Hello
Hi
I know
It’s me again
Sans the smoke and mirrors
Away from spaces in my head
And again and head don’t rhyme
But I didn’t need to say that
My self analyzing ways
Were in a haze
But made their way back
And I’d be impressed with myself
If there was some sense of pride in me
For each time
I grab said prize
It forces insides outside of me
And rhyming me with me?
Come on, man, that was simply lazy
Hazy
Crazy
Amazing
Maybe
No, you’ve got it, baby
Use it to the maximum
Forget minimally
But what if
Amidst these rhyming riffs
They see the real me
Do they see the real me?
There’s not a chance
It’s blasphemy
Because my armor, then would be
A holy one... almost gaping
People often ask me what my poetry’s about
They point like
“Oh?”
And I’m like
“No”
And they just question
As words pour out
And they move and they burn
And they twist
And I’ve learned
Not matter which way they’re turned
They’re about things that don’t last
They’re about loves torn asunder
About fires, rain, and thunder
Like that song
By Stevie Wonder
They’re the “Joy Inside My Tears”
And they lower and boost my fears
With all of their rusted gears
So I feel movement
A shift I hear
And yet I find it just still
Here
Hello
Hi
I know
It’s me again
This same ******* rut
That undercuts
These roots from sinking in
And the smoke and mirrors
The music
The light show they all go dim
I throw them to the floor
And the mirrors
Show me him
And he is me
But who am I
And...
...I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to shout
The truth is I’m not sure who my poems are about
They always hold some part of me
Hoping, despairing, living, dying
Some are etched
In stone-thrown rage
And some just leave me crying
Potential wins and consistent loss
They’re what fill my pen
Some acknowledgement to
A God who is always good
But a world that’s not my friend
And the struggle of my color
And the ripping of my heart
And the feebleness
Of my intellect
As I play this brief part
As I suffer
As I benefit
As I laugh
As I bleed
As I say hi
Hello
It’s me again
Just me