An Ode to the Newly Homeless

Fires of quick quips choirs of heavenly horrors clenching clouded cowering minds drowned in drips of syrup soaked sensibilities waned warbled wash fired bold emblazoned Maltese men molting Siamese sinister kittens shedding skins day old bread withheld assistance the pride has shattered crowns held by new jesters in jest juxtapositioning failed bits of cooperative Mrs. conceptions contraceptives hastened communal Mr. communications irritating the empty stomachs of well fed entitlement unchecked dishes sour soaked dimes lift unremitting required reciprocal dots and dashes left unpaid wilting weathered torrential turbulence uninvited viral wants quoth unwelcome.

200 Words of Opposition

You where my eyes fixed point center of gravity orbiting and swirling down the vacuous drain to places he would drag you away from me slowly running away walking backwards tripping forwards and steady farther away closer but never closer closure nuance and ineptitude narrowly negotiation newly sour section of dowry and damnations defending the circular serendipitous nature sensibly guided forward steadily backward rag dolls toads and frogs rabbits and hares heads or tail without chance change challenge or chapters fade mixed marital law logs loved layered and lowered one here two now three here four gone here sad gone long mourning this morning eve of evening dining with dingy dives cannons and capitols of coercion ending all stock and dystopian utopian pairs of solidarity and despair dispelling procreations problem creations motivations mulling nations moving more over the delicate suspensions suspend supposedly in memoriam never minding the offending natural movements of the shadowy figures moving forward the peaces disturbing the pieces in places their arms dare only reach randomly to destroy decimate and decapitate the fluid stagnancy unaltered aborted as times where before the hiccup stickup power play nay say now and never ever forever and always today’s forgotten lore.

Never Coming Home

Driving away she tries to
To figure out how
A passion so sweet
Could go so sour

They yelled they screamed
Fighting each other
As if more pain would solve their puzzle

With one hit she was gone
On the ground
She hit the road
Alone
In the cold dead of night
She sat there and died in the heat of their fight

The clock upon the table kept stealing every minute
She knew her time was trickling
Like the water in a shower

As she turned to walk
Unlock the door
And find her way
To something more
She kissed the man goodbye
And quickly pulled away
And turned a corner

Driving further on some more
She realized where she lost her soul
Thought about that messy space
Thought about how she lost this race
She new she wasn’t thinking straight
She new when he’d be waking late
He’d know that he lost this one summer

In his eyes she’s only a few inches away
But in her heart of hearts she knew she couldn’t stay
To many of his lies unraveled there today
So she told him to his face
All she had to say
‘Cause she knew she’d never be coming home

M.O.H.A.W.K.

Mirrors Of independence Have finally occurred And i couldn’t be more happy about What i’ve done. i feel like a Knight of the Many, On a search for self. what that means? i don’t know, but i Have A feeling that it Will turn out to be something amazing… i Know it will.

Goldegate Bridge

I’m up so high
What’s keeping me from falling?
Sanity, no
Nothing, probably

All the world looks at me like a play set
Hot wheels, no
Matchbox, probably

I could end it
Couldn’t I?
Yes definitely

Xeric

The melodies invade my psyche, trying to psyche me out of my pseudo ascension; assigning me to resign as head of this mind of mine, ruining the moment. This is how you wanted it. Rather I worshiped your phallic monument than giving me anything… evening brought his ending.

Who Knew (A Poem)

I think it's strange that I can still relive everything about you
That at a moments notice I can be whisped away to memories of days when you still held me
When I could have never believed that in a few years you would go away

Who knew that you would disappear
Who knew I would watch as you slowly drove away for the last time

Sometimes when I am alone, I still mourn
For us, for me, for you
For what we could have been
For who I could have been with you
For what you have become without me

It is during those times that what separates us seems trivial
But I always get lost in pursuit
Of the one that got away
The only one I will ever want to have stayed

A Guy

Is it wrong for me to love his eyes

To wish I was the dust that swirls through the air at the bat of his lashes

To want to be that bead of sweat the the sun spotlights as it unsteadily crawls down the back of his neck

I don't thin that anyone but me could look at him and see the poetry the way I do

I wonder what is hiding beneath that hat that always seems to be glued to  his dark brown raven's nest of hair

I sit as far from him as possible but as close as I can and in my mind I smell his skin and can see the every willow wisp of hair that breaks his perfectly tanned skin.

Did I mention that he smells like orange blossoms but taste sweet and bitter like a honey suckle spray

I wish I was those stings of denim holding close the his old scarred knee...

I wonder, and wonder and wish as he walks, he walks away from me

Randy

I don’t know why I even bother
I know that for me 11 years of servicing him is more
I call
And I know that even if he calls me back
I’ll be some foreign after thought
Some 3am wind down after the club
Or some midnight pre club ramp up
He always smells of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke either way so I never know
I’m not an idiot
And I know that I like it
But I feel guilty when he’s gone
And the only gift he left was his semen dancing in my stomach
Or the random pubic hair that got caught in between my teeth
Or the cooler smother section of my face where his ejaculated used to be
I know it’s sad but those thing fulfill me
So I call him
Knowing that to him, I am just another hole
That I’m just another mouth feed
That I’m just another one of the ones on the list
The never ending list of the bodies left cold in the trail
I wonder if he ever gets annoyed that this zombie just won’t die

Crash

My hands are frozen

Trying to string together two words, has never been as frigid as this

Something is amiss

My body feels like it been spoiled in piss

Like I’m a willing partner in an S&M flick

This is bullshit that I have to feel this way

This is bullshit that she always does this to me

I thought the flame was smothered

The embers lay emboldened

Emblazoned and brazen waiting for a spark

What it got was a match

Though a time bomb it was not

Every word still hurt

Every work unspoken leaves our relation tattered and broken

And frayed and dismayed in ways repairs could take days

Weeks, months, years this continues

I think I’m going to need the wine menu

‘Cause this ain’t it

It’s not getting it

It’s not working

I’m hungry for a revolution

A resolution a grievances

‘Cause my resolve is waning

And my endurance is tanking

And I got to deal

With this raw deal I’ve been dealt

I can’t keep waiting for the for the googolplex clock to stop

I can’t keep wait for the second ball to drop

Rapture.

