Your attention is caressing the narcissist in me
The shallow pits of my belly
The echoes of words aimed to flatter
The obsession with things that do not matter
Get me off of your pedestal
This queen needs no throne
Simple keep me warm on nights
I choose not to sleep alone
Your confessions are so absent to me
This is what has happened to me
I’ve traveled my roads well till they’ve worn
I’ve been crucified but now reborn
I’ve come back to haunt you
Convince you that I want you
Won’t it be a crying shame
When you wake up screaming my name
This is reincarnation
Revenge at its best
You’ll have no way to recognize my face
As it lies blushed on your chest
You’ll take this one for the team
You’ll take it any time any where
You’ll keep your eyes out for me
Your glorified worst nightmare
I’m sad to say
But this is the way
This is the way we roll
We spit venom into your eyes
And sting the beast between your thighs
All is fair in love
So die motherfucker
We know what we came for.
Bury your head in your hands
You are so mediocre and typical beyond words
You shuffle your feet with the rest of the sheep
Moving through life in a herd
You wanna drag me down to your level
Persuade me that my dreams are only dreams
Well, I’m not that easily sold
Not by any way or any means
I thought you were so different
I swore you could rise above
Hell, I even thought that I
Could save you with my love
You wouldn’t believe my shock
Or foresee my deep dismay
To learn that after all
A will doesn’t constitute a way
I thought you were so eccentric
A thinker on your own
Now your radical ideas and beliefs
You’re so comfortable to disown
You’re so disarrayed now
And completely disjointed
Your lack of faith is nothing short
Of a severe disappointment
I was so impressed
And taken by you
That time literally froze
But now I can see
You’re just a sheep parading around
In wolves clothes
Smoke in the room
Fire is below
We’ll be leaving soon
Before the others know
The flames are dancing
We’re drinking ourselves sick
Sing to me if you can sing
The air is getting thick
I was just
Wondering if this party will end
The music is
Thundering, I’m making a new friend
But I’m tired of all my friends
They make me feel more alone
I would rather go home
The glamour, the glimmer
We’re hammered, but we’re thinner
Than everyone else in the room
Off-camera, we’re bitter
But well-mannered and fitter
Than everyone else, we assume
Glamour, oh my dear
Cock-sucking dirty whore
You’re quite a sight in the right light
I bet you’ve heard that line before
I’ve watched you take my friends
Cried as you took my lovers
I’ve lost some of them
From underneath the covers
I’ll let you come near
I’ll let you sit with me
But there’s no vessel for you here
So do not bullshit with me
Take my neck and choke me
And I will stop hoping
To see the light, so holy
I don’t want to die slowly
This is a carnival
At the lights, I marvel
Hands in the air
Wind in my face
I think I love this place
I am going for a ride
To the darker side of things
Knowing deep inside
I haven’t got the wings
To fly this far from here
I’m just crazy
Creating dimensions and illusions
Translating my confusion into
Wars that are so ugly
Bruised by purpose and my fate
Don’t kiss me, don’t touch me
I’m ready to release the gates
Perfection is an amateur night at the mic
The best shot
At the whole lot
At the hopelessness of sight
I’ll be no prisoner to this passion
I’ll wait not a second more
I’ll exit where these gates once stood
Where a fortress towered before
Because I ride my own horse
I am the first and last daughter
And I haven’t got time for you to tell me
How you’ve been walking on water
What if I told your father
The things you have been saying
What if I exposed this city
To the games you have been playing
It’s a sweet routine
You’ve got going on
I’m ashamed that I’ve been seen
Gliding along
I see heaven in your eyes
I feel angels behind your breath
I taste life on your precious lips
And in your absence, I taste death
Dreams of you are knocking
Beckoning me back to sleep
Where I lay safe in your arms
In your love’s keep
This feeling makes me want to
Dissolve down for you
Revolve around you
For Heaven is not out of reach
With you by my side
You capture my reality
And these two worlds collide
Come to me and consume me
Release me from this hell
For you’re a piece of heaven
A true angel
From all I can tell
Justify your insanity one more time to me
Use this excuse of my misuse of your heart
Serenade me, Satan, yes it’s fine by me
Tear yourself open over this, tear yourself apart
Listen, there’s no easy way to say
It’s not me, it’s you
Keeping those tormenting thoughts at bay
Existing solely to
Antagonize my every move
Like you didn’t know that when you love you lose
We do not exist
And you cannot make this
Your personal psychotic playground
So this time please just stay down
The calm before the storm
Is strolling down my street
Whistling a familiar tune
How it sounds like defeat
No choice but to swallow the breeze
Let my muscles numb
And fall to my knees
Disaster is a numbered force
Marching through the walls
And you are, but one of course
Standing lonesome when it calls
What is there to do
With this mess now left behind
Perhaps you should sort through
Who knows what you might find
Strength could be buried there
Disguised in tragedy
Wisdom could be buried there
Disguised by all you see
The corners turn quick but the tale is age old
You left me with a kiss
But I predicted this betrayal
And then along came your alibi
Dressed in a tailored suit of lies
Decked in the finest things from hell
You serve whomever tolls the bell
I’m scratching at the walls again
Bleeding in my own absence
You call devotion self righteousness
Filed under: 2009, ACROSTIC, RHYMING | Tags: argument poetry, divorce, divorce poetry, poetry, seeing eye to eye, split poetry, splitting up
This tacit argument has got its claws
Holding onto my throat
In my defense, you’ve got no cause
So when my body floats
Awaken the priests to come and see a
Reproduction of what you wanted inside
Tell them God has forsaken me
Make them believe your lies
All I want is silence.
