I'm not even sure if this deserves a title
this is simply poetry not someone's idol
but it's vital that I get my feelings down onto this page
before my head splits in half from this self imposed rage

Question, have you ever been sick of being yourself?
like you don't know what it is but you never felt good enough, never happy enough,
always said that the heart is the poor man's wealth
in that case I need a return on my investment because mines gathering dust on the shelf

I've always been plan B never number 1
it's like getting smacked in the head with an empty gun
or being the moon instead of someone's sun
everyone says "Youll find somebody to love"


but my loneliness is burning my head and it's splitting my heart
can I help it? I don't like people but I hate being alone like an old ****.....

A pictures worth a thousand words
The thought process is worth a million
A smile is a priceless sight
A genuine one more rare than a good Brazilian

Tears carry bottled up sadness
Running freely down a face
And laughter is a sign of joy
Represented by wrinkles in that same place

The soul can be squeezed out
After years of trial and frustration
Leaving a hollow shell that once was hopeful
Now just a shadow like representation

So if a picture is truly worth
A thousand words as they say
What is a human beings worth
As they kneel down to pray?

103

That's the tragic number it seems

103

Innocents brought down maybe in the prime  of their lives
Killed senselessly for having a good time
There should be a rainbow over Orlando
Not just for acceptance, but to commemorate the bloodshed on the land or to show the world that after the darkest nights come the brightest days

103

This makes no sense like a round square or a respectful mockingbird, or a song with no melody or a rose smelling ****.

Or an actionless verb or even better a dance with no steps.
It'll be 2017 in a few hours, but the stench of 2016 hasn't dissipated yet.

The celebrity massacre, gorilla killing, spirit and dream crushing year. It felt so depressing that at least once we were all brought to tears.

So sing Auld Lang Syne to your hearts content and cook Black eyed peas if you please
Just let me pass through midnight unscathed, that'll be enough for me

Ladies, do you wanna know more about your man? I'm sure you know by now he isn't ashes or sand. Or the area in which water meets land. A man is just a man, and this is a list of what your man can't stand.

1.*** isn't everything, any man could agree with such, sometimes being nice is equally a rush

2.Please don't expect to win an argument of it involves my family especially my mum, I swear that **** just leads to me perusing ***

3.if I go out of my way to please you then I expect the same respect and effort or I will leave you

4.it's simple, no lurking on a social media page that belongs to ME

5.expect to get uncle philled out the door if I pick a restaurant and you get mad about it, that I abhor,

6 If we get dull in bed and you make a choice to not address it please expect me to watch a dubious movie , in fact expect it

7.Don't tell a story without a punchline or point unless I'm drunk and reckless with a high dollar joint

8.Know what the problem is before you try to fix it, or trouble will find you because you picked it

9.Don't ask a question to which you don't the answer
Because if you do so across the floor you ego will splatter

10.I don't care for your friends, I care for you, if they have something to ask me, they shouldn't ask you

11.Don't be upset when I laugh, while you fumble or folly, it's a humorous affliction, light spirited and jolly

12.If I cut someone off I expect the same from you, if you don't expect me to stay with you

13.the past is the past, nothing we can do about it now,
so please stop bringing it up, it's childish and pointless now.

14.pets are great. I love animals, one and all
but I don't wanna hear about it holding hands in the mall

15.Don't ask me if I'm alright every five minutes, if I say I'm good. I'm good. I don't need you constantly asking it.

16.Don't be an overzealous zealot and by that I mean don't be overly jealous.

17.If you go shopping that's fine, just don't take me with you, it's not that I don't want to I'd just rather have 20 nails shoved into my skull

18. Don't expect everything I create or write to be about you, I'm not saying I won't but that won't be the only thing I do

19. If you know I have a crush and I'm putting forth the effort, at least acknowledge me, you know respect it.

20. If you know the right guy for you is in your friend zone then why aren't you with him? are you trying to be like Robinson Crusoe. all alone?

My city has 4 sides and those sides have millions of people with two eyes and a nose and a brain that gives them the power to decide the future and look to the past for lessons but staring in the rear view mirror will cause you to miss blessings

Why are we so in denial when we're clearly unhappy. And then we're hesitant to change,
I swear we as humans (especially me) are all kinda twisted and demented

I've asked a lot of questions about you
I've noticed it's a theme in my rhymes,
Haven't you?

