It’s so funny
To me, at least
Each time I see
A friend succeed
As others shout
He’s a sell out!
In a negative outburst
Real friends agree
And true family
Support you, see
Help climb that tree
They do not doubt
What you’re about
They help you charge headfirst
It’s easy to see
The irony
For if you feed
In jealously
As people go
I’ll let you know
My friend, you are the worst
Softly cup my hand to ear
As wind blows whispers that I hear
Sadness, loss, regret they bring
All shadows from my yesteryear
Words escape me, ones I’ve lost
I never knew how much it’d cost
When I thought not to buy a ring
The path I should, I never crossed
Now I’m forced to walk, move on
Time has passed; those moments, gone
And though I wish to have them back
I must stay focused on the dawn
For life is cruel, it won’t concede
Regardless if I pray and plead
And though I may not be on track
Faith in myself is all I need
Things in life, they come and go
And as I lift this small window
I look outside, only to see
That we reap the things we sow
Every action, every word
Is seen, or felt, or tasted, heard
And whether it is you, or me
Life’s purpose always seems so blurred
So, to you, who has a past
Do not let your transgressions last
We’re here, together, throughout our time
And everyone has sins amassed
Live with love, try to arrange
The life you want, an open grange
Do not break rhythm, just to rhyme
And always, ride, the winds of change
Friday night, bars are closing
I don’t know why I’m here
Feelings hit me deep inside, stepping in this Uber ride
It’s loneliness I fear
Every time, inside my head
I say that she’s the one
Naïveté and ignorance have got me acting with no sense
So why oh why do I keep saying this is pointless and I’m done?
Finally things are going well
But like every other time
The real comes out and causes doubt
I cant stand the paradigm
I don’t think I’m wrong but
You don’t think I’m right why
Can’t we get along and
Not do this every night
I’m tired of the fighting, and
I’m tired of the arguin’
This only causes breakups and
Makes people want to live in sin
I wish more than anything
To find someone who’s struggling
Someone who sees the world like me
Who doesn’t judge and lives freely
A person who embraces flaws
Instead of these unspoken laws
Who’d rather sit and talk with me
Than go out for a shallow drink
Sadness sweeps so subtly
The more I think of you and me
I wish this world was different, see
Filled with love, and yet sadly
It’s superficiality
That guides our actions, you agree?
I beg your pardon, woe is me
This world is just…melancholy
Never have I ever wanted to fit into normalcy
Every time I thought of it I knew that it just wasn’t me
Don’t get me wrong, I know that it’s society
There’s nothing bad of being glad and fitting in the mold, you see
And if I’m being candid it’s a life I’ve started to envy
All the happiness that comes along with having a family
Sometimes I think about the path I’m on and start to think so differently
A wife and kids don’t sound so bad if I’m looking at things honestly
But then I think back to that day, when I got down on one knee
I told her I would change the world, no matter what, I’d make it be
That was the day I started walking, embarking on this journey
Using every tool I could, my sharpest sword is words it seems
This pen and pad are all I know, through time they’ve ‘come a part of me
Now my purpose has been found, it was her death, ironically
That made my prior motives lost, I’m born anew and finely free
To do the things she would have done if she were here and she was me
Understand the “why” behind this, then you’ll know the realest me
I truly do not care for fortune, or the fame that others seek
I want a world where all is fair, without the animosity
I guess I’ll post this poem online, but we all know it won’t matter, see
People want their news to heed the sickness and the tragedy
They care not for the positive; the things that most will never see
I pray one day this changes and we have a new reality
But until then I’ll post this, sure, but no one really cares to read
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, the things I’ve not, they occupy my every thought. The questions that I ask myself are known to me; and no one else. The answers lie in of itself, or maybe on my dark bookshelf. Our past, it haunts, it makes us see, that which we often disagree. For truth is that, and nothing else. It doesn’t care for time, or self. It shines its light, and nothing more. It opens every locked, closed door. Yet when we see the things we’ve done, we often want to turn and run. Such deeds exist, there in your past, and if you let them ever-last, your further will be chained and cast to those who judge and those who blast.
Let your scars, while they remain, fade away into the plain. You’ll always have them, they’ll maintain, but use them for your growth and gain. Learn their passage, learn their plight, and if you ever have to fight, your scars will tell you what to do; if it’s wrong, or if it’s true. Some see them as the wounds of life, but I prefer to use them like a knife. Every time I’m broken, down; my scars remind me that I’ve found. I’ve always found that this will pass, and every time, it always has.
Love can be the best of things, but think before you exchange rings. Be certain that they are the one, that love and bond won’t come undone. Take a look back at your past. Make sure this time that it will last.
And if you doubt things, look to the stars. Then, look back, at all your scars.
