Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Neglect

I hear tales, long and true

I feel their hearts' pain too, so so blue

How to make them feel loved by you?

Or anyone that should have automatically - fuckin' get a clue!

A gift in a basket is delivered to you

N you trash it and scourge it

An enemy is in you

A stranger; I'm shocked by

A crime, every day I walk by

I cling to justice beyond

That be why I'm so fond

of stargazing and such

Because there is so much

for the hopeless to become

once; I confess did want to become a nun.


Hidden Candle

Hidden candle how you still do glow

Nobody hardly ever sees you though

What a waste, what a shame, what a tragedy

Just kidding, loneliness is a sacred offering

To be alone and among best friends

Well, my mouth just curved up at both ends

But; reality does matter

and I hope in the near latter

I will dance, I will glow, I will put on a show

Just need to overcome much

You don't want to know

Monday, January 25, 2016

Melting Hearts

Not single but deuce

A look that makes me wanna reproduce

Come hither stranger, why you so shy?

Don't think I'll think you're fly?

Hmmm, mine hurts worse than yours I suppose

But all you can see is my sexy gal pose

Grow a pair, or be a fool

A single girl in love with a tool.


The Ebb Tide

What is that?

A pull of something from this to that?

A directional judge

that gives us a nudge

to a future that be

far out at sea?

I just thought I'd rhyme about this or that time

I heard a wind chime

and knew it was mine

To signal me left when I was goin' right

So I thank God for that spiritual insight.


Saturday, January 23, 2016

You Should Know

She doesn't love you like I do

even long after you said I do

Doesn't hurt anymore. It isn't your fault.

Thinking on you; brings my heart to a halt.

I grow short of breath and remember, can't help but smile

I just want one chance to get next to you for awhile

I don't know what I'd say that could make our pasts pain go away

Just  know in your heart; in my life you're a part

Of shaping me into who I am today, so for you I still pray

I hope you do too.  And know…

She doesn't love you like I do.

You can Stare at the Sun

Glimpsing at the impossible as possible

Create's life's dreams tapestry as plausible

So applause, applause my Creator Great

For I fail not in this forbidden state

of mind and body; incorporation, INC.

We work together us three, I think

I know! Because of loves untold that I feel all day in my arm's sleeves' simple cloth fold.

So small a sensation, feeling and thing

I will consider as a thankful offering

For I love such things, and the talent it brings

For all to see

Reign creations, be!

Conductors

Vessels of electricity and egocentricity

lead to murals elaborating nations' finest cities

Victims of jealousy and greed

Hope lies in that they follow the Creed

Weird humans they are

Too often found self medicating in a bar

Attempting to fight the price they pay

for the fortunes their talents either do or do not pay

Make it or fake it is the playing field here

Where the best is not always the best as advertised clear

As day vs. night

I'd never trade it or give up the fight

This is the hand, the hand we are all dealt; unfair as it be

Well hell that is life. Let it be.

See.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Stealing Hugs

I sneak a peek now and then

Stopping time with the truth's lens

Too far apart these moments be

Won't you just relax with me?

I understand the crying game

Look around, let's pass the blame

To deny the truth and prefer a lie

is just a different way to die

To risk it all on evidence

I don't stand a fighting chance

An old dog cannot learn new tricks

So I take this knife's sharp nicks

I take what is safe and sound

So I don't have to endure my heart's pound

Cloud me up so I don't feel…

and then just hugs I'll always steal.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Pricing Art

Money stacks on a gift from above

Hand delivered through the Holy Spirit dove

How can you measure or meet as one and fair?

I'm lost; why the fuck you got blonde hair?

Starving; we're notorious

Most prefer to keep it real then conform to be glorious

Rebels, edgy, off and out of their mind

These are my tribe; we are one of a kind

Not to lift up the artist above what is just

It is. This blessing and a curse; we belong to the world.

We are a must.

Smelling Youth


Sat next to a yearling to me

Though that not how she or he be

A mirrored reflection

Wisdom's flawless perfection

was flashed and seen

I be happy; I still be some kind of keen

Overthinking my space in this chaotic party place

I found a smile; a tickle; a laugh and surprise

As I peered into this years' youths' eyes

I found myself; still; not far away some way

Still capable of the occasional frolicking hay day first of the month pay day!

Ha! ha! come time; I'm ready…

Really, really, really OVER viewing that wedge of hanging, dripping wet lime - that signifies a past mime; acting like she's mine, or me

How to be?

I'm finding my way

Each day I pray

I won't run away

But explore and try out

Until there's no doubt

A place for me remains here and there

Always, peeps, please; be gentle with me

Handle with care

On The Edge

Leaning over the cliff rock's edge should I go or should I stay?

Of course I speak in an only metaphorical way

I speak of brain against skull

Of issues that are normally null

On the expansion though still grows a plain; rich with fruit - heavenly gain

So all is not lost including the cost

A blessing with a curse

Puts coins in my purse

Am I so different than you?

I doubt if I'll ever really have any clue.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Romance


I pretend to not want hearts

To not belong to another's; meshing fleshy parts

But who am I fooling?

Meanwhile my tears are pooling

I hold my own hand

Secretly desiring whispers; lying in some sand

Lie down with me; stay

Unknown lover to meet you I still pray

I keep up the front; 

so don't think I will ever admit to my deeper want.

Snow


Divine pure light is my delight

When you fall; there is no need for fright

My heart flies like a kite

To where you are from

Heaven's hum

I twirl in circles and dance

So blessed by the sky to become so entranced by a white thick decor

Oh my, I promise…I will always, always, always adore.

Black as Night


Traveling back to a rich chocolate sheet

I remember a touch that is so sweet

Zero liqueur decanter or pharmaceutical intervention

Just mother fucking intense physical interaction

Last time or not?

By my foot I care not

Only change the way I see; 

I now know how things can be

So I can shop and rest and pick and choose

and finally live without that noose

of psychological warfare upon my soul

As my once white knight has turned black as coal

For now…

M.I.A.

Oh how poetic I become when hearing one sweet song

The melodies raise me to a place of remembrance where I still long

Violins augment tears in my eyes

oh, how I'm not surprised

By such a miss and not a catch

On my heart lies a handmade patch

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Illusion


Through several lenses in life we view others' lives these days

They seem so cool and worthy of praise

What a lie; what a fares; what a fool to believe

That these pretty pictures are the best we can achieve

So wake up call my friends and foes

A picture's a lie; from your head to your toes.

Weather


The cold agrees with me; there is no hypocrisy

Our temperatures together form a synchronocity

I can't lie; deny, or fool what I feel

The same truth hits me; that makes me adore to kneel

I walk straight forward heel to heel

Stealth in my eyes

I witness a tree die

I do not cry

For such slate cold runs through my heart

And I know I and the cold will never be all that far apart.

Crosses


She seemed like she wanted to protect me from the pain

In which; I could only see gain

Stupified teenage idiocracy

The government in my head is a motherfucking democracy

I want to create no hypocrisy

Let truth be between you and I

That way  you and I girl

See  eye to eye

Remembering

What is a vision; a flashback?

A piece of you in a backpack

A metaphorical package for a journey that's true

What time traveling can make us think and do

Treasure and terrors; as a memory, a finely crafted novel

At the time; I was buried with a  shovel…

or dancing on cloud nine. I forgot about those parts that be a carat of a diamond of time.

So wear your bling; and let more memories begin.