Woop As the siren blares/

Scared nervous/
I hear a loud pull over!/

Its the Grammar Police/
awwww snap
They want to see my diploma/

I keep my hand on the pen
Like I don't even notice/

In my window of opportunity
Asking/

Son Do you know why I pulled you over?/
Cause I'm in the office
sir writing these poems?/

I take full responsibility
I don't got no diploma
I just got this GED/

He said that's not good enough
Put down the pen son
Your coming with me/

Now there's Turmoil thru the streets
drama around every corner/

There should be no commas
Period I question marked your honor/

Butchering with clevers
run on sentences for ever/

The alphabet guys set up
Planted evidence missing letters/

Sworn I had it down to a T
The I before E
how does that go?/

Well don't look now
I done broke another law/

How ever this may trouble you
I keep my vowels sometimes Y & W/

Somethings not write I'm reeling feeling uncomfortable/

Is it me?
Well don't you see/
A fused two V's?/

That's my story
I'm sticking to it
my testimony/

Yet we speak it double U/
confused by another rule/

They label me an outlaw
In the middle of the court room/

A mystery/ A victim being pursued/ by the Grammar police/

The jury siding with the prosecution
I may never be released/

Its Invictus/
The defense rest
Now they have an eye-witness/

With an eye on who did this/

There,     their,      they're,      hair,     heir      and..... here/

The Ironies in the rule book/
similar sounding confused look/

If i where to spoke this and not
wrote this you would have not notice/

No no Input
was it done on purpose?/
For a purpose?/

One things for certain/

If l lay dying dead in the street
It's cause you took shots at me

Just remember I wasn't perfect/

But you are the grammar police
Just doing your job I know working/

Brake-clutch-shift
Glance at the clock
It must be about... half-past-an *******
as I sit in traffic, idling, wondering

Glance at the clock
Could this be hell?
98 degrees, sure humid enough
and will this guy ever signal a turn
or find the gas pedal?!
No, of course not
His job in damnation is to torture
the sucker stuck behind--

--his cardiac appointment
his destiny at the grocery store
Half hour early
just to wait in line
to pick up prescriptions
to punch the clock at The Pearly Gates

He's out and about in his Ford Taurus
ridin' the brakes
touring the streets in sunglasses with blinders

“No Effn' blinker, Pops!?”

Twenty miles per hour
just inside the lines of

Turning me into the animal I am
in the depths

My heart shouldn’t have profusely bled
I saw her face only once
a moment’s crossing in a moment paid
not meant for a second chance!

The fire shouldn’t have leapt in me
she was a doomed emotion
trying to live in my penned poetry
meant to be only a notion!

My mind shouldn’t have imprisoned her
caged her from one mere glance
lived the phantom of an absurd affair
spilled ink in a mad trance!

I shouldn’t have sought her anymore
searched in the wild her trace
she couldn’t be my paramour
I saw from the crowd her face!

start
at the
beginning
just to
follow
you to
the
end
over
  and
over
  and
over
  again.

When
I remember myself
As a young girl

There was no devilish
Smile hidden in a
Hair twirl

I didn't make my
Face blank
Hiding
Letting others
Use it as a
Clean slate

I didn't endlessly
Rebuild
Myself a wall
That was flawed
To continually fall

I didn't close
My eyes
In hopes
Reality would
Freeze if I
Didnt
Try

So

I think its fair
To not claim these
Darknesses
As things
That were always
Lurking in my heart

But instead
A habit
Of self induced
Temptation
The most innocent
Protection
Rip yourself apart
Nobody will want
To taste if you're
****


I was free
And now
I want to
Be

Today is one of those dayz
Where I don't feel like talking.
My head is down.
I'm dragging my feet while I'm walking.
They talk to me and all I hear is blah blah blah
****** gawkin like Charlie's parents on the phone.
Today my mind's gear box is stuck in overdrive.
And I just want to be left alone.
Blunts and alcohol to the dome
Rarely help me figure out what's going on.
I just need my thoughts to rise to the surface like foam.
I just want to go home and sift through my issues like a comb.
To rid myself of the thoughts that has never left me alone.

Today is one of those days
Where I don't want to think.
I thought about having a drink
but that will only lead me to bottom of a bottle.
Where my soul becomes pruned and I began to sink.
You see, the way my mind works
I travel to and from my past to decipher my future.
I can't quite say it works because my choices have always lead me being hurt.
Somewhere in my journeys I've lost a part of me. Forever buried in the dirt.
What I see on my quests
is that the music never left.
Always and forever
it compliments the beat up in my chest.
Like a drink with my cigarette
It has made life far from intricate.

A lot of my time goes toward thinking what have I lost and what I need to insert into my troubled mind but today I don't want to think. It hurts too much.
Today, is just one of those dayz.