Trite

All poems about the truth of the world seem…
Well, self righteous
I understand
The truth often seems trite
The truth is: We know very little about a lot
Our lots in life, we could change
If we knew a lot
Who knows if things will ever change or not
Knowing the truth is all we got
When it alludes your perception you know you have to stop
And find where it hides
Knowledge is only power when you move your feet
Application is like plugging in the light so you can see
Reboot, Refresh, Revamp, Review, Remind, Repeat
Badu plus 3
All so keen to see the fruition of a dream
I am not fool, add some loot
Or cheese my eyes are green like Badu
I need lamb and seed
With a fam to feed
Every man’s in need
Maybe he’s got his hand in greed
Or hungry enough he’ll scam and flee
Land and deeds
Understand the thieves
Revamp, reread
Come back, achieve
We lack, oh we lack, we bleed
I’m weak, I see
Knowledge is only power when you move your feet
All poems about the truth seem the same
Self-righteous
I understand
Just because I know I may hurt a man
Is it enough to push me to take my own hand
Because I know the truth to be trite
When the truth be told do I run from the fight.
So say it anyway.

Irrationale

Irrationality

She said be gentle with her heart
The one before kicked it around
Which made her cringe when I came around
No one wants anything but the best
But most keep the worst on the horizon of one’s mind
Before love…
We’re on the pendulum of hope and skepticism
Some turned from scorned, seasoned skeptics
To smitten children when love hits
We’re both scared, we never know where life takes us
Because we fear it will break us
Its like the contemplation of inebriation
We know it may take us out of our right mind
Into love
So does love equal insanity
I believe it’s a consequence of love in its truest form
Its rationale to want companionship
So why does it turn us into irrational beings?

Lust for Power

Hopeless romantic
So frantic
And panicked
She’s in the craziest positions
To let the man with the deep pockets
Have it
Or at least manage
Her spending habits
So the bold thief who robs by day
Like a bandit
Takes her goodies
Yes Indeed
To feed a need
Increase a seed
We leave
Race or creed
Feel free
To agree
So once again we flee
Leaving her riddled
Confused with a greater hate then before
Thrust upon her
To rape
In turn killing ourselves
Collaterally
Emphatically
Tactically
Democratically
So sad to see.

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Life and Love

Come and gone to me
Love is just a song
We cherish it for what it gives
Taking us to a place we long to relive
And Relive
Giving us chills, and thrills
But like a anxious child
Who’s mind isn’t wrapped around the restraints
It’s body lends
Running eagerly to explore
Inevitably she will take a spill
To get up and learn
New love will clean you up and dust you off
If you let it.
Now the same chills we once invited
Only relives this gaping emptiness we feel
The scraped knee untended to, like your heart
Leaves scars
And although we know one day WE shall pass
Death of the body, doesn’t kill this love
As precious as the gift of life is, we can choose to take it
So how much more precious is love?
It can be cut down, in our minds we can abhor it, deplore it
But it lives on,
Life can be taken in a second
But only time mends the broken-hearted
But it will never take you back to where you started
Love is like a song.
A favorite song revisited still etched in your mind
May not get a full play
But the first note rushes thoughts through you head
And you revisit how you once felt
Its been such a long time, it seems
But those words and what they once meant
Won’t be forgotten.

Dreamgirl

Saw her in my dreams
In the flesh I couldn’t fathom
As real as it could feel I can only imagine
I needed more so I dreamt on
And on
Prayed before I laid
I hope I’d see her again
Night turned into day
Too soon
Day dreaming just wasn’t the same
So I smiled as the moon came
Journey through the pillow
Wishing it would bring me closer
How could I want her?
She came to me in my dreams only once
What an obsession
How its got me pressing
Anxious now I can’t sleep
She’s not real, how could I be in this deep?
Bring her to life.
I swore if I saw her
She’d change my sight
To see things clearer is what I long for
She’s what I’m preparing my
Mind, Body and spirit for.