The Nether Plane
At times, we others seem to feel
That things are different, things aren’t real
Our jaded eyes begin to tire
And sink into a darkened spire
Ideas meander, as dream creates
Strange beasts our mind imagine-ates
Our thoughts are anchored, ball and chain
And dragged into this nether plane
Amidst the silence, amidst the black
So few there are, for most turn back
Intoxicate, it does, this realm
A sea-less captain, without a helm
No fate to fall on those who come
No prodigy, with deeds undone
No solace for a desperate mire
No ember breathes, among this fire
Evil strikes, into the heart
To all who stay, as most depart
This shaded black, it rests within
The ones who preach, and yet live sin
Awaken, now, to you at rest
Do not forget this mindful test
The largest grow from smallest grain
And all return, to nether plane
Hello my friend, please dim the light
A tale I have for you tonight
About a man, who long ago
Was hanging up the mistletoe
For ‘twas December, and time for he
To decorate the Christmas tree
This man; a husband, a father, too
His family should come first, it’s true
And yet ‘twas something, about this man
He always tried, hard as he can
To make sure all his neighbors, friends
Thought of him highly, through rosy lens
Even when his family’d thirst
His image always would come first
When the world would look, they’d see
This sad and false reality
And on that day, as he hung the tree
A decision forced to make, was he
The ornaments were not enough
To fill all of the branches up
‘Twas just enough, in this small crate
For half the tree to decorate
One side, beauty; one side, bare
And as he finished, the man stood there
As they shifted, his eyes looked slow
Between the room and bay window
Who would see the lights? Decide
His family? Or the world outside
He did not want them all to see
He can’t afford to dress this tree
Frowning, as his thoughts collide
He chose to face the lights outside
When he was done, he turned to bear
His five year old son standing there
“Hello Daddy,” he said to Dad
“What’s wrong? The tree, it looks so sad.”
Looking at the boy, he said
“Don’t fret my son, it’s time for bed.”
He tucked him in, and with a blink
For one brief moment, began to think
But just as always, his thoughts would steer
To justifying; his conscience, clear
Then, as he laid down with his wife
He smiled, proud of his false life
So now, my friend, some thoughts have I
To share with you, about his lie
For far too often, our story here
Rings true to others, both far and near
And is, I ask, it really fair?
For any true “friend” wouldn’t care
How rich, how poor, our quirks and plights
Truth is that we all have these nights
I wonder why it caused him strife
Those folks weren’t even in his life
Remember friend this story, please
And consider your priorities
Happy Valentines. Ha! Yeah right
The only date I have tonight
Is with my gold, to you I say
And this glass of Cabernet
All these hearts and all these roses
All these stupid picture poses
Make me so sick I could die
Go stick those photos in your eye!
This money’s all I want and need
And if you tell me that’s just greed
I’ll take a gold piece from this case
And slap it to your ugly face!
That’s right lovebirds, the time it is
To put my money where your mouth is
That’d shut you up, oh ‘twill be grand
To post THAT on my Instagram
“Hashtag V-Day” you post up
“Oh aren’t we cute?” No, now shut-up!
I swear this day’s like Christmas, yuck
Why must holidays all suck?
Bah, humbug. Get back to work
And tuck your ugly shirt in, jerk!
Your boyfriend looks like such a stooge!
Screw Valentine’s! I’m mister Scrooge.
The real inside you wants to out
Because you know what you’re about
It’s scratching, teething, ripping in
Creating so much real tension
The world is wasted, the time is ours
To fix these fucking scrapes and scars
These people all have gone to hell
It’s time we step up, fix the shell
Well do it right, not what they did
Well take this place and fix it, kid
The time has come, let’s get it done
Let’s own this world with endless fun
Let’s make religions, get along
The red and blue will sing their song
It isn’t hard, for all it takes
Is you and me, to be awake
This is a story, of that I’ll tell
As I fill my black inkwell
A pen and pad, it works you see
Yet naught compares to quill, and ink
To sit within this room of black
And think of all the world shall lack
The pain I feel, I think it so
The same as Edgar Allen Poe
A Telltale Heart, a seedless plum
A tortured Pit and Pendulum
F. Scott Fitzgerald knew it too
Society is just a ruse
A dance, a game, a twist, a turn
We writers ask “when will they learn”
The answer lies so far within
A world of malice, hate, and sin
The times have changed, the people, not
For money’s always paid and bought
It’s ruined folks, brought out the worst
The evil, bad, their power thirst
The ones who see it, smart they are
The stronger intellect goes far
The ones who don’t, who lie and cheat
Shall have their shame drug on the street
Why does he just stare at me
As I’m driving, silently
Watching oh so creepily
Licking chops so hungrily
Does he think of eating me?
Does he want his bowl to be
Filled with water, does he see
How his gaze drives me crazy?
I must breathe, I think I’m free
Surely he is not hungry
For my flesh and bones, I think
He just likes to look at me
Phew I’m calm, finally
I’ll just turn and drive, as we
Wait…whats this you’re doing, B?
NO! Oh my God, someone help me!!