I'm odd like 5/7 time, so maybe it's just how my mind works
But, all of them are answered in spades whenever I look into your eyes

And when I touch your soft skin I can't help but flash an awkward grin
Because something about you, each time just brings something up within

Your voice caresses my ears, I'm addicted to the comfort it provides with each listen.
In short, your words are spoken into my soul, and like a diamond you glisten.

If I'm a plumber then she's my princess peach,
if she's Zelda, then I'm her Link.
If my life was Contra, then she's my Konami Code.
Can't you tell ny Lady is the subject of this ode?

If she's Curly Brace then I'm her counterpart Quote,
Seriously, I'm in love with her if you didn't catch it I left a few notes,
If I'm the Belmonts, then she's the vampire killer,
if I'm Michael, she's my thriller.

If I'm Pac-Man, then she's my Miss
If I'm Alucard, then she's my transformation into mist
If I'm Kirby then she's waddle Dee,
quite frankly this is getting sappy so I'll get to the point.
I love this girl more than a stoner loves a joint.

(bonus points if you can name all the games referenced, and the Konami Code)

Like a slave with no master
Or a church with no pastor
Sometimes, our lives are simply
Beautiful disasters.

Now what does that mean?
Well I'm glad you asked
See, everyone has to start over sometimes
And how better than with a fire that burns clean.

But to the fire do not add gas,
Even though it burns so bright,
But allow the fire to burn and destroy
The troubles of your life

And when that fire has burned itself out
The ashes coating the ground like sleet
Rebuild, with no feasible doubt
That you dear friend are complete

Well my sinuses are ******* me over
And my eyes are bloodshot and my brain is getting pretty close to dead
So I figured I'd write a birthday poem before I get some allergy medicine in my head

First I wanna thank God, and my family and friends
For putting up with me for two decades
Because I know that there were plenty of times
Where I could've ended up 6 feet under via the thoughts in mah head

Second I wanna thank all the people that read and support my writings
I wouldn't be half the writer that I am today
If you guys hadn't discovered me I would think to know what I'd do

So thank you all for reading this sappy piece, because I have a birthday to celebrate
So because I'm a portal fan, of course I'll  be eating pie, not cake

Lips Red, like an aged fine wine
Hair long and silky,
God she looks Divine,
Skin so smooth like a car, fresh off the line
Man oh man I wish she was mine
I'm crushing hard, in case you couldn't tell
Not saying so would be a lie I would never be able to sell
But who? Who? I'll never tell ;)

The winds of change
Carried you into my life
It had gone strangely stagnant
Now I look forward to waking
At each new sunlight

The calls may be simple
But the stories and smiles nearly infinite
Well we have enough in common
So I'm cool talking every minute

It ***** that you live
Oh so far away
But hell we've created a ******* sweet bond
And that much is here to stay

Every feel like you're stuck but it doesn't seem like you're in a rut
like you're comfortable but your head constantly zones out
it's weird trying to describe what occurs in my mind

I can be absentminded but I tend to find it's where my favorite writings come from, when my head is in that liquid void so stock up on daydreams like a loaded gun

I hope this chicken scratch doesn't come off as pretentious but my train of thoughts run off the tracks

I seriously don't know where my thoughts go sometimes are they in my head or simply a neuronic flash in a greater mind

Am I high? Or am I simply breathing what life intakes or is it even possible to raise and warn those participating of the stakes.

Wow that was some of the most pretentious **** I think I've ever jotted down to throw let's go...

All comedy can be derived from tragedy
And we can all stand to be taken down a peg
And while I have enough of a sense of humor to take a good prank
Don't **** with my head

So that means you dear sister,
If you hide my backpack again just to **** with my head all of your stuffed animals will end up dead.
You know **** well you went way too far
You don't know about my scars I kept recorded
In a sketchpad in that bag.

Mom, I love you but I hate what you did,
You let me be angry for days over something as simple as fudge we got you
So I lost respect for both of you, just do you could get a cheap laugh.
Great job, you'll get nothing in my will when my body turns to ash.

Ahem. here's an attempt to finally conquer all that bothers me.

Let's see I'm a grown man who never kissed a girl
I'm obviously still a ****** in this crazy world
I'm insecure about myself and I put my heart on the shelf
I'm broke as all **** but I hope writing can create wealth
I eat French fries with no ketchup and I didn't go to my prom
I hate myself at times like a veteran from Vietnam
I don't have tattoos and I don't have a piercing
I can feel angst boiling over on fact it's **** near searing
Okay I'm almost done bit here's the last part of my list
no girl I've ever dated save one has lived near me, almost all my past relationships were long distance

Feeling like a lost
Investment in times gone
No one fills the void

Duped into a large
Mental war against
Everyone including self

Some days I feel free
Others trapped, like a dog
Maybe I need help

Even my pride can't take
Being beaten badly
On the daily

Delete my history?
You can't start again so
Try to move on please!

