Two men, one poem
Two men, one poem.

This day, on this site.
Two men wrote to me.
One called me brother.
The other, an arrogant *****,
Called me little.

One shared his life,
With humility and gratitude,
That I lost it. Wept. Baby like.
Honored me with trust.
Swapped spit stories
That bled into my brain,
And a tattoo appeared on my
Writing arm, one word,
Humility.

One boasted of his beans.
His bean counting reads.
Analyzed his trends,
Predicting by Christmas (!),
He would have this many.

His **** poems he informed,
Would be published.
What need did he have
For punk-u-ation,
His rants, his **** stream of words.
Better than mine,
Just cause his stuff I said,
Not my cup of tea.

What a crazy place this place.
Holy and *******, sided.
Humble humble, always humble.

He invoked, this arrogant one,
God's name.
Not knowing I talk to Him.

So I rang Him up and said,
How did a little peenus-genius
Find his way onto this
Holy Place, HP, of kindness.

He smiled in brevity.
Did I not create both,
Angels and devils?

I love God's brevity.
His commas, his question marks,
His pointed punctuation.

I love that He could create
A man whose sight of
Me, unseen, but found capacity
To love me in ways
Undreamed.

Because I peered in to the man's reveal,
Saw quality, value,
Saw humility.

So of arrogance, I said,
I would write.
But it is of humility
I will sing,
Of loving human kindness extraordinaire.

Of weeping endless.
At the joy afforded me
To read so many lovely poems,
Here.

If my poems never see the
Imprimatur of a publishing house,
It matters not,
For I have seen a human being
Weep real tears reading mine.

I have shed rivers of my own
Upon discovering yours.

Humble, humble.

If it is glory you seek,
You will find it,
All alone. Mastur-bating.

Me, I live here, in the midst of a
Good Company.

Tonight I want to speak until my voice does not exist
a word is only worth the breath a speaker gives to it
absorbed into a tongue where comprehension has a name
Where everyone is part of what makes all of us the same
and you can dot the eyes to keep the pressure in your head
The movement of the earth around the sun above your bed
But in the windy cities there is nothing you can do
To open up your lungs enough to permeate the truth
My teeth are falling out but I can mumble what I mean
The syllables enough to take this matter to extremes

Love those accouterments, my eyes catch, even if hidden,
though I don't particularly pry for them in any one, such ambiguity
helps to see world as a place, cryptic messages get transacted,
some are very open even, though no one seems to notice,
like this women I go out with, a free spirit, not the type
who keeps few secrets stashed away in a dark corner of an attic.

Enormous wings she has, I was fascinated by their lasciviousness
how light she would feel, when she soars up viewing the scene
from above, blessed she is , an envied celestial being
she would be in all other's eyes."Ever fancied flying on
your own wings?"  I ask her, in a tone so matter of fact
not revealing I know her secret, as if  just to know her feeling
as a flier.But her words make me think how strange this world is!
Just imagine this, she was never aware of her wings! How strange?

Pure white, delicate, befitting to her petite figure, soft yet sturdy,
her wings weren't a reality, how can it be, when I myself am a witness
the wings never came to her notice, so they cannot exist, she argued.

Her wings were thin, white, silver petals, that shines during dawn and dusk
at a midnight moment she levitates, we fall deep in a pit of velvety clouds
but by some quirkiness of reality, quantum physics may explain perhaps,
it isn't there, her wings,though for the purpose of mathematical calculations
it is counted as a reality; in my imagination, she makes me fly with her.

I will never soul my soul to you again  
I fell straight into your web
I barely struggled then
As I waited for your bite
You were a lion waiting in the den
On a rainy night
And I was hopeless as an unsuspecting insect
That flies straight into the light

You used to tempt me every time
With your charming, whispered lies  

You offered me the clothes off of your back
And I thought I’d got away
I thought I had been whisked away by night
Standing blindfolded in the day

And I thought this was the ending
This was only the beginning

And you were the only thing I needed
The deceit unhidden in your awful grin
Suddenly everything was tainted
Even the good things felt like poison

I was taken by the current of sorrow
So I floated away with all the rest
I surrendered without a second thought
Or an objection on my lips
I had no words left to say
Caught up listening to sirens
I had no idea this whole time
You were washing my hope of life away
Standing proudly right beside them
I had no words left to say
I knew I had already began sinking
Because my lungs were filled for days

I still brought you in
And carried all your weight
Too far gone to be salvaged
To dead on the inside to be saved
Because then I’d believe whatever you wanted me to any way
You are the most miserable person I’ve ever known
And they’d say, “don’t talk to yourself that way”

Until one split second
I had finally had enough
I fought back and I finally stood up

Where have I been!?
My heart’s shot dead
This whole time
I was waiting for you to save me
With my back turned
The bullet burned a bullet hole inside me
And from that moment, you knew I was deceived
Because you were the one who shot the gun
And told the ambulance to leave

Until one split second
This was all too much
I fought back for myself
and I finally stood up
And I ripped you straight out of my skin
Because this was finally the end of us
And I watched you writhing on the floor in pain without me
Like some sick, disgusting succubus

And I know you still watch me crawl into bed at night
Keeping an ever watchful eye
Because without my power
You never had a life

And I will NEVER feed you like I used to
Never again will you hurt her
To hell -you sickening depression
To hell - you daily, slow death ******

the    other       day
                 she     asked     me
         what           is                the               cure
                                       i            simply    smiled
                               and      turned    away
      because   i    didn't                  know    how                to    tel­l             her
    that
                                               i
                                               don't
                                               know