Kitsch from your neighborhood keeps me awake.
Expectingly, I would mind this.
Seasoned in predictable distaste for
Manipulation.
Everything you’ve worked for, if
Humble, is fine by me.
In that, we stumble, on what’s been stirring our feet.
Grab your bags and we’ll draw a line
Half of all this shit is mine.
Filed under: 2009, ACROSTIC, RHYMING | Tags: flaneur, poetry, the life of the artist, the man, the path less taken, the road less taken
Mocking the detached flaneur
On her back, back in the grass
Really wishing to be her
Naming the clouds as they pass
In your suit and on your way
Never once lifting your chin
God, it’s good to die today
God, it’s good to live in
Lacunas black and suffocating
Obdurate men there sleep
Recklessly adulterating
Youthful streams beneath
But there will come a time for
Relegation of the weak
It’ll wash their bones to shore
Not one dam will keep
Graves will take you
Mercilessly
Eternally make you
Guilty; cursing the sea
Rot while alive if you choose
All day until you die if you choose
Your clouds don’t have to move.
There is a path we’re burrowing down
Holding onto our outdated maps
Even your taste for wanton desertion won’t
Put your spirits back
On the top of this daunting hill
In its free-falling glory
Never will you be still
Telling this story
In rancor I’ll leave you there
Struggling to find your way
Wanderlust will then
Have you until your dying day
All along you’ve claimed
That you wanted it like this
Amatory pursuits aside
Go on then and take it like it is
And never again will you find
Implacable grace, not on this path
Not with all I now know you lack
Simple afternoons have a certain air
Tasteless and aimless, they aren’t prepared
Overturning leaves stir damp soils beneath
Pause and march on, as if you did not see
Guilt from yesterday, wet and in your face
If suffering is relative, make it go away
Venom with each word, drips down your chin
I believe we’d all prefer that you suck it back in
No one cares to bother with you these days anymore
Girls are figuring out the only thing you’re good for
You’re golden with black inside
Outer shine designed to hide
Unspeakable betrayals of the heart and tongue
Reckless detachment will one day come
Sneaking up behind you to stab you in the back
Every wrong will rightfully find you and dig into your black
Loosen your ambivalence and call it what it is
Fast-building arrogance manifests itself like this
Serenading lines are best left behind
Obvious and gross, we are no longer so blind
Masking your selfishness with love is cruel
Universal laws will someday pull
Corners together to build walls where they belong
Halving the free from those hanging on
Clearance will be made for those who’ve meant what they’ve said
Redemption won’t be had for the living dead
Embarrassing the spirit and beauty in the truth
Does the mirror ever ask questions of you?
Is it working for you, bent and manipulated
Trying to deny your self-obsession is what leaves you lonely and hated.
Stretch your muscles
They’re tight from last night
You’re an aching soldier
With a new day to fight
There are already wrinkles gathering at your eyes
After hearing your story, I can’t say I’m surprised
These days the sun only mocks you
Each time you’ve thought you put it to sleep
Each time you told the dark a secret
You’ve no longer got a secret to keep
Button up your coat
and weigh yourself with arms
You haven’t got a choice but to go
And since you’ve barely even got a heart
It shouldn’t matter what they do to you out there.
And my hands betray my heart
On a daily basis
It wouldn’t be this hard
If the mirror didn’t have so many faces
But I push you out the door
The cold standing on my neck
I don’t want you anymore
Nor do I want this regret
That’s been pushing through my mind
Always swimming toward the surface
I’ve been gone all this time
But these words are worthless
I never want to meet anyone in Brooklyn again
I don’t want to find out that you two are friends
I’ll be slumped in a chair with a case to defend
On how you’ve ruined all my interest in men
I’ve got a plan to take myself out on dates
And I won’t have to worry about the train running late
Cause neither me nor myself will be expected to wait
For you on your way to commiserate
They say I give you too much power
When I let you make me cry
But they don’t know shit cause you make me wanna die
So I’d say I’ve kept some power as long as I’m alive
Filed under: 2009, RHYMING | Tags: baggage, love poetry, new beginnings, poetry, resolution, sad poetry
Sometimes the wind just blows
And I never seem to know if I will follow
It started to rain, so I waited for the pour
With my cheek cemented on an old friend’s floor
And I didn’t want to sleep cause I didn’t want to dream anymore
My legs must get so tired of me
I bet my piling baggage gets heavy
In the morning, there was coffee made
And under its black, I dug my grave
I crawled into a caffeine high
And told him to leave me there ’til I died
Of course an old friend would never oblige
Old friends see straight through your lies
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is everywhere
He is where my mind is
But my heart don’t wanna go back there
He wasn’t right for me, but no one ever was
And I’d rather lie to myself, than never be in love
New friends don’t always see your lies
They walk right past them sometimes
The newest friends are always the most blind
And they tend to be my favorite kind
They hold so much trust in their open hand
Makes me sad I can’t be who they think I am
So I went wild and cursed a lot
Cried until my eyes were bloodshot
An old friend told me nothin’ was actually wrong
Accused me of makin’ it up for the sake of a song
So I drove west into the sun
Didn’t bother to call anyone
Showed my face in my hometown
Where everyone can see why I’ve really been down
“That city is killing you”
“Those people are so cold”
“Get back to where you started before you’re wasted and old”
He’d love to think I’d have him marry me
But I just needed an accomplice to help bury these
Half and non truths beneath the coffee’s black
He was a new friend without a spine in his back
So I twisted and made believe
That the resistance was foreplay for the reprieve
I was blind, but now I see
All that baggage is bad for your knees
