Rose in a dew
I thought I caught
a glimpse of you.

Zooming in
I thought I can
get closer.
Only to eye on
upon a river
amid myriad
over looking stars.

A drop spans out
to be a sea
neither did it tarry.
I thought I would
give up that big
is not for me.

But yet a scene
never washed away
is intact unblurred
beneath the million
waves of the sea.
I thought the moon
will give up!
It can never touch
but always returns
over the sea
can't forget a scene.
So is me
once that
I chanced to see.

compasses, clocks, knives, are useless now.
clues, few.
coffinlike rooms full of certain exclamations,
4am empty train stations full of dangling questions.
selected memory, particularly of being
cruel to love. character,
existence, poetry, it all becomes layered
like crime novels.
blurred and unblurred,
in stained-rag mind, faces and places and
the theme,
tense, it is an age
where nothing begins and i myself begin to
(be) mean
many other things
in addition to what i say.
"what is the meaning of this?"
"i don't know."
"what should we do?"
get jilted again, spiral drunk, die on the
floor, bored, playing
sick,
i don't know.
"been there,
done that,"
it's a slow slowing and a trying to forget,
hands dirtier, shards smaller.
i don't even know if
this was an accident?

through climaxes and comedowns,
still carrying clouds
around; to cash the check, to the party,
to the pharmacist,
to the burial ground,
craving a reason to go hungry.

god, how big are your hands
god, will tomorrow be better
god, what have i done, what can i do, how

the more i remember
the more i just remember the young day
i had screamed so hard for so long at the unanswering rain

Inside, it is warm
Inside we find comfort
Translucent breaths then drifted on that black dotted sky
Whispered cold secrets to you, shivered not in spite
These questions were so beautifully obscured
Why did we treat the worst things so good?
Why did we worry about what might never occur?
Why did we fear what is so plain?
My fingers are numb, beats not calm -- head loud
But the wind is chattering too, those embracing tendrils of cold
So we speak to each other in an unblurred foreign language
Some blood brothers can never leave each other
Some things are hard to imagine without
Some things hurt all those around
Our conversation mingles with pity and false separation
Beaming waves of neon lights pierce the dark blue horizon
Visions are fuzzy, but my eyes are calmer at the sight
My heavy heart floats upward, as the ashes glow
I wake up, a solitary sound discloses
You are afraid to be free
*I am free.

Black ink under your skin,
With a word showing where you've been.
Just one little word,
To make sure the lines stay unblurred.

It's like your precept,
Not your defect,
You have made it your reason to live,
And it has taught you how to give.

This one word,
Is a name you may have heard.
Your son's name,
That you claim,
Helps you be the person you want to be.

Kyle is your son,
He is the only one,
To be your inspiration,
You protect him from this nation.

His name is on your arm,
He won't come to harm,
At least not while your still breathing,
You know the true meaning,
Of love.

I wish I was a character in a novel
My conversations would be meticulously crafted
I would never be at a loss for....words  
There wouldn't be          long          awkward
Silences
                               Between sentences
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never be unblurred
No i  said misheard
My thoughts wouldn't s-s-stutter right out of the gate
Causing a ten word pile-up in my mouth
I wish I could make life more novel
I just want to trim away all the fat
All the conversational excess
To get to the real meat of it
Do away with all conversational trivialities
And just move the plot forward

i'm listening to varsity and thinking of how much you'd like this song and i'm still up because i'm thinking about you and how much i really just want to be with you and how i think i wouldn't mind going to sleep and never waking up if you were lying down next to me and sometimes i replay that night in my head and i can pinpoint the exact moment i think i fell in love with you (when everything unblurred and focused and became clear and when everything felt real for the first time)

(missing you would be an understatement)

(good night, i love you)

What is poetry?

A rhyme,
A thought,
A word?

What is poetry?

Emotions
Otherwise
Unheard?

What is poetry?

Beautiful
Rhythms,
Unblurred?

What is poetry?

Wrath
Someone's
Incurred?

What is poetry?

Letters
Like a
Bird?

What is poetry?

Thoughts
Mixed,
Whirred?

What is poetry?

Pure
Emotions,
Savored?

What is poetry?

Old blue jeans
haven’t faded yet,
still unblurred
as he moves
undeterred
by a painful past;

Slightly slumping,
shoulders sagging
like a soldier
who is dragging
his body back
from an unknown war.

Well earned
wrinkles on his face
are deeply ingrained
as deep blue eyes
shield a soft soul
from feeling
to cold.

Brown spotted skin,
but his hair is still black,
the pain is still there
in the past
as a matter
of facts
that others lack.

It is all superficial.
People can’t even see
the surface scars
that he hides
behind his sleeves.
Desert dry eyes
can no longer
sooth a parched heart.

Outside
of our ability
to perceive
is his grief,
strange subtractions
from his life
like his parents,
his friends,
and his wife,

All we can see
is a solitary
sad stranger.

She Didn't Deserve Me

I gave her love, a heart so pure,
But she turned it cold, made me unsure.
Her words cut deep, her actions wrong,
Still, I loved her, held on too long.

She never saw the truth in me,
The depth of soul, the heart set free.
I gave her all I had to give,
But in her world, I couldn’t live.

I held her close, though she pushed away,
I fought for us, night and day.
But now I see, with eyes unblurred,
She didn't deserve the love I offered her.

I’m learning now to stand on my own,
To heal the wounds, to reclaim my throne.
The love I gave, it wasn’t lost,
But I’m worth more than what it cost.

I’ll let her go, as painful as it seems,
And build myself from shattered dreams.
She didn’t deserve me, and that’s the truth—
Now I’ll find strength in my own youth.

i lit blunts
and you drank whiskey
and the mix of smoke
and alcohol on our tongues
tasted like love
but when my lungs emptied
and your vision unblurred
we left each other
just as lonely as before

As we recall our legacy,
our voices rise in angry chants,
and once again we face the truth,
with handmade signs of our unrest.

America, in our cold grey day,
remembers its original sin,
of stolen sons, and lives enslaved,
to build our nation new as one.

Home of the free, we never were,
just more than other countries fare,
and we must see with eyes unblurred,
to history’s truth, we must endure.

The truth is we’re a selfish bunch,
with monarchy still reigning us,
and ‘til we treat all man as one,
“let freedom ring” is but a dream.

see, machines may grind your hopes and dreams
but we are all loaded guns waiting before any call sends us running
i hate the differentiation, but then for now there
is you and me, do I see a ghost or a memory
i try blinking away the mist, the myth,
but tears are falling and i can no longer see in clear,
unblurred vision. you can no longer see with your cold dead eyes and i
have a million questions i want to ask you
under candlelight

They  say  ;
She is too ugly to attract a  beautiful man .
She is too pretty, she is a ****. She attracts every man.
She is too imperfect to meet up with the world's standard of beauty.
She is so perfect she must have had her body done.
She is too short, too thin ,
She is too fat, too tall,
She is too black , too light skinned. too comfortable in her own skin.
She's got natural hair, she  needs to straighten it out .
Her hair is too straight. She is artificial.
She hasn't had that first drink yet.
She can't go a day without the bottle .She is too modest
She shows too much skin.
She is too soft, she cannot make it in a man's world.
She is too hard, too arrogant for her own good.
She says ;
Let them say all they want.
These eyes will never lose their vision .
These eyes will remain unblurred.