My Poetry Is

 

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My poetry

is long awaited sunset

on a lover’s winter night

My poetry

is a flashlight on the entrails

of the horror film called Life

My poetry

is a camera

on the heart of Titanic

Beautiful

but tormented

Acclaimed

and cursed

My poetry

is an anchor

and a mast

a tsunami

and a covenant

conviction

from the conflicted

moaning

behind near perfect diction

My poetry

is the other side of the railway tracks

The backside

catching all the jack

Telling my truth

emasculates me

to that of a bee

giving little

but losing all

so you might avoid

where I’ve stumbled

and crawled

My poetry may be autistic

from hands suddenly active

but the lips are rigid

and mind narrow

My poetry may be saddening

inspirational

or nothing to you at all

but it’s my lifeline

brink

brink

breaking

that’s my heart aching

and another poem

that needs your saving

 

 

 

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What If I Told You

 

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What if I told you

I wasn’t alone

and I had been lying

to you like her

I like you

(I adore you)

You’re a good person

(You’re my everything)

I think I’ll see you soon

(I love you already)

The darkness peels back

as the fabrics fall off

silky skin

Clothing lies in a trail

of tears in wonder

at the perfection

of delicate sin

Naked ambition

in a provocative rendition

of Leonardo’s Mona Lisa

Perfect woman

meets searching eyes

is there one inch

that doesn’t incite delight

Staring into crystal balls

falling back into the black

as we reach the pinnacle

of this devious waltz

Bodies tangled

reaching the fantasy of gravity

and the peak of agony

as quickly as she comes

we go our separate ways

the lights come on

and I’m jolted awake in pain

because what if I also

told you it was a dream

and I fell asleep alone

like every other night

Raindrops Aren’t Racist

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Raindrops

aren’t racist

They don’t care if you’re

poor

and hungry

or rich

and carefree

What does it matter

to them

if your nose is wide

or if you’re olive skinned

with straight, black hair

the rain is for all

to nourish all

to replenish all

that we call life

no politics, no rights

just love, earth

and a simple price to pay

the breath

that’s already been given

to enjoy it on this

and every day

Memories Of A Survivor

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cry tears of shame
he whips into shape
the back of shallow
wishes never meant
face scourged
and rent in fury
violence unbeknownst
to the outside
I’m just a face
to the outside
I forget my place
with long sleeves
an black apron
I descend into the valley
blend in with you
laughing in feigned joy
hey
if only you knew

Sick Of The Autistic

I’m just sick

of the autistic

genius are some

interesting are none

ruining my world

causing my advances

to become undone

stimming is gross

do it somewhere else

pleasing yourself

to lower anxiety

you have less than none

in sympathy from me

you broken and breaking

mentally divergent fool

no program or grant

could ever amount

to the reality that you can’t

compete with me

don’t lie to me

they say be anything

but you’re nothing but a nuisance

to us

don’t fuss

just jump

and return to us our peace

who cares about your broken pieces

I’d taste just as sweet

if you weren’t analyzing so much

cut and bleed

stoop and scream

die and dream

you’ll never make it on your own

don’t try to be a hero

and why be a slave

when you can be a fraud

Panic! (Just About Everywhere)

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sitting in a corner

watching the sky through a crack

in the window, my soul

sees the light I once lacked

 

a chink in the armor I did believe

was all that kept me from being able to see

but they all could see

that I certainly wasn’t confident in me

 

slight change ruined my emotion

panic at the everywhere caused commotion

in my lungs, and on these pages I cry

I’m younger than my age is

 

today begins, tomorrow ends

same story, misunderstanding of friends

being just like you, I can’t ever pretend

but here I am, again and again

 

beetle crawls along my arm

reminding me of the slope I’m on

soon to be squashed, or flicked

little nuisance, move along

Ben Shapiro, Milo Yiannopoulos, And The People Behind InfoWars Inspired Me To Write This

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where do I stand

on a world at war

please, there’s no peace

and I don’t need a piece of the pie

that mass media lie

police officers die trying to protect us

the badge is just for show

but the love inside their hearts is not

the trust to serve can’t be bought

neither is the want

for a better America

we kill our babies without regard

and electrocute animals in “safe” ways

there’s nothing humane

bashing cows brains in

unless you’re insane

and we are

politics tearing families apart

propoganda has us building arks

and it’s dry as a well

Trump did this, Melania did that!

look out, Russia’s on our backs!

look what really matters

how many families lose their laughter

when their child gets gold into slavery

true bravery isn’t coming out the closet

this isn’t 1969

true bravery is standing

when everyone else sits

Kaepernick thinks he’s slick

he wasn’t an activist till he got benched

he’s part white

what struggle?

he made 14 million to throw shitty passes

these black rappers talking about green

but what about these boys in the streets?

no leaders but them demons

you think Barack Obama was a leader?

letting thugs burn down cities

they can call me racist

but somebody better stands with me

stand up to illegals taking our jobs

stand up to muslims that take the lives of others

especially the women they mutilate

(God bless those mothers)

and gays they throw off roofs

stand up to the blacks

that loot, burn, and riot

I’m not angry, but I will fight it

until we win our freedom back

there’s a war out for your mind

and ya’ll keep swinging at low cutters

Alcides Escobar, you’re joke

you’re slow, blind, easily provoked

Eric Garner was breaking the law

Trayvon Martin was breaking the law

Michael Brown was breaking the law

Castile was not, so I’ll stand with you there

but for all the criminals, their fate was fair

always talking about being free

but you’re nothing but slaves

America disgusts me

and this is why

 

Delicate Failure

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a screw tightened too many times
I try to make my life
fit inside you
blackened shadow once a heart
now lifeless as chicken livers
he shattered your delicate love
tore your soul like splinters
and now you’re taking it out on me
the middle child in a universe of doubt
guilt and reflection
it’s your face of shame
that I really care about
that quiet stare you give
when you exit the room
letting me know I was struck out
looking down for the wooden sound
but instead the crowd’s infamous boo
I failed you

Real Talk

 

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Criminal minds dance on the airwaves
telling the minorities that they’ve come to save
all the forgotten, all the lost peeps
always a shot away from 6am news
on these dark streets
you can feel the beat
of a glock nine
or a car crashing into a stump
oh, is it time
for another riot
no need to buy it
smash the windows, loot the church
real life Empire
nowhere able to retire
cause my daddy never taught me how to work
just work the system
take the cash don’t worry
who’s givin
givin head
these girls I see
three babies already
but she ain’t even seventeen
what’s going on
with the black community
growing up
I didn’t understand
but now I see
that honestly
we’ve lost sight of who we ought to be
we write music
selling drugs
throwing paper
but where’s the glory
for the creator
where’s the honor
in a father
who runs the streets
forgets his daughter
she’s in a pageant
I’m glad to say
but he never knew it
couldn’t remember her birthday
and by the way
I know it’s not right
but this just happens to be my life
so angle the sights
on the intruder
can’t find me
I’m in the future

Fading Essence Of Time

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In

Out

They’re watching

Waiting

Done all they can

And then more

Stabbed by time

Bleeding love

Hands on a pale chest

Are terrible sutures

Struggling to grasp

The essence of moments

Drifting away

As the hand drops

From three to six

To be together

Might have to be

The last wish

There’s nothing to do

Come on

You can do it

You have to

I have only you

Only you

But she forgot how

To turn on her love

So fading away

In the very first scene

With his newlywed

Beside his bed

In

Out

Fate is on a rout