Gazing in this mind of black
At all the things that I’d take back
If only it was kind to me
But time, regret, its cruel, you see
The things I wish I hadn’t done
They never fade, they never run
They occupy my mind at night
And fill my heart with doubt and spite
Oh, to have it back, now lost
I’d pay the toll, at any cost
To right the wrongs, that I transgress
To heal the pain, as I regress
Alas, its time that’s cruel, you see
And as I look back, woefully
The past, it grows so rapidly
To haunt my wounded memory
In my chamber, losing sleep
Rocking, thinking, silently
Watching broadcasts quietly
Observe this world, so violently
I wonder if the day will be
When people live, peacefully
Shedding war, with treaty
No longer loving fearfully
It all could change, if only we
Would be the change we want to see
We must admit, reluctantly
To fix the “us”, it starts with “me”
Don’t take offense, the truth, you see
Is no one lives life perfectly
We’re all together, I decree
To live, one human family
Some folks believe me
Yet others still doubt
It’s funny to me, really
When I say what I’m about
I’m climbing this here ladder
Right in front of their blind eye
Yet they still keep on hatin’
As if the fucks I give could fly
So let me put this plainly
These words, do not mince
We’re righting world wrongs
We’re not trying to convince
We’re not trying anything
“Try” means we could fail
Sorry, that ain’t an option
This ships already set sail
So be on board, or don’t
That choice ain’t up to me
I’ll just keep on writing
Making minds more bold and free
And when this ladders finally scaled
When at last we’ve reached the top
I hope you brought your sailor shoes
Cause this ship ain’t ever gonna stop
The last years of your life
So confined and constrained
Arthritis was rife
It hurt, and it pained
No solace you had
But to lay in your bed
Retreat to your books
Build a world in your head
I’ll never forget, Mom
All the stories and shows
We’d read and watch together
To forget this life’s woes
CSI, Nora Roberts
Your favorites, I know
You’d gleefully immerse
In her books, or that show
Oh Mom, how it hurts
To think of these times
It rips me apart
But keeps me alive
All that’s ahead
Everything I achieve
Is all due to you, Mom
And your love for me
You deserved so much more
How so badly I yearn
To turn back the clock
Give the life that you earned
The impossible, I want
The impossible, I need
Yet I’m forced to move forward
And to carry this grief
Your love for those stories
They’ve inspired me, Mom
And I promised you one day
That’d I’d carry that love on
One day, Mom, I swear it
No more tears will be spilt
When I cut that bright ribbon
When finally, it’s built
What if they died?
What if that artist
Who painted their works
So great, yet shunned
For personality quirks
What if that singer
Who hit impossible notes
Wasn’t caught up in drama
Or the brunt of your jokes
What if you focused
On content they write
Instead of the bullshit
The cheap and contrite
Why is it, so often
An artist, who yearned
Must die to achieve
The recognition they’ve earned
It isn’t the painter
Whose genius, they leave
It’s ego that chains us
A jealous reprieve
For when you are dead
You’re no threat to us
So sure, we can like you
Just stay off of my bus
Some day, I do hope
The people will see
That passion is living
And envy is greed
The Grammar Nazi
Dot your “I’s” and cross your “T’s”
For fear of err, or wrong
Well look right here, oh can’t you see?
That comma don’t belong
Hey, you listen here!
So get this through your head
Stop focusing on the stupid rules
And hear the POINT, instead
A colin, a comma, it matters not
The message is on the stage
So stop the dumb, annoying tweaks
And learn to READ the page
Wrap your head around the point
Forget formalities
Writings an art, forget this not
And we’ll do it as we please
What things go through your head
When you lay down and no one is there?
When you know that no one is listening
Is it a dream, or perhaps a nightmare?
Do you think of the rest of the world
And how we’re all stuck in a cell?
Or maybe those shoes you’ve been wanting
Or if there’s a heaven or hell?
Think hard, for I say this
Not to judge; no fingers I point, I can say
But your thoughts? They truly define you
Not facades, nor roles you portray
Live. Love. Be honest
Please, be true to the core
For when you find the real you
Your reason to search – it’s no more
You know what’s fake?
Saying “well, that was good”
“But now let’s try another take”
No, instructor, that’s not right
If the first take wasn’t good
You should’ve had the balls to type:
“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m just being real”
“But that take there wasn’t good”
“It simply didn’t hit the feel”
See? It’s easy, don’t you agree?
So please, next time you decide to critique
Give ‘em an answer they can build from, please
I’m so close, Mom
I can feel it
I’ve kept my post, Mom
Done what I said I’d do
It’s all about to take off, Mom
Please, stay on board with me
Your soul has been my compass, Mom
It’s the only thing that’s driving me
Everything ahead is ‘cause of you
And the thing I’m leaving behind me
Is a life of stress and judgment
Not at all the things I want to be
All I want Is what you deserved
But never seemed to truly get
I’m so sorry Mom, I really am
I miss you so much, now eyes are wet
It doesn’t matter though
You’ll always be a part of me
Every piece of good and kind
Came from your hand holding me
Mom, I miss you so much
I can’t even describe it, no
And everything I’m about to do
Will be because you loved me so