Why would such a woman exist?

Why would such a merciful god place blame and curse for blasphemies not yet relieved from my skin?

I do not believe that such a man would create such a woman

I do not believe that a man would set a series of situations solely meant to siphon the sensibility that he has so sanctimoniously sanctioned upon thee

I know that I am right; even if I am wrong I am right

There is no man above sightseeing in the clouds

Crying tear to create floods

Clapping jovially to move mountains

Striking in anger at what his own hands have created

I do not know…

Better yet I don’t want…

I need to know why such a woman would breathe

Why such a woman would have the ovarian fortitude as to impose such regulations that regular people can not see through the red tape

Why won’t she let me in?

How the did the imaginary man?

Where did this journey begin?

Where did I lose her?

Who cut the cables?

Why are we not able to see past the prior inquisitions to see to a less tumultuous future.

To see to a movement,

Cooperation

Restitution

The imaginary man gave us lips to speak but we not use them but for treachery

He gave us hearts but not to use them, rather keep them empty to filter the fantasies and poison seeds

Rival memories of black books

Murderous penguins

Lifeless angels.

I can say that I hope for the best but that would be a lie

It’s not right for the night imaginary inflammatory impostor to take credit for the beginning of this being if he not willing to take the solder of his own smoldering brimstone.

On How It Is

I spend most of my time wishing she would speak to me, and the remainder of the time wishing she hadn’t and gluing back together the piece broken by what she has said.

Regardless of this immeasurable pain shot from the finger blade of my ironic angel I can’t help but be relieved by her presence.

Shallow and transparent ever present villainy permeates and eventually will permanently perverse my prominent personality, rhyme and reason.

Who will I be then? How much time will I spend? How much more glue is there to mend. How many more truths, this is truth No.2

I don’t have the words to say No.1. I don’t want to tell you, even though I know you want to know.

It seems that this is good for me, or so these eclipsing chariots scream so. At least these walls want to keep me safe and warm… I’m not so certain about sane.

You write people’s obituaries while they are still alive?

I sang with a tear in my eye, for the first love of my life is about to die.

I sang of a Sunday mourn

I sang of an afternoon wake

I sang of the first dusk without her

I sang of the memories

I sang of joy…

Now…

I sing with tears pouring, for the love of my life has just died

I sing because, my love, it is time to say goodbye.

Untitled 1

I want to make up my mind on which way to go.

If I should do what I think is write or should I write all that I think is wrong.

Going in circle my thoughts are a circus.

Univer-souly my life as a whole is on the rocks.

Like Disarono after the clock strikes at midnight.

PRUDENCE

It’s not fair!
You can’t put the weight on me
And tell me not to speak
You can’t involve me
Then expect me to veneer a child like resolve.
It’s too late
You can’t want me to do for you
And you not listen to me

Way you see it picking you is my new dirty job
I can’t even retort in debate
Or change the pace when were both running late
But I can lift you to your feet
And I can confront the aunt who falsely quit the need of a needle
And the want of a nail

WHAT THE HELL?

Nail me to cross if you feel I’m no longer absolved
But don’t get me involved
If my work won’t help to solve
The dilemma of all involved

My Bad

Oh my god, I'm so sorry... I did not realize that the posts had run out, I have the post set to auto update and I have been uber busy this week so I promise tomorrow morning you will have a new and I will make sure I have at least a months worth of post coming down the tubes... My Bad

R.Jay

RIP

To a boy considered friend

Gone to soon

In a life you were consumed

This life consumed you

Not a tear shall I shed

Though consumed

This life set you free

For the boy considered friend may be gone from all

Forever, eternally thine are loved by me

Intentions

I never meant for her to go

But frankly I’m glad she did

I’m glad she’s dead

I’m glad that she got hers

I never meant for her to die

But things tend to happen that way

I never meant to laugh

But I was truly rejoicing

Her demise meant tyranny’s end

The heartless bitch is gone

Ding dong

Ding dong

Ding dong

Ding dong

Ding dong

CNN

We live our lives pumped with fear

Constantly haunted

Constantly troubled

Death

Constant intrusions

Our minds are constantly intruded

John Doe is a black male

Six foot one

One hundred sixty five pounds

About twenty years of age

Suspect is armed and dangerous

The unknown face of fear

Brings constant certain uncertainty

Terrorism

Assassination

Y2K

“Imminent danger”

Your own children are murderers

Fear all fear everything

You don’t know

Fear it all

Fear yourselves

Cause it makes me happy

Well it makes my pockets happy

The more horrified you are of some invisible danger

The more you spend in my stores

The more you spend in my stores

The more I make

The poorer you become

And when you have nothing left to spend

I’m gonna take away everything

And leave you with nothing

Except fear

Black Heart

Where

Are

YOU!?

You let me

And now I feel

Like a scat queen

And now your halo shines bright

And now I’m shadowed by your light

And now you liar have become my sire?

Who

Are

You!?

You seduced me

And now I feel

Like a scat queen

And now you’re gold

And every once of my being is scarlet and cold

And every lie you tell encases you in own

Personal

Prison Cell

Is it lonely on your pedestal?

Are you and your deeds happy to see?

Justice

Finally

In fruition