"Hi!How are you?""I'm great!How are you?""I'm fine,Thank you.My name is (such and such),How about you?""Mine is (what you'll dream about),Nice to meet you!""I'm glad we caught up since we didn't get the chance to last time we'd seen each other.""Me too!"I really loved what you performed,It was amazing.""I can say the same about you,I appreciate... Continue Reading →
No More Mojo – Day 321, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Being around women while drunk and high was a different experience compared to being sober.Now that I've spent significant time away from Mary Jane,I've lost my touch with the ladies.A problem I'm sure Dr. Morgan wouldn't be able to fix.(Dr. Pepper chasing down Captain Morgan for those who don't know).And,It's disheartening,Especially when I'm at an... Continue Reading →
Blue Vision – Day 307, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Endearing phone calls I haven't received in about a decade,Taught how pointless cell phones are.I often look back at a moment in time,Where we'd step outside,And,Have no outlet to keep in touch.Keeping us closer to the Sun,We bathed in happily,Instead of blue light from dusk,Till dawn,While wondering amongst ourselves why life seems more sorrowful than... Continue Reading →
Nothing, Yet. – Day 238, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Several days,No response.Yet,They still post,Anyway.No body language indicating whether or not you scared them away.God-forbid you write back,"Hey,Is everything okay?"Or else,You'll be labeled 'too cingy',Too convincingly,After being hooked into a lie too exhausting to face,Over,And,Over again.Connections being possible for a man others write off as a reason to laugh at His expense...Nonerheless,God gave me enough... Continue Reading →
Press Me! – Day 224, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Communicating with what appears to be a mannequin.A voice box appears to be present as long as you press the right buttons without any damage.Yet,No matter what I say,The response will always be the same.So,Why even bother talking until the point of rage crawling up my spine?Silence,In this case,Seems so divine.I'd rather sit down,And,Write a... Continue Reading →
A Weedy Mind – Day 1, Again
It's just like me!To start something and put it off until the next.It's not surprising!How I'm already starting over with Day 1,Again.I challenged myself to write Poetry everyday,But,It became another promise my own demons sentenced to,Death… Nonetheless,I'm still trying.I'm still writing up another line,Hard enough to punch through each wall in my head.Not many choices... Continue Reading →
No More Chemtrails Pt. 2 – What’s Family Good For?
"Family, what is it good for?" Is what I find myself asking after being forced to wake up by sounds of death and depression produced by the void of my youngest relative's heart made of stone with malic acid for tears. For starters, disappointed I am in myself for still living under the roof of... Continue Reading →
Dirty Work
Seduced by the thought of getting my hands dirty,Just,In ways you would never think I'd be.Like,Grabbing a cup of Tea at your favorite restaurant for a chance to feed!Your soul with love you've wanted for as long as you've known,Only God knows... Whether it's a ketchup stain on a pair of slacks when I lack... Continue Reading →
Suicidal Love
Mind at a ramble, When I scramble every thought of you. Why is it that I battle with my inner child, Anytime I think of losing you... It's true. I'm in love like never before. And, I'll do whatever takes to protect what God meshed in the spirit of loyalty. Understanding. Communication... Problem is, Knives... Continue Reading →