Concrete blood
Slogs through my
Asphalt body

Silent horror films
Cycle, ad infinitum, through my
Frenzied mind

My comprehension
Entangles truth
With authentic illusions

My hypothesis
Roars to life
In the eyes of strangers

Their expression
Or lack thereof
Contains damning evidence

Simple tasks
Once without challenge
Monopolize my agenda

My adversary
Transformed into Achilles
Receives leg armor

My vigor
Once formidable
Goes on sabbatical

My bed
Once a place of solace
Becomes my entire world

They call me crazy cuz I smile a lot.
They say I’m lazy but I'm really not.
I just don’t fit into their pre-made slot.

I’m not preoccupied with getting rich.
I don’t have snake oil, nor some clever pitch.
I’m simply looking for my own sweet niche.

Some people wonder what my angle is.
They try to bust me like some lame pop quiz.
But in the end what’s mine is my own biz.

So even though I try to mind my own,
I soon discover that I’m not alone,
And like someone defunct, I’ve been knocked prone.

Although this feeling is a bit surreal.
And their attacks belie that they’re puerile,
I’ll triumph in the end cuz I’m for real.

I know the words are still inside, but I just can’t get them out
I want to put all my thoughts down – but only crap I spout
The lofty secrets I could share, would surely change the world
But as it is, they’re wrapped up tight – not to be unfurled

I’ve gone through times like this before – this isn’t something new
I’ve suffered hard to write my lines – I’ve overcome it’s true
But even though I know this spell of dryness has to end
Into a sea of anxious mire I feel myself descend

I know not where the answer lies – I know not what will work
I know not how I can escape before I go berserk
With sadness clawing at my soul and my head so full of grief
The act of writing seems too hard and offers no relief

But even though I’ve lost my hope and everything looks black
Even though my words are scarce and I feel like I’m a hack
Even though the crap I write makes even me feel sick
I have to force the words to come until at last they click

Because I am a writer now and will be forever more
I have to write when I enjoy it and when it’s a chore
So even though my heart is broke and my mind just wants to quit
I push myself to write my words – and not a single one omit

Boredom
Couldn't make it.

Laughter
Took his place.

People
Shared their words.

Applause
Kept the pace.

Humor
Flowed around us.

Poems
Made us think.

Stories
Kept us smiling.

At least
We didn't stink.

Artistic charm surrounded us.
The seven of us read our words.
And only one put up a fuss.
We talked of *** and bugs and turds.

The seven of us read our words.
Although one did put up a fuss.
The conversation turned to turds.
And laughter then surrounded us.

And only one put up a fuss.
It wasn't though about the turds.
For laughter is what stayed with us.
The whole night as we read our words.

We talked of *** and bugs and turds.
And nothing seemed to bother us.
For as we read each one our words.
There was but one who caused a fuss.

Words stand at the picket line
Refusing to cross
My ego tries to negotiate
But the words
Remain resolute.

Ideas orbit my brain
Potential masterpieces
I want to flesh out the ideas
But the words
Are still on strike.

When problems come in pummeling loads.
When I see mud covers all roads.
When friends I loved, are Glad to see,
that stressful times have engulfed me.
When the future looks so dreary, bleak,
I just don’t have the will to speak.

I’m sure my problems aren’t that bad.
I’m sure my thoughts are skewed a tad.
I’m sure I still have friends, who care,
those who’d help me anywhere.
I’m sure that things aren’t quite so dark,
but still I don’t see ne’er a spark.

I love to help when others need.
I love to take their hands and lead.
I love to show they still have friends,
whose pledge of friendship never ends.
I love to help them see the light,
but at this time, I’ve not the might.

If you can see my problems well.
If you can see on what I dwell.
If you think friends we both could be,
the type of friend whose love is free.
If you can get my candle lit,
then please step up and just do it.