You ask me,
how can you be happy and sad?
Or Joyful and mad?
All at the same time
It’s pretty easy, I say,
Easy as seeing my parents
In the screen everyday
for my city I fled
and I don't get to hug them
But they're fine, you see
and that makes me happy
and my friends live their lives
as well as I live mine
and their news make me smile
make me joyful and then perhaps mad
for I wish I could be there
and I know that can't happen
So, yeah perhaps I'm mad
cause I have no future in my land
but I'm happy where I am
and the contradiction starts
So, I'll make peace with my mind
let my feelings aside
I'll be thankfull for what I got
and shut everything aside
the want to destroy but the need to create
the need to grieve yet the want to celebrate
to build a temple not to worship
but mock a god
to raise a building only to watch it fall
the desire to say no but you can't seem to refuse
the want to love but hatred is all you use
to be angry and scream
but you can't help but smile
the need to live in reality
but be stuck in a lie.
Loneliness is something I'm attracted to.
Loneliness is something I'm terribly afraid of.
My definition of loneliness.
I am a person of contradiction.
I love and hate. I open and close. I move and halt. I laugh and cry. Both at the same time.
I am the epitome of utter imperfection.
I happy and not happy about it.
There is duality in everything that I do — dark and light. It's never black or white. It's never gray. It's both at the same time.
I am a tangled mess of wired emotions,
That flow on out from, haywire.
Ill-conceived, hapless use of my tentacles,
Connecting and disconnecting all the while.
Incorrigible, orchestrated rythm I follow,
Guilty as charged of culpable suicide.
Limited edition amongst an otherwise limitless species,
Slowly marching towards a spiritual demise.
Austere with my principles, I am
An embodiment of selfless grace.
Happy to readily disagree, I am
Also the pleasant sunshine in your face.
Punity dissolved upon your manners,
You won't find me dictating terms,
Yet the tangled mess of wires afront me,
Is untangled at a surly pace _
Unravelling lines to withdraw my mind,
Impromptu creation awaits.
The mess inside has been aligned,
I arrive at clarity's gates.
Fear is yet a concept
For fear can only
there's a cold feeling
on my skin
in all the places
your touch once
left burning marks
of heating desire
i don't know it's a show
i'm a **** and a macho
most liquid form of a nacho
and if you don't read that poem
it blackstreetly remains poem
no articles necessary
look: my curses vary ms. berry
ain't no curses necessary
but my necessities vary:
peeing loving being feeling
i'm a breed of dog and buddy
when you see me on the street; ermh
i can't beat the street it's nothing
indifference is requirement
i get never tired man
writing these poems:
20 a day
140 a week
come over stay and read
i just stopped to feed
but it's cool dial
this stuff ain't fun
cause it's just a pun
this stuff ain't a pun
it's like purple in a raindrop
my first name is mainshock
last name will be morlock
have a good one baby
say hello to tizzop