On some days
I sit by her side when shes got stars in her eyes wishing for you to come around
some days, you're all she thinks about
combining past experience with present circumstance
but it leaves the psyche confused
and the libido a little less then amused
when you're in her thoughts rotation.
And it isn't fair how you taunt her with your butterfly wings,
they shine in your eyes when you smile,
she says, she is always trying to make you smile
she would tickle you, if you didn't hate it
but she is mesmerized by your fire, no matter the tone
she says your voice seduces her from across the room
it bellows...
inside of her..
it echoes..
in her darkness,
each vibration, a crack in her defenses
and i'm sure she would lay down her arms,
if you set down yours
if you'd let go of the memory
the mistakes made in a transitional state
when her life was heavy
she was still learning to carry the weight
and along you came
at a meteoric rate
seemingly uninterested in anything else but self
seeming to be jumping from one relationship into the next and she couldn't get down like that
back then
ok
yes
i know
it wasn't that much time ago
but it was time enough for her to earn a little extra and get her shit together
so she'd have real time for you and not that bullshit that you accepted
she just wanted to be able to treat you better
but you took it as an insult, to say it was all her fault, thats more of a cop out
cause if you wanted to see her
wouldn't you have gone with her?
taken her home, not sent her out drunken with some folks she really didn't know?
not that anything happened
but it just so happens that you never ever asked her if she knew them
i don't mean to throw salt on a wound but
its just something you should consider,
personal responsibility in the choices we make
go a long way to shaping the perception of others
but she doesn't seem to want any others
she just wants to be with you
I think she's confused, she says,
(her) heart is begging for answers
but (i) brain doesn't have a clue what to tell her
when she says
her third eye's vision is clouded
when its gaze lands on you
cause
this camaraderie is so damn comfortable yet the nonchalance is
smothering
she keeps being a friend when there's clearly more between you
you keep going along, all business as usual, and i'm sure you know exactly what you do when you do what you doin
whatever it is,
please for "my friend's" sake
either go all in
or step away from the table.
This blog is dedicated to the poetry of my life. Inspired by people, events, and experiences I have encountered while travelling through my Saturn's Return.
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Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Friday, May 24, 2013
No Shade
**You ever just need to vent about things you see and hear in
the world? Yeah this is that moment in rhyme when I needed to get shit
off my chest. If you are tagged please drop your opinions/feedback/etc
below. Enjoy!**
this poem is for those that
think i don't see your true colors showing
understand within my quiet is a knowing
that it won't be long before you take yourself away from me.
there are many ways to make art
yours in not synonymous with success
just because it works for you
doesn't mean your way is best
while others can do what you can do
we don't all operate the same
much like how we don't all have the same name
or play by the same rules in this game
we all make it in our own ways
what matters at the end of the day
is who was there to support when the time came
whether you stood by me through the sunshine and the rain
did you do more then offer up more of the same
shouting your disbelief from my corner
patting my back with hands that bury me in public
forgetting we're all out here because we love it
i work harder then most will ever know
spread praise on all that came before me
extend an open hand as to not waste any opportunity
keep my faith to myself, so opinions of others will not ruin me.
will not discourage me from continuing
walking where HIS sight has led me
sharing the food that She has given me
until my dying breathe, i will see us form community
while you continue to compete
defeat your purpose with your unconscious duplicity
think i'll be nothing without your support of me
i have the support of creation, all Its magnificence is working through me
so please do me, and you a favor
before you call me trash
offer up some advice or a helping hand
& then decide where it is you stand
this poem is for those that
think i don't see your true colors showing
understand within my quiet is a knowing
that it won't be long before you take yourself away from me.
there are many ways to make art
yours in not synonymous with success
just because it works for you
doesn't mean your way is best
while others can do what you can do
we don't all operate the same
much like how we don't all have the same name
or play by the same rules in this game
we all make it in our own ways
what matters at the end of the day
is who was there to support when the time came
whether you stood by me through the sunshine and the rain
did you do more then offer up more of the same
shouting your disbelief from my corner
patting my back with hands that bury me in public
forgetting we're all out here because we love it
i work harder then most will ever know
spread praise on all that came before me
extend an open hand as to not waste any opportunity
keep my faith to myself, so opinions of others will not ruin me.
will not discourage me from continuing
walking where HIS sight has led me
sharing the food that She has given me
until my dying breathe, i will see us form community
while you continue to compete
defeat your purpose with your unconscious duplicity
think i'll be nothing without your support of me
i have the support of creation, all Its magnificence is working through me
so please do me, and you a favor
before you call me trash
offer up some advice or a helping hand
& then decide where it is you stand
In Memory
She
brown skinned
stocky
joy filled
exuded all that you'd expect from a lady
and then some
she
educated and educator
taught me lessons of womanhood
my child mind wasn't ready to absorb
yet
still she tried with me
took her time relaying lessons
of her experience
like
how to be a brown woman
with class
like how to check my smart mouth
how to hope
and to remember that one day
i too will be old
and wise
like she
not of my blood
yet bound to my soul
and memory
on this day i sit in silence
remembering
let the skies spread the emptiness i still feel with her loss
on this day of her birth
i hope i have made her proud
i hope she watches me
with the same smile that greeted me like the dawn.
i hope she has found her love
& her family
i hold her hope in my heart
mingled with memories that will never fade
she remains
the best part of me
that i give away
because she of what she gave to me
brown skinned
stocky
joy filled
exuded all that you'd expect from a lady
and then some
she
educated and educator
taught me lessons of womanhood
my child mind wasn't ready to absorb
yet
still she tried with me
took her time relaying lessons
of her experience
like
how to be a brown woman
with class
like how to check my smart mouth
how to hope
and to remember that one day
i too will be old
and wise
like she
not of my blood
yet bound to my soul
and memory
on this day i sit in silence
remembering
let the skies spread the emptiness i still feel with her loss
on this day of her birth
i hope i have made her proud
i hope she watches me
with the same smile that greeted me like the dawn.
i hope she has found her love
& her family
i hold her hope in my heart
mingled with memories that will never fade
she remains
the best part of me
that i give away
because she of what she gave to me
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