The Beginning...

HER SIDE

He said he’d call
Yet I’m sitting here
Not so patiently waiting
For nothing
I mean
It’s only been 3 days
72 hours
4320 minutes
Nothing
Did I hallucinate the vibes
Maybe he’s just not that into me
Although he should be
I mean have you seen me
It should have been his pleasure to meet me
And his honor to have even gotten the secret code
To ring my phone
And yet
Nothing
He wasn’t that damn fine anyway
Club lights create illusion
When mixed with the haze of minor intoxication
I mean who does he think he is anyway
Because when he does call
I’m going to play the disinterested
Too late sorry negro role
Could I have given him the wrong number
No
How dare he have me waiting
By this phone
3 days
72 hours
4320 minutes later
For
Nothing

- Zette


HIS TAKE

She didn’t have to get my hopes up
Flirting, dancing giving me insight into her life
And although it was dim in the club I saw her light
I was hesitant to get her secret code
I loathe the idea of “Game”
But I was genuine, but who can tell
I thought she did.
I didn’t want to call her right then and there
To see if her code was real
That’s lame.
I couldn’t even wait the customary 48 hours
It was only 32…
Just to get, “China Pan Buffet, how may I help you?”
DANG!
I was hungry so I had to order.
I wrote this poem on my napkin.
I mean who does she think she is anyway?
There was a haze of minor intoxication
Maybe I heard the wrong number?
72 hours later
I got my hopes up
For
Nothing

- Walt

9 TO 5

I tied one dollar to each side of my bed post
Since it seemed to be the thing that runs through my head the most
Id pray it wouldn't thrwart these dreams to see the things unseen
And the American American American scheme
Since that's all it seems to be
I work and live life just to work away the strife
A starving artist with love for a craft has to sit back with not
enough funds to buy a calc good thing he took calc
so he could do life's math
a subject they didn't teach in 4th period
And I'm too serious
Life's math quickly adds up to more than what's in my pocket
Because all the things I wanted don't come from a trust fund on my
rich dad's wallet
80s baby with 70s soul, now that's solid
And what's jive is the need to work a 9 to 5 to live a lie
And that's a lie that says I'm happy
Between the days i catch a glimpes of contentment
Which is the real tragedy
I live with resentment for the years i chose contentment

UNTITLED

I changed the channel on my love once,
hit recall now i'm back to
before the love was lust, lost.
Now at night I toss,
I felt a buzz as I lay there,
reached for my phone but it was a pager there,
true story.
I guess I took it back.
I awoke from a shallow sleep,
thought of you and faded chest deep.
I'm wading in the water,
but I'm fading fast,
still dreaming you haunt me in my sleep
I only miss you because I wish I didn't feel this way,
you let me go because I pushed you,
now i'm begging you to stay.
143s of the past mean nothing now,
love lost is like losing a bet,
I put up my heart.
But doubling down or losing a
round aint nothing like this

LIFE

I live life so that one day I may live the life I've always longed
I dream strong
I must or the hustle and bustle
Will shuffle my dreams between the seams
That seperate living the life I long
Or growing strong
From the toil

TIRING

I want to focus on the love
But the hate has me by the collar
I guess its got me hung
I just wanna see the light
Been in the dark so long
It seems its not within my sight
There’s no positivity when
You’ve got no pot to pee in
What good is it to be locked and loaded
When you don’t have a firing pin
It seems life is only inspiring
When its tiring
I wish I could create with no pain

Not to Mention

Now i know when you said
"Not to mention"
You meant to save that for last
As an exclamation point in your plan to stick to
And though I've had
the opportunity to
Sit through many of these

NOT TO MENTION DISCUSSIONS

I'd rather be licked in the face by a shitzu
Or only have ugly women to kick to
Or get the swine flu
And I know you need to vent
Need someone to whine to
But I'd like to
Focus on fixing this because this relationship is mine too
We're in this together and i signed on the dotted line too
And I could sugar coat this thing
But I know how much you hate to be lied to
Trust I KNOW
You're only 5'2 with enough bite for three K9s times two
Shoot not to mention you've got a 9 too
Now I know you saw how that worked
I meant to mention the 9 and frankly I did it because I was itching to tell
you the truth
That every time I hear a car backfire, after we're riftin
I hit the deck and yell shots fired
You meant it, otherwise you wouldn't have mentioned at all.
I think you just wanna rub it in
So next time mention it all
And if you forget something just say it

Bottle It

I wish I could bottle this feeling
Drink it when i fell from my senses
Meet you for lunch to catch up
Spike your punch
I once said I wouldn't wish this misery on my enemy
But you're better than that
Which is why it hurts when you fell from that
Whatever it is that love's euphoria had me engrossed in
What took me to a point so high
Dropped me from free fall
It feels like you'll lose your lunch
But you haven't eaten in days
And that's it right there
That sick feeling
Right in the pit
Amazing how the emotional manifests
Now its physical and I'm a mess.
Oh how I wish I could bottle this.
I'd sell it to those who have thoughts of going back.
Returning to the scene of your own crime
Fighting the urges you felt right before you fell.
Those thoughts like beautiful torture.
Dancing in your head
That same place you feel your pit churning
To suppress the yearning you hate yourself for feeling
I'd sell it for a little less then your dignity
So you could have it back.

Evolution of a Cheating Heart

Evolution of a Cheating Heart
A need to conquer like Bonaparte?
Two lives once together now a world apart.
Cheating thoughts rewind and replay like syndication
Ripping you from elevation
The pedestal you once stood tall on
Forever tainted because etched in her mind is the painting
Split Screen...
You panting and her at home waiting
The evolution of a cheating heart never contemplates
The sick feeling in the pit
Or the initial fit
Of rage.
Maybe one day she can turn the page
But unlikely
You tied the noose around your trust too tightly
If the initial snap wont kill it
The lingering feeling of tainted intimacy
Will snuff out the flame quicker then no oxygen
So come with me
Imagine when
Imagine how that blow felt
Below the belt
When she found out someone was playing below yours
And because when it rains it pours
It wasn't one of your average run of the mill whores
It was a sister from another mister
A bossom buddy that wanted your cutty
Day and Night
The Lonely Loner seems to free her inhibitions at night
At At At Night.
The evolution of a cheating heart
Whether slow or fast
Burns and scorns the same.
Until it snuffs out pure love's flame.