**** and shred the beast
Please, do not feed from it's meat
Death would be relief

The Blues of Langston Hughes

I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing it smooth to revive his muse

I sing it cool! I sing it loud!
I sing it jazzy! I sing it proud!

Who am I to sing it?
...I’ve got my nerve
I just can’t keep quiet,
And have my Dream Deferred

I guarantee you’ll dance
To my grand vibrato
The music will stick in your head
Until you dig my Motto

I can sing it tame
But I'd rather sing it wild
Either way it's brilliant
The lullaby of a Genius Child

I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
The tune is old, but it still reigns true

I sing it sweet
With the beat of the streets
I’m singing so good,
I got you tapping your feet

A song of truth
A song for any era
A harmony against hate
I too, sing America!

I can sing it tame
But I'd rather sing it wild
Either way it's brilliant
The lullaby of a Genius Child

A Jukebox Love Song
To set the ambiance
From ancient rivers
To the Harlem Renaissance

I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes!
All of the poets -who know it…
Should sing it too!

The Forgotten Poem

(Poem by Serenus)



The forgotten poem

That I dreamed of

All last night…

Those beautifully brilliant

Unwritten words

That I’ll be chasing after

For the rest of my life…

The Heartbreak Hotel

(Poem by Serenus)


…Where you check-in

Whole-Hearted

But you don’t check-out

In the condition you started



It’s simply heaven

When you walk through the lobby doors

But hell becomes apparent

When reaching the highest floors



Where a bride and groom

Enters a beautifully decorated room

Flooded in misery

Dripping in gloom



They floated in on a cloud

But the rain came

And they separated

So not to drown



Empty King-Sized bed

With tear- stained pillows

Blind to the outside world

No light, no widows



Countless visitors come

But their story is the same

Hopelessly in love, then…

Earth shattering pain



You are guaranteed

Not to enjoy your stay

Because the love of your life

Will surely go away



Where a deliciously decadent

Love goes stale

Dreams go to die

And faith goes to fail



Remember.. No refunds

This is the final sale

No pets allowed...


Welcome to The Heartbreak Hotel

The Moon's Gloom

(Poem by Serenus)



The Sun

Big and bold

Is the king of the skies

No one can outshine him

And they all know better

Than to try



The moon

Hopes to one day bloom

And shine just as bright

But his shyness keeps him in the dark

So he only appears at night



Mars flirts with the stars

Earth is bursting with life

Venus flaunts her beauty

Eclipsing the moon as they all pass by



But he never gives up

He always shows up

And gleams with grace

In the intricate dance of the Milky Way

He always keeps his place



Powerfully commanding oceans to behave

He can stir up a serene sea

He is a guiding light in the darkest nights

And some say, he can sway human beings



Comforting is his quietness

Brilliant in his glow

Radiant in his wholeness

It’s a shame he doesn’t know…

I can see your past

I can show you your future

But after I’m done

You may need spiritual sutures



If good fortune is your goal

I must tell you, it will take a toll

Causing irreparable damage

To your mind and soul



The dead cause chaos in my head

But their power keeps me calm

I will know every intimate detail

With just one touch of your palm



There are a few steps

That you must take

To connect with the spirit realm

To alter your fate



I see you as 6’5ft tall

In my crystal ball

And the body of a Greek god



I can erase all of your flaws

I’ll just need a newborn’s skull

My cards favor your odds



Pick any woman

You can have them all

I’ll just need your signature

In blood…that’s all



I can make you rich and famous

Or whip up a love spell

But you must offer a sacrifice

To crack open the doors of hell



Don’t play dumb

You can’t possibly be stunned

Where do you think these

Abundant blessings come from?



The power I’ve held

And the tales that I tell

Are very real… not allegorical



Certain acts may be required

To acquire this kind of power…

That some may find deplorable



These are demented acts of brutality

And I’ve done the most horrible…

The mentality and morals

Of an obscene oracle



You can’t be a coward

If you seek this kind of power

I’m addicted to it

So if you’re standing in my way

You will be devoured



The spirits are whispering

They say that you’re unworthy

That you don’t trust me

…Like I’m undeserving!?