Oh I would if this
Life would let me go to
Other things in life

Vicious are the hands of
Ever moving time it's
crazy how life shifts

Someone once told me that you'd wash away my sins,
Take away the pain and make me feel good about the skin I'm in.
So if you can here me honestly I don't know how
Or why I'm even worth it, which is why I'm writing this now
Can you hold me? can you love me which has no worth here?
Can you take away my pain?
Can you turn away my rain?
please I know I've been weak and flawed
I know I've kicked scratched and clawed
for the wrong things in life, and in love just to find some sense of power


But I was wondering, Lord, can you hold me now?

So today I rode the train home and as I got off I felt the spring rain
I looked up ash the clouds covering the sky and I saw your face among the bodies divine.
I thought it some strange mirage but I saw eyes nose hair and your smile made up of stars,
your hair a cosmic nebulae that shined on constantly
your dimples two planets, or that's how it seemed to me
it was a beautiful sight, your face comprised of things we found in the outer reaches of space
but just in case I made the mistake of pinching myself...
and then I awoke from that beautiful daydream of you and my subconscious went back to the shelf.

Wake up
get my weight up
walk to the kitchen, okay my meds ain't up,
What's this?
another nervous tick, shxt! I hope I can learn to deal with this.
Head twinging I think I better lay back down
Again? I feel like I'm an ostrich against my head in the ground
Wake up from my unintended nap
Now i feel a little bit better but my headache is whipping my a$$
Now this isn't a normal day for most
Forgive me for being a poor host
But my brain, because of my condition can haunt me and torture me like an unwanted ghost.
You see, I suffer from a disease called epilepsy
I'm not whining about it I've learned to carry this burden,
but people always asking "what's it like" is tedious like butter churning.

A death in the family

There's been a death in the family
Another relative of mine occupying a grave
It hurt to watch your life come to a close
And it still hurts to this day

Grandma, although you departed during my infancy,
All the stories dad told me about you
Hold your memory forever close to me

And Grandad, your vinyl collection is
What inspired my constant musical nerdiness
I keep all that you taught myself and my dad about music near my heart, very close to the vest

Now ifyou're a fan of South park you may know where I'm going with this
Because out of over 700 million people in the country we narrowed it down to a ****** and a **** Sandwich
Now I get that we're all human and as such we can agree and disagree
Or not have an opinion on whatever we please
But I'll be a monkeys uncle, ah heck I'll be a knight before his opponent on bended knee
Before I warm up to either candidate genuinely
I think this is a sign that we should consider erasing the two party divide
Because with our current setup we leave a lot of people discombobulated and disenfranchised

So I guess we're stuck between a ****** and a **** Sandwich
Now who is who? That I'll let you decide on like being stuck between Harvard and Cambridge

It's rather late
For this kind of call isn't it?
Well I'm not one to look a Daft horse in the eye
So tell me, how wet is it?
Dripping you say?  You feel like it's about to burst from all the pressure?
Hold on for a little longer, I'll be over soon


Okay I'm Downstairs what's the status report?
It's sopping wet? Thank you for the free witty retort
I'm here, I've got my secret weapon in hand
I've got only one last question. ...

Where's the leak ma'am?

Oh how that woman looks so divine
we can honestly say she's aged like wine
how her lips would feel on mine
oh wondrous cougar so sleek and fine

I'd love to be that cougar's prey
oh how the thought would make my day
I'd be perfectly content being her toy
I'd always be a good little boy

I'm down for whatever is on the head
as long as we leave dents In the bed
oh how she looks so divine
that woman there who aged like wine

Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!

the voices of those men beside me
that died are bothering me constantly
they keep on screaming why didn't I save them
they'll keep haunting ME until I'm in my grave but

Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!

I keep hearing this odd ticking noise
but no one else seems to hear it
it's not a child playing with a toy
I can't put my finger near it

Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!

I keep downing pills to end the pain
I keep dodging bullets disguised as rain
I think I've finally snapped of course
thanks to secret agent Orange

Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!

