For Joshua Haines
Thanks for the invite kid,
but I am bulky enough
and don't need your weight
to carry
**** good writer
you are,
not a concede,
not an aiming to please,
"just the facts, ma'am"
not even twenty one
commander of the ship from
a mooring slipped,
a poetic trip well-begun
but
Follow for Follow?
no babe,
passing dude,
passed that point
of no purposed-return,
trading points and
placing my self worth
on a scale of followers,
or ranted counts of page views
I may read you
cause write quite nicely,
but I don't inflate
nobody's ego,
for their own fake sake
counting false gods
got my people forty years
of desert wandering,
after 400 years of penal servitude,
so I have done my hard time,
for that exact crime
Whew!
That felt good!
you must of got me confused
with another whew
I was young once
till very recently,
even tho I am
four decades plus
you senior
so here is my story,
don't swap spit or follows,
or likes for show,
those who have my heart,
have my words freely
my audience is the sun,
my numerology glorious,
the blades of green beneath
my rabbits happy bunny dancing,
for every verse pleasured
those I count on,
ask not,
for they like me for the who in my poetry,
knowing fullness and well,
mine is theirs,
no need to trade favors
I will read your words,
but not for you,
but for them,
the best part
of the best of you
Let us together,
think about that...
and if ever there were a blade upon to fall,
this notion is both sharp,
and the map to freedom
good luck to us both...
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
For Joshua Haines
Thanks for the invite kid,
but I am bulky enough
and don't need your weight
to carry
**** good writer
you are,
not a concede,
not an aiming to please,
"just the facts, ma'am"
not even twenty one
commander of the ship from
a mooring slipped,
a poetic trip well-begun
but
Follow for Follow?
no babe,
passing dude,
passed that point
of no purposed-return,
trading points and
placing my self worth
on a scale of followers,
or ranted counts of page views
I may read you
cause write quite nicely,
but I don't inflate
nobody's ego,
for their own fake sake
counting false gods
got my people forty years
of desert wandering,
after 400 years of penal servitude,
so I have done my hard time,
for that exact crime
Whew!
That felt good!
you must of got me confused
with another whew
I was young once
till very recently,
even tho I am
four decades plus
you senior
so here is my story,
don't swap spit or follows,
or likes for show,
those who have my heart,
have my words freely
my audience is the sun,
my numerology glorious,
the blades of green beneath
my rabbits happy bunny dancing,
for every verse pleasured
those I count on,
ask not,
for they like me for the who in my poetry,
knowing fullness and well,
mine is theirs,
no need to trade favors
I will read your words,
but not for you,
but for them,
the best part
of the best of you
Let us together,
think about that...
and if ever there were a blade upon to fall,
this notion is both sharp,
and the map to freedom
good luck to us both...
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