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A defiant man
Closes his door under lock and key
Sits down in his chair and broods
A version of three moods
As a fly wizzes by his ear
Which sets into motion a 5th gear
Over the top
Cannot be stopped
With a gleam like shine
Twinkling in his eye
Only bad news
Unpaid dues
And an cankering to tear you apart
When miserable feels good
It’s gone way beyond being misunderstood
Just a creature born into this world
To scrummage and scowl
Bark and howl
At a moon that’s second to none
Doing its thing behind the back of the sun
And below it, a society echoes its vibe
To a new unwelcomed tribe
Held together by only angst
And a hunger to reap its rewards
Then dispose of the carnage
Into a sea of deadly parts
Deep
Deep into the abyss
Forever
In the holiday spirit
‪I laugh at funny, cry when sad.‬
‪My best friend is my dear old dad.‬
‪I get angry at intolerance ‬
‪I’m fed up with abuse‬
‪I have common sense ‬
A great big heart
And I always speak the truth
I’m honest and sincere
Kind and full of good
I haven’t done everything I’ve wanted
Nor have I done everything I should
I’m no saint, but I have couth
Been that way since in my youth
It’s just how I was raised
Not looking for your praise
Just an outline into who I am
To help you better understand
Tomorrow isn’t given,
It’s still a mystery
Did you make history?
Fill your every need?
Meet expectations and live way beyond your means?
Did you get traction?
Cultivate your biggest dreams?
Bring together everything?
It’s not as easy as it seems.
Do you talk the talk?
Or just shoot the breeze?
I’m very polite, so I say “thank you” and “please”
“God bless you” when you sneeze
It’s just the little things
My teams’ the Heat,
Got 3 NBA championship rings
It lets me rejoice, makes me wanna sing.
Spread out my arms,
Take off like as if I had wings.
Fly to far off places,
Jump as though I had springs.
A culmination, a little  bit of everything.
That’s just how I roll,
It’s how I make the green.
I see dollar signs, makes the girlies wanna scream.
It’s my mission, high tech ingenuity.
Sometimes I watch tv
Maybe pick up a book and read.
It clears up my mind,
Allows my brain to breathe.
It’s not the brightest,
But it’s illuminating.
Like a marionette,
My body’s attached to strings.
Beat it like Micheal Jackson,
Show off all the bling.
I’m universal, from Broward County to Beijing.
Look how far I’ve come
From a peasant,
To becoming the undisputed king.
I hear your words
When you speak
Our actions form lifelong memories

Whether fair, poor, or good
They happen just as they should

We remember, or we forget
Depending on what took place meant

Graduation, an exchange of vows,
A winning prize, or a new house

With family or close friends depends,
On how we react to life’s events

Our memories are all we have
So cherish each and every day, like it is your last
Dedicated to my Aunt Ellen
A glance was all it took
Fresh bait dangling from a hook
I had to take a second look
My heart beat pounding; obviously shook

And you read me like a book
Caught red handed like a crook
Hands in air; begging, pleading, overtook

How could something so innocent be pure?
The answer oozing out of every pore
I’ll have to even up the score
I need to know what’s behind that door

I don’t even know what for
But the red lights flashing were too hard to ignore
I had to make my move before;
Before the moment
passed for sure

You, a gazelle hearing my lions roar
Act! Now is no time to be unsure
Frozen like a dinosaur
While your radiance rocked my inner core

Charging at me like a boar
But what importance is worth more?
I thought I joined up to the Peace Corps
But instead you started a third World War

The war inside my head
Missiles flying overhead
Left in shock, nearly dead
But just then you smiled at me instead

And I was overwhelmed
with joy
Hard for me to act coy
Or was it a trick like the horse that entered the city of Troy
Fake; a ploy

I finally conjured up the nerve
To talk to you and your gorgeous curves
But just then you swerved
I guess I got what I deserved
Written on a whim. Impromptu
"Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.

"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom."
— Vladimir Nabokov
I share this with you because the word “Toska”reminds me largely of the feeling of depression. In fact, it is the embodiment of the feeling I have often felt myself. The way it is described here supersedes anything I could come up with. Therefore I simply copied and pasted the definition. The definition itself is, in a way, poetry. So I saw it fit to share here, on this site.
Relinquish all the fairytales
As reality sets in
A daydreamers worst nightmare
Halted, before it could begin

An imagination that’s run wild
Alluring and a tease
Condemned for all damnation
To capture and release

An epic journey adventure
To the depths of the unknown
Fear of falling and of failure
No comfort for the soul

Always facing danger
Adds to a building plot
Your choice of weapon is quite puzzling
After all, it matters not

The winners been decided
The battle has been won
The troops are still divided
The war is not quite done

Who shall play the hero
In this epic tale?
Who will save the princess?
Or locate the holy grail?

Is there a fire breathing dragon;
Lying amid the caves?
Does your army adhere to their king?
Is there not one of them that’s brave?

What will happen when you find the beast?
Will it suffer it’s defeat?
Or will you shiver in your timbers
Run and yell “retreat”!

The imagination is a fickle
thing
It must endure and run it’s course
It’s what conjured up a Pegasus
From a plain old rocking horse

It’s a gift for all the children
Blinded from the pain of life
It’s a comfort for a timid mind
To be the hero of the night.
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