Since I see a lot of posts about us
I'm gonna spell it out for those that doubt us
So a lot of people think that material things
Are equivalent to the joy that a person can bring

Oh so I'm supposed to have a car a house and two jobs,
But all you can offer me is nothing but a bad attitude and sporadically slobbing my
****.

So I'm supposed to have an entire kingdom at my disposal
But all you bring to the table is nothing but a wallet that's an empty oval

My point is people, is don't flatter yourself
If you can't meet your own standards, you better put finding love on the shelf

Politics is easily the world's greatest circus
The only difference is the popcorn is your own
And that isn't cotton candy being spun my friends watching at home

But I usually don't discuss politics in my poems
But this election cycle is really pushing me to weigh in
Can we really just present some common sense this election?

Now, one thing a lot of candidates seem to lack is empathy
It's pathetic because if you hold public office your decisions affect the majority, not just a sect you see

But who am I voting for?
Well that's my business not yours.
Although I will say if he does get elected
We may see change by the score

sorry I haven't written lately I haven't been my best
quite frankly I've got a lot on my chest
so allow me to air all of this out
I hate bottling up my problems and lashing out.

My laptops broken, and it's an expensive Fix
that doesn't sound like much but a lot of my creative works, poems stories and other things are trapped on it

My mom quit her job so now she's jobless,
she worked for attorneys she liked once but her co-workers gossiped and prodded into her life more than snitch in a mafia outfit

My sister and I haven't been speaking lately all because I made a simple mistake involving a baked pastry, I said I was sorry but she won't accept it
so until she's out of her petty thinking mindset all communications I'm rejecting

along with all this I haven't had much inspiration to run with I've been dry for awhile using throwaway concepts that really don't fit my style so I took a collaboration kick and then a break for awhile

That's what we are now,
A land of extremes
A place where it's all my way or no way at all
There's no attempts by anyone to work in concert,
No bridging the gap type thinking.
And that's what's sinking us
Into a hole we can't dig out of.
We refuse to see from another's perspective lest we "lose respect" for religious beliefs or some other command or directive

Don't you get it? There can't be a yin without a yang
There wouldn't be coke without Pepsi,
So the two sides must work in never ceasing concert
In order for us all to survive

Dear twin,
I know you've been going struggles from without and within
but we all go through pain
it's what balances the sun with the rain
Your an amazing person
you have so much to give the world
I'd hate to see you waste that potential on some ******* who didn't know how to treat a girl.
I'm not saying I'm better in fact i know I've done worse
but it breaks my heart to know it's you that's so horribly cursed
Your my twin and I'll stick by you to the end
You've gone through some **** before.
Now rise like the dark knight sis, your superhero story begins.

Well today was rather exciting
I was sick and my sinuses keep fighting
my medications of course
I keep coughing myself hoarse
Because yeah my lungs are inviting

So that's why stuff hasnt been great
although to some that may be up for debate
I'm my own harshest critic
but then who isn't
so I loathe my work at a very fast pace

but thinking in limerick is hard
like getting a log shoved up your ****
so I'm through with this post
I hope you get the most
laughter out of it you whimsical bard

All I've got

All I've got is a Sox Bear, my sketches and my guitars
I used to have dreams but those got repoed by the cops
I once was filled with childlike faith in other people
Now you can't trust half of who you see underneath a steeple

I used to be confident but then anxiety killed that, I'm trapped in a cage bullied by my own brain and that's a fact
Someone you see may have it all together but in reality it could be falling apart.
So always, always keep feelings of gratitude in thine heart

All I want in a girl
is someone who I can show off with a deep sense of pride
who accepts the pain I buried deep inside

All I want is someone that respects my space
with pretty eyes and a wonderful face
Someone who's kind and supporting, but knows when I'm wrong
Someone worth dedicating an entire song

All I want is someone who's classy but nasty
and isn't afraid to be sassy
All I want is someone who's funny and meek
I don't want cardboard cutout, give me unique
All I want is someone who I can be myself around
I don't have to put on a mask or bury my head into the ground

All I want is someone... who's just as crazy as me.
but where oh where can she be?

