Think I'm strange? Why do you ponder?
My wit's so quick it leaves behind thunder
It got me arrested the other day
They said 'sir, please put that knife away'
But it was sharp enough to slice right by
Subtle enough to slip and hide
Imagery so visual there's spotlight and stage
Bow to the audience and present the Word Play

Abstract, deep, or maybe pretentious
If that's weak then save me sweetness
Or just be bitter all the time
I think we need more flavors in our lives
But some phrases are too sour
Some spicy hot
Combine them in a daily diet
Eat up the lot

Synesthesia hides in these words
Taste the color of what you just heard
Compare the senses that I stirred
As each sentence takes the third
Stanza

Oh Santa what have you got this time?
Were you there to spare a fair
But lazily placed rhyme?

Yeah right twas the night
Before crisscross applesauce
When all through my head
Concepts, points, tangential joints
Changed all of the topics instead

Now say 'bye'
To your mind's eye
As it all becomes so real
And paint a picture
So dreamlike
As it all becomes surreal

How do you feel? Not with your heart
Now let's leave that enclosed
I refer to the hands. Understand?
Palms tapping and exposed

Oh no. Here you go:
A pun and paradox
How do I land my desert boat
By these dark white pair of docks?

"No. Look see, *****,
It's an oxymoron"
Well isn't that just great
Zip the chit chat
Have a Kit-Kat
While I take a...

No wait! Don't break copyright infringement
Clichéd rhymes should have signed I'm going off the hinges
Some were so slant that even Emily Dickinson
Would refuse to go and ski on them and she'd rather stay hidden

Was that reference too obscure or was that understood too fast?
Now that I asked that question I look like an ***

I'd break the ice but I can't skate
I'd break the glass but it'll lacerate
I'd break the tension but at this rate
I'd break my spirits when it's too late
Too late for what? Explain you say
Okay:
No.
Poems can be made to be vague
Flow so sick it causes a plague

Well let's just say my home anyway
Runs off a never ending source from me each day
The energy:
Power
Of Wordplay

There was a time
Not so long ago
I held my head a little higher
I felt more inspired
The little things never brought me down
nothing would nock me to the ground
My mind was on my spirit
I was finding my self, I could feel it
I was connected, in tune, in harmony

Now I'm out of touch
Isolated from my self
From my spirit
My mind tortures my body
Im losing control
Anger surges inside me
Hatred for my self
Resentment of those around me
Distain of passers by

Something destructed
the alteration from last year to this
is killing me
most would say
“I got my life
on the right track”
but its not the right track for me

my nights of running through forests and bogs
from security guards and cops
and stumbling into my room late at night
not know how  I got home
have faded away
the animus of the party
replaced by a nothingness
by a drull, by routine
like a drought
my life is drained
of excitement and adventure.

She sought my forgiveness
but I denied her
the one who I loved
had hurt me so much

She was the cause
reason for my discontent
for the metastasis
of the animosity
that was a tumor inside my being
malignant and growing

Love and hatred
dissolved in each other
so when she told me she was sorry
that she loved me
that she wanted me back
I couldn’t accept her
I wanted to punish her
for her to feel the pain and illness
inside me which I held her responsible for

But time goes on
my hatred faded
my love stayed intact
I came to find
I had only punished myself
hurt myself further
each time I time I pushed her away
I dug my pit deeper

Now I stand at the bottom
of my expansive crevasse
staring up at the love I once knew
and could still have
if I had only forgiven her when she first asked

traveling on my own no longer have a home
got nothing to my name but a ticket for the train
I see you sitting  there all alone
buming for change
upon on a milk crate throne
I want no money
want no fame
all I wanna do is to be with you.

come on lets go
we can postpone the future
so we can have ourselves a grand adventure
just you and me we can travel the world
before every bit of it gets ******* sold
if we get lost we can find our selves
lets live a bit slower so we never grow older


you say you rather be all alone
you think you're better off on your own
give me a chance, I’ll prove you wrong
the trains gonna leave
believe in me I'll believe in you
just come with me you’ll have no regret
and the rough past I promise you’ll forget

He sat in his room every night
Waiting for his parents to stop
Yelling
Crying
Fighting

He waited
Until the day his father left
Before coming downstairs
And everything was gone
Except for his mother
Sitting on the kitchen tiles
Makeup running
Red marks on her arms
On her face
On her legs

He ran
As far as he could
He thought
About everything he had
Everything he had lost

He stepped up to the ledge
He looked down
He smiled
Finally happy
He would be free
He took a step forward
Nothing left