishments
Its’ sum thing ill surely
Figure out how too due

This mission
A mere 18 words
Survival is finishing
Winning is finishing early

Chances that are not earned
End in failure
999,999,999 out of a billion times
I’m not saying you
Won’t be one in a billion
One day, maybe
But the effort you think I got
To put into a one in a billion shot
Makes me see
You ain’t even one in a million
To me

I know I am special enough
To be loved by a man like you

I’m gonna have to pause and reflect
He obviously sees me with my neck
Chopping block ready
He’s holding the axe
And instead of giving it a good whack
He’s waiting for something
I don’t know what
Apparently for me to make my own cut
He’s got no plans to feed this chicken
And he ain’t gonna eat me, either
I’m just a self-teaser
Thinking the thoughts
Saying the words
Being ignored, instead of heard
It ain’t his fault
It’s all my own
I went to town
Like a clown
Wondering why he’s not coming around
Silly fool me
I showed up naked
For the costume party
And thought I could see
A really great guy maybe looking at me
Wondering if he could like what he sees
And deciding it’s not worth….

Any effort at all
He’s gonna let me run into that wall

Using words
One
Or two
At a time
Per line
Has it’s place
I suppose
But none of it flows
It’s choppy
Erratic
Pitter and Pattic
Walking up spiral steps
To reach a low attic
Sometimes it’s yep
Most times it’s a nope
But when it’s a yep
It can be really dope
Easy to read
Is not usually
The goal of poetry

Clarity
A gift not often
Gladly received
Or given easily
I could write a poem about it
But I’m still stuck in the weeds

This is the time of the
Cleansing
Where audacity
And hypocrisy
Comes to the light
Though many will stay in the dark
Insisting that they are right
They will be the *****
Among the clean
Convinced their filth
Is pure and pristine

It was less a move towards him
As it was
A move away from you

It is nearly delusional on my part
My imagination
Of what could be
Between he and me
But nobody else feels worthy
Yet
I hope I meet the wonderful man
Who sets me free
From this
Unattainable fantasy
There’s gotta be
Someone close to perfect
For me
Somewhere
I do keep looking
So why can’t I see?  
Close to perfect
Apparently
Comes with a cloak of
Invisibility

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
I broke apart my insides
(Help me) I’ve got no soul to sell
(Help me) The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I wanna ******* like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna ******* like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
I wanna ******* like an animal

You’ve got this idea
Closure
Stuck in your mind
And you feel like it’s owed
Your demand
For clarity
Is really just a way
To ignore what you can clearly see

What in the actual f!@k
Has happened to this country?
How can one single
Dumb human
Cause so much strife and disharmony?
I suppose this trouble’s been brewing
For nearly an eternity
But to bring it around
For some unfunny clown
Is an embarrassment, globally

Hello sir
I am new here
And
Still learning my way
Can you direct me towards the
Dump
I’ve brought my **** and bull
Carrying the junk
Since
My fuckit bucket
Is full

When I’m feelin’ cocky
I think of your ****
And even call it a ****
Most other men have a ****
(Some got a little *****)
But yours is a ****
I’m gonna get it hard as a rock
And ride that hammer around the block
Leave your *** in shock
And you’ll be on lock
….
****, just thinking about it….
Hot and flustered and blushed and  brash
Excuse me, for now
Gotta go…. um…take a bath

I want to bring you discomfort
I want you to feel smothered by the cocoon
You have gotten so used to
It is there gagging you
The butterfly
Refusing to break through
Such is the curse
Of comfortable cocoons
Yet
It’s been so many moons
Your ideas
Breaking through
You simply cannot help it, Boo
That **** cocoon cannot hold you

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

There he goes
Looking all fine
Natural and easy
Wearing that beautiful smile
There ain’t no gum or no patch
No anonymous meetings
Either
He’s a dream weaver
This is gonna have to be a cold turkey
Quit
How long will it take me to get over it?