They say love makes us do some crazy things
I just wish our lives intertwined
That'd be amazing
I'm like a dog with no bone or a cat without nip
A joke with no punch line or a wet floor that can't slip

I can't help it I'm crazy about you
You saved my life so you know I'd never doubt you
But I physically pain when you're away
I ache And hurt, and masquerade like I'm okay
And let's not even talk about hormonal situations
I said you're my superwoman, but even I need saving
I get it, you have responsibilities and stuff to maintain
But me without you is simply insane
I can't stand to think of someone else holding your hand it eats me up inside and today I woke up with tears in my eyes...
disguised as laughter and jokes

I'm like a nicotine head trying to cover up that he smokes
Or Tommy Chong taking Vicadin when we all know he tokes
Or a crack addict with no pipe
a straw with no berry
You're the Apple of my eyes but they close day by day... And it's scary

I saw a sign that said,
I spent all my money on scotch, women and guitars. The rest  I just wasted
My life will probably be the same way
Except knowing my luck I'll **** around and have the strings misplaced

Men never really grow up our toys just get more expensive
As a guy I can attest to this
I went from being content with action figures Legos and my N64
To guitars cars and rollerblading on the Riverwalk under the bridges

It's funny how that happens
How materialism changes how we see the world
But pursuing all the finer things
Wanting champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Makes you forget the madness that truly comprises the earth

Am I good enough?
I'm no longer certain
I think I'm becoming a beast of burden

Am I rough enough
Am I tough enough
I'm too blind to see
I know I have feelings but I can barely stand
The weight of them upon my shoulders
and bring broken... again and again

Am I likable... loveable even?
I keep asking myself this
All of my relationships keep turning into something onto which a camel wouldn't spit

Am I worth it?
Am I hurting?
Am I breaking?

I swear I've been asking myself this all day...

Am I okay? No, but I'm going to say so anyway
Why?
Because I hate feeling weak, it's insufferable to my pride
So any major change or disappointment
I usually hide the emotions
And take the pain in stride


Am i okay?  No.
And I hate all the attention around me when sonething is wrong
I don't like people's spotlights on me
When I'm down for too long
If at all, I prefer to do my suffering in the dark

Because that's what really suits my often disappointed heart

I can see those wings
how playfully they hide
as the feathers fall gingerly down
coming to rest at your side

You tried to hide your halo
flipped it out of sight
but your eyes gave away a pureness
a never ceasing, beautiful light

although you may be bound to this earth
cold concrete and cruel
you my dear truly are an angel
a blessing through and through

There when I needed you
I'd give anything to be with you
I'm crazy about you
even though you're so far away with you my black heart stays

years and distance separate us
we grew stronger without insane lust
but a love so strong it could bench press time
Pull off Chuck Norris's beard and crush a grapevine

can I help it if you're amazing
intervention is what I need
I'm addicted to you, like a kid with a stick or a dragon that's grazing on sheep
you're so unique even though you say
that you're ordinary or everyday
well I disagree you mean a lot to me

And I think you were brought here on angels wings

It's exhausting feigning happiness
More energy efficient to show apathy
Especially in my case when you can end an otherwise normal birthday feeling crappily
I appreciate all the love and good wishes
And my friends that post jokes that leave me in stitches
But all the laughter, fond reminiscing and talking merrily
Can't do much to stop myself from looking inside and seeing nothing there, and feeling empty
All the drinks in the world can't cure this longing for something or someone
To kick-start my heart like motley crue, and help me find purpose under the sun

It was another one of those nights
I came home, I missed you. i was lonely
I got In and you weren't home
Geez I'm Oh so *****

I made dinner and walked into the room
I dropped down on the bed
I looked over and read a note
nestled sweetly beside my head

I opened it up
and this is what it said
"Hey lover, I'm hiding from you
come find me use your head ;)"

Task in mind
I took off my shoes
Your little game driving out
all of my blues.

I tried the garage, not a sign of you to be found
I tried the kitchen and attic.
nope your still not around,

I searched in the bathrooms and found a clue
it was another note
"You're getting warmer lover, I'm closer than you think was what she wrote

Intrigued, I went to the room my journey began in,
I walked to the bedroom door and you said
"Come in"

I opened the door slowly n poked my head inside
I saw you wearing that lingerie we picked out
I grew hard at the sight

Calling me over
with those soft blue eyes
you already knew you had me mesmerized.

As you pulled on my necktie I heard you say
I know you had it rough, I'm gonna **** you all better today ;)

Anybody else hate assumptions
like you really come off as presumptuous
Its really very scrumptious the tea that I drink
when someone who knows nothing about something tries to speak what they think

Now, if you have an opinion on a topic, that's perfectly fine
If we disagree respectfully that's great, but that's not Who I'm discussing this time
I'm discussing people who don't know anything then flex like they have a functioning mind

you know the type Right? those people who have larger than life mouths?
but when it comes to stating facts they look like they've voided their bowels
it's like you could jump on Google and search it out, connect the consonants and vowels,
and look up the facts and form an opinion, instead of running off at the mouth.

