Love is not a triangle, love is a heart.
Love is a whole, not only a part.
Love is a bond that it harsh, but it's bold.
Love is a story that has yet to be told.
Sand that refuses to wash from the shore
A hold that is held forever and more.
Love is a wish, a promise, a prayer
Love is knowing that someone is there.
Love is shared between one and another
Love is being there for each other

Love is something you'll never know,
Love is a wonder you cross as you grow.

Thinking of you as my savior, my hero.
Making it true is dividing by zero.

Error.

I don't even know what to feel anymore
I've slammed it closed, my open door
But I don't want to fill that void
I guess it's best that I'd just avoid
Every feeling I've ever felt.

The hardest thing I've ever done
is try to convince myself you're not the one
while we continue to go on as friends
knowing we'll never have what we once did, again.

Your blessed
with nothing less
than a poet's
verse and thoughts
of a person stressed
by fantasies and a mind possessed
with the dictionary
Body's hidden in the trees.
Spirit flowing with the breeze

Its nothing less
than light in a benighted city

Its nothing less
than beauty on a face blemished

You are nothing less
than the words you use.
they transcend death
and abuse
the evil in humanity's soul.
Your ideas are bold.
As you grow old remember,
your blessed with nothing less.

I'm the best, there ever was
Can't get with me, at da club
Other poets, need to respect
My reputation, I'll protect
I got a 9, pen in my hand
Write your name, in the sand
To me, you can't never stand
I ain't afraid, to let out a curse
Write you in, an ugly verse
I'm da best, you da worst

You can't, stay with my meter
I spit sick, iambic pentameter  
I'm da truth you da cheater
You rhyme like Armstrong rides
You have to dope, ya got no rhymes
You da Cheech I'm da Chong
I write, you smoke da ****
You da burger, I'm da veal
I earn likes, you freakin still
You got da, cheesy *** rhymes
Droppin' words, like love & sublime
I put the free, in free verse
You all about, Nonsense Verse
I drop a sonnet, makes his head Shake
I'm the Chaucer, you da fake
I'm a Lyric, you the Lune
You can't quit writen', too crazy soon
Your stuff is dirt, mines the moon
You want a challenge, get in the ring
I'll make you cry but your mama sing

You'all poets, you got to know
You da fluff, I'm da show
I'm the king of the poets, HELLO

Every piece I write
Is a piece of me…
Of the turmoil, the calm, the violence… or the peace in me
I wonder, when I am dead… how shall they remember me?
For I have a lot of content in my poetic diary
A lot…
Of content…
In my…
Diary
I have written my whole life down one would notice, if one paid attention
Every frustration, every smile, every frown… written down more out of self expression
Than to seek attention
Pieces and records of what I was feeling or thinking at particular times and dates... I could care less if they made a wrong impression
For I have a lot of content in my poetic diary
A lot…
Of content…
In my…
Diary
I’m past trying to get published
Pouring one’s soul into a piece, just for it to get rubbished?
That’s not for me… I have too much respect for my poetry
It may not be in print… but when I read something I wrote a year ago I see it right there, my personality… it’s right there, and I know it’s me
For I have a lot of content in my poetic diary
A lot…
Of content…
In my …
Diary
If you read through all my work
You read through me… I could even risk it being said that whoever has done so
Knows who I was, who I am… and maybe even who I will be
That person will know… does know… and that person knew me
For I have a lot of content in my poetic diary
A lot…
Of content…
In my…
Diary
And one thing that both the old and the new me
Agree on
Is that…
We are and probably always will be…
Content…
With all the content…
In our diary.

|| Watching daybreak
With half-closed eyes
As the sun shatters
Through night's cracks

Drinking cups
Of ambient air
As coffee slithers
Past parched lips

Listening to whispers
Of forgotten winds
To beating hearts
And engine throes

Humming to tunes
Of broken chords
Drowning woes
In music's bliss

Writing scribbles;
Transient notes
On dusty tables
And misty panes

Chasing pavements
Under peals of thunder
Dodging raindrops
And lightning strikes

Learning to dance
With hurricanes
And laughing with
The storm and surf

Relaxing at sundown
With bottles at reach
While shadows prance
In thick amber light

Walking beneath
A pale crescent moon
Feet gliding uneasily
On swaying sidewalk

Dreaming of dreams
And tangled delight
While the past's future
Slowly slips away ||