We fell apart quickly
After falling together
Real slow
Don't really want it that way
But it's the only way it can go

I look at the door
Hopefully
Every time
A shadow appears

Awaiting your entrance
Breathlessly
Your appearance is
A sunrise to me
A more beautiful sight
I never did see

Summer rising
Tshirts outside
Something special every year
The first time

He alters my vibe
No tries or even a drain on his own
I think
That is unknown
My effect on him
Could be a drag
But for that to be
He’d have to be
Different completely
From what I see

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

The circus comes to town
And sometimes right to you
No matter what you do
The circus will pass through
Relying upon it
Not smart to do
Unless you wanna let
The circus consume you

A concrete poem is one that is in the shape of it’s subject.  This is my concrete poem ab-
out a slab of concrete.  Pretty neat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I do not deserve my confidence
Some people think
I am a sinner
According to them
My unbowed head
Unabashed by your rules
Is all the more enraging
To you
So you interject yourself
Writing line after line
To explain to me
That I am not worth your time

When your profile pic is of your dog
I can't figure if you're the most
Unfortunate soul
Or the luckiest

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

I presume you find begging unattractive
(Who wouldn’t?)
So I’m trying to do it with style and grace
Prancing  around in a tutu
Pretending that I don’t have egg on my face

Anger
Amazing what it can do
In just a snap
It can have power over you
Hero or villain it brings about
Get angry sometimes
You will without doubt
The smartest thing for you to do
Is control the anger
Don’t let it control you

The winner of the argument
Is probably
The one who does not want to argue

The masses love corny
And I’m full of flakes
So I’ll keep on pouring
Until someone takes

Losing
Both in front
And behind
What you didn’t know you didn’t have
You never will find
What you had and let go
Lost throughout time
Before you had good sense to see
The treasure it be
Losing’s done so cheaply
But it is never free

Thinking big thoughts
From a couch
Is a lot more productive
Than it used to be
This
In itself
Might be a big thought
From a couch

Do some trees
I wonder
Get overcome
And choked out
By the leaves
They shed
In windless
Forests?

Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake *******
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to ****
Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chillin' the most"
Then rock that ***** up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun
Drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix
And get tossed outta bars
Zip to Tijuana
I wanna roam
Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock, and I'm the Real Mccoy
And I'm headed out west, sucker because I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes, like dust in the wind
(****** ****, ****** freak, ****** out of my mind)
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and ****, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
And let Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's Wine) I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this fits right in yo'"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint his town red, then paint his wife white
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find west-coast ***** for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a ****
My only words of wisdom are (radio edit)
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
(Cowboy) ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
(Cowboy) I can smell a pig from a mile away
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) Hollywood and Vine-in'

Beautiful human being
Too ******* yourself
Turmoil from every direction
Losing the will to cope
Let me offer you mine
Wishes
Prayers
Hope
Take some of mine
You darling person
You deserve it

Ethnic cleansing
Subjugation
Kidnapping
******
Are not nearly as
Interesting
As one slap
Human beings
Tend to love crap

I prefer a natural high
Smoke a little ***
All I crave
To get by
Lucky me
To be
Almost mostly free

I want to bring you peace
But that may be unlikely
I’m not the quiet type
I’m chaotic and flippy
All over the place
Yet steady and fun
A little too trippy
But a fun break from reality
Never hurt anyone
When I know the way
Back to sanity
Maybe you could
Go to crazy with me
And there we might find
The peace we seek

You must think it haughty of me
To speak of you so intimately
I pretend to know you
Or really think I do
Some kinda non existent way
To everyone else but me
It’s crazy
So really
Here I be
Trying to be haughty
And I’m really crazy

I can't tell if you're a beleiver
Or if you really wish you could
But your excitement
Is not infectious
It is disturbing
With your wide-eyed
Very vocal blindness
Refusing to notice holes and flaws
That I know you've surely seen
You may not be insane
But you're somewhere in between.

"I see the stars in your eyes"
That's what you said to me
I just can't be impressed
With your uncreativity
I get you want to toss a line
Since we are far from shore
But I can't help but figure
You've used that line before

You’re better than me
I want to take credit
How does a parent resist
Looking at their amazing kid
And thinking
I had a lot to do with this?
But then I suppose
Parents would have to take credit, too
For all the stupid ****
Their kids do
Or don’t do
And so, my beautiful daughter
You being perfect
Is all from you

I asked him why
He took credit for her idea
His reply
“I was the only one who listened”