Hmmm…You've hurt me

Guess I’ve said too much

But I’ll show you mercy

A curse…a small verse

So you will forever serve me…

The World Will Not Be Pleased

(Poem by Serenus)



I can’t please everybody

That’s the bottom line

I tried to fit their mold for me

And I failed every time



I made myself the “nice guy”

Reliable…Mr. Dependable

Now I realize- to most of them

I was just expendable



Disposable, unnoticeable

Until they needed something from me

I was so approachable

Now I’m uncontrollable

Because they can’t get what they need


A change was bound to come

And it was very clear to see

Let me reintroduce myself

This is the brand new me…


Oh you don't like it?

You know that you are

Free too leave...

because no matter what i do


…The world will not be pleased



I can’t make everyone happy

And yes I’m done with trying

I realize it will be the death of me

If I continue complying



Ask me to jump

And I’ll never again say “how high?”

Id share with you my water

In the heat of a desert

But you would just drain me dry



Love me for who I am

I refuse to beg and plead

Id rather die standing up

Than live forever on my knees



I love the word “No”

I can now say it with such ease

Something so simple

Has absolutely set me free…


I could care less

If you don't like me

Your hate will not be appeased

because no matter how

"Perfect" i try to be


…The world will not be pleased

They call me gifted

I got it down to an exact science

You can call me scientific

Poetry personified

Powerfully prolific

Rhythmic

So addicting you’ve become dependent

You’re so lost in me

You have no choice

But to defend it

I’ve turned you into a believer

When you were just a cynic

You’re sick

I’ve infected you

Sending you to the clinic

Untreatable

Wide reachable

My mind is an epidemic

A disease that destroys

The things that you

Were taught to mimic

And shows you

That the world around you

Is a cleverly designed gimmick

They call me prophetic

I say no

I’m just not afraid to

Point out the pathetic

Power hungry people

Whose sincerity is synthetic

The futures in their hands

And you’re content to let it?

Some call it rhetoric

I call them irrelevant

Speaking out of the side

Of their necks

Hand held out for paychecks

Employed by evil-Ignoring the Hell of it



They call me gifted

But they can have the same gift

If they open their minds

Don’t disregard the signs

Refuse to stand stiff

Then watch the world shift

WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
SOMETIMES I THINK GOD CREATED ME ON A DARE
BREAKING THE MOLD BY THROWING IT IN THE AIR
STOMPING ON IT WITH HIS SANDAL AS IF HE DIDN’T CARE
PICKING OFF BITS, FEEDING IT TO DEMONS AND HELL HOUNDS
OH! HE’S JUST GETTING STARTED
SO HE CANT STOP NOW
FEATURES BEGIN TO FORM
EYES
MOUTH
NOSE…
ARMS
LEGS
TOES…
THEN INTO THE OVEN I GO
WITH THE FLAMES AND HOT COALS
THE ABUSE LEFT BRUISES
THAT BEGINS TO MEND
SHADES OF BLUE AND BLACK
HEAL INTO THICK SKIN
LETTING NOTHING AND NO ONE PEIRCE THE SOUL WITHIN…
NOT WORDS, NOT HATE, NOR ANGER
TO TEST GODS WORK IS TO PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER
FOR THIS ARMOR WITHSTANDS THE POWER OF ANY MAN…
BUT LET ME ASK AGAIN…
WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
IN A STRANGE WAY -MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE HE DOES CARE…

Lately

I think my muse

Is amused by me

I’m confused

Is she tired of being

Misused by me?



Writing only what glorifies my skill

Skipping the substance

And removing what’s real



She whispers

“Write something

So someone can be healed”

But instead I pander

With topics that have

A popular appeal



Sick of the fake

She escapes

Without notice

Just slipping away

Without a trace



Ignoring my invitation

To meet in my imagination

So I may sneak a kiss

Of her sweet inspiration



I know that

She won’t forever say no

Eventually she will come back

And the creativity will again flow

So

That’s why I’ve opened up

Every window

To my soul



I’ve opened the door

To my mind

Hoping that she knocks

But guess who is standing there

…I’m not shocked…

It’s my old familiar foe

Writer’s Block