Like I said, I'm okay if your opinion or situation differs from mine,
but I'm speaking on those that jump into a debate completely blind
next time, jump on the net and do a good old fashioned fact find.
then say something once you form an opinion on your "mind"

My heart is an apocalypse
Empty
Dead and strange
Occasional signs of life
Constantly in strife
Fighting for survival in conditions so bitter
Although living in these conditions does create a kind of grit only found in wool sweaters

And to be honest I wish It was getting better
But it's not to be frank
My future seems to be like a sarcophagus, dark and dank
I wish I could find it in myself to love as much as stone cold Steve Austin drank

But My heart is an apocalypse
I can taste the tears on my lips
As you walk away
I can't see any reason that you would stay

I've found my personal paradise
Where the water is so clear it hurts my eyes
And Good and bad can go totally undisguised
I can see the sunshine raining into my underwater home
And the rain breaching the waves
It's so oddly peaceful watching the droplets collapse and cry into the sea

Aquas, dear aquas, I'm so glad you were revealed to me.
The lack of oxygen could suffocate an ordinary mortal
But you gave me the strength to persevere
To live in n the water I hold so dear

Are you sleeping
Or are you dreaming
Because to me there is a distinction
Between to similar states of being

Simply sleeping will produce no wonder
No creativity or interest for the poet to plunder
But dreaming, dreaming is a powerful state
In which the human mind can do the most amazing thing, create

So are you sleeping, or are you dreaming?
Don't search too hard for an answer
If you're dreaming, capture those elusive thoughts
They move quicker than the tiniest dancer

I'm in an inquisitive mood so I want to ask you does it matter that my skin tone is somewhat darker than you?
Does it matter that I'm neither Skinnier or fatter that I don't have kool aid and malt liquor taking up space in my bladder?
that I'm reading Akira, a manga, a very good one at that, does it seem odd to you, that I do these things, yet I'm black?

Does it make me less of a black man, no scratch that does it make me less of a human
that I'm proud of my roots but hate what people can do? That I honestly see in the world behind my eyes
that a guy with a beard and turban can fly these friendly skies unchallenged or is that just a hallucination brought on by too much purple drank and watermelon
Does it matter that I don't intend on being a felon or having a record
that I sometimes think the world's on a chessboard while I'm stuck with checkers

Is it too much to ask
that one day harmony happens with an ear splitting blast
that my skin tone or ring tone won't matter in the greater scheme of things...
that maybe the fact that my name isn't to blame for what others do in slew of what's really happening.. what do you think?

I can't kick this slump
For as much positivity and thoughtfulness mixed with a little bit of sexiness
I can't seem to get away from my own rattled restlessness and seemingly seasonal breaks of unexplained sadness,
It's driving me to madness as i get agitated at my own slightest imperfection and even guitar playing is starting to lose its infectous nature,
but i sit in between 19-2000 nurtured not to hate you see,
But what happens when you can't stand what looks back at you in the mirror on some days?
Do i just remain in this daze or slowly but surely probe myself out of this maze?

If i could sing,
I'd exhaust my lungs
To sing you a song that would heal
All the wounds left by that someone
Who didn't know what they had until it was gone
I'd do all i could to repair your fragile heart, bruised and battered by the cold winds of life
I'd strum a melody that brought your mind back together into a place only consisting of peace
Where happiness and wonders never ceased.
Because a song of healing, is something that we all need to hear.

A symbol of love
Of expression and individuality has passed on today
The purple one has gone on
to that heavenly Astral plane.
So many memories, that so many around the world
Have created including myself to his music, all I can say now is the greatest of thanks

Prince taught me that being different is sometimes what's best for the soul
That music can be blended within and without to break down the walls of culture and the barriers of hatred, brick by brick, hole by hole.

So thank you so much prince, for all that you've given the world.
You're an angel now, jamming with all of the lost ones up above.

a subtle tease
soft red lips
a confident strut
the swaying of hips
an hourglass shape
control she takes
of a crowd but she only chooses one
has every man excited
like the firing of a gun
a husky voice
whispering, tantalizing the ear
the mind wanders in lust
anticipating more to come
the heat in the moment beginning to sear