The Fitting

From my back I’ll be lifting
SO when I’m drifting into the sea of uncertainty
My core is strong with no shifting
Of my ideals because my propensity of inequity
Is as inevitable as the intensity of evil I see
Upon the horizon of great change of bigger and better thangs
If I remain the same, or came up lame even when the challenge remained
I’d regret allowing the net of fowler’s snare
Create this despair with no repair
So as inevitable as my blank stare lingers
When taking heed is on the end of my fingers
I’d call on the ringer of all ringers
To shake the man in the mirror
To make things just a little bit clearer
But still I fear her
This beautiful yet unknown future
Will I suit her?
Or will she spit me out
I could say I knew her
But what good does it do to have seen the light
If I don’t follow it, how can I take flight
Remiss this plight I feel we now find alright
Because its ours, you don’t have to stay in your mess
Increasingly sleeping on a present situation
You wonder why your blessing is swept
Under the rug because its you that slept
Off the path, its not that you’re inept
You fret because you’re afraid to take that first step
So increasingly I change my propensity to slack
Taking more then one step back to see the things I lack
For if I can address this broken record
And not listen to this played out track
Keep my mind, soul and body intact
I’ll meet this horizon of great change
And rearrange my blank page
Lay down this rage,
Release my soul from this cage
Pour it out like the water of a cascade
Til then I’ll be lifting
Because in this sea of uncertainty
They’ll inevitably be shifting
Rest assured they’ll be twisting
But from this comes the triumph of the fitting.

Comfortably Agitated

Discomfort equals agitation. Once you are agitated, you have a decision to make, you relieve that agitation or you grit and bear it. We have all been in a situation where we recognize we need to move, but that itch or agitation is bearable enough to stay put. You can relate this to anything, dead-end job, bad relationship, etc. Often times, the fear of the unknown, the fear of failure or complacency keep us from relieving ourselves of bad situations.

It’s all about tolerance. If you can tolerate the agitation you current state is pressing upon you for whatever reason, you’re less likely to move out of it. For example, the turning point in a relationship that is on its way to ending. Certain things that didn’t bother you before bother you. Doubt sets in about whether this person is for you or not. However, this is overrun by the fear of being alone. You may be so intertwined with that person and their life that getting out will cause more discomfort. Maybe you just don’t want to start over again. Transition and change are always scary, but can be exciting. Sometimes it’s just your time to move on, whatever the situation may be. Discomfort is not always bad.

Comfort or complacency equals stagnation. We’ve all been there too. Things are comfortable in our lives. We are decent. Things can always be going better, but things are alright. We fall into the mediocre. Our job isn’t what we dreamed of, but at least we are working (some people don’t have jobs). Billy treats Sue like crap sometimes, belittles her on occasion, but he provides for her and plans to marry her in the next ten years. We often get caught in the daily grind, and our hopes and aspirations get lost in the shuffle. Complacency has the tendency to kill innovation, stifle creativity, and destroy progression. But, comfort is not always bad either.

I am convinced that living with a good balance of discomfort and comfort is key to living life to the fullest. Yes, I am making ends meet, and I am provided for, but I want more. Yes, I’m comfortable in this relationship, but has it become stagnate? Am I settling? I’m comfortable living in my hometown, but are there opportunities elsewhere that I should pursue. I don’t advocate creating discomfort in your life, but if it is the byproduct of a pursuit towards something greater, welcome and embrace it.

Reserves

We were in the thick of things if you will
As thick as thieves with a sleeve full of tricks
Hearts as heavy as bricks
Always on the up and up never slick
But she clipped out all the good and left the average man
So my warm welcomes turned to cold goodbyes
Open arms to folded ones
Come hither stares to barely there
Falling out of love is slow and painfully draining
Dark clouds loom we both waiting for it to start raining
State of emergency call in the reserves

Howd you get away never though I’d see the day
I’d look back and regret
I wish I could go back to when we met
Nervous cold sweat
You swept no fret two stepped into
My world
Heavy heart
Cold shoulder
Too sharp
Don’t harp on your past
I wasn’t there don’t
Give up
Give us
One chance
To erase this damaged warped view of the world
Perhaps maybe
Let go
Bag lady,
You’re going to hurt your chance
Carrying all those those bags like that.
Love me
Change me
Keep hope
In your mind without it, you’ll feel numb
Can’t you see the good
In you
Shine bright
Hold tight
We’ve got the world to conquer
One step
Two minds
Your heart
Trust me.

Stripped

I stripped down
I’ve walked a thousand miles in my shoes
So I strip down to my bare feet
Take a while to feel the grass beneath
I walked and wore my soles down
Soul searching until I kneeled down
Unlaced from the less important things
Retraced my journey to learn from the things I have seen
Life is lived in the grays
Infinite shades
We say, live day-by-day
But we all live today with tomorrow in mind
If not you’ll fall behind
To catch a ride on a meaningful journey
Can I buy a ticket?
We’re all unfit, the blind leading the blind
I can’t retrace the steps he’s taking
The blind have many faces
Many qualms, different color palms
Embrace them.
Because we all are just living
Retrace the steps of father time
We all live lives, until we die.
I pray when I look back and retrace my steps
I dug deep
Will I ever sleep?