Posts Tagged ‘ future ’

Oh Won’t You Be My Neighbor

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I keep
my self busy
To
distract
the holy lonely.
I try my best,
Not to
think of you…

The itch
scratches at me
Like it’s my
one & only.
So like
an old habit,
I reach
for you…

The past visits
with
temptation
baring gifts.
Giving me
the feels,
Like I got
nothing better to do….

I sit and I stare
As I
adore you
At work,
You never
Look back.
Making me worry
what I mean
To you…

I look into
The mirror
Reflecting my
Thoughts
a bit deeper,
And no one
can prove
That they’re not true…

So like
A good
Neighbor
Who stitches
Dreams
& concepts together,
i can’t picture
Any sweater
That’ll fit me
Much better
Than you….

Freaks & Geeks

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I never liked
All That

can be canned

And buried
In the weight of the fat

That the little lamb

Backed up to the back

Where the legions of wounds
And undertones
Sway in the facts

Hating labels
descriptions
And intentionally
misleading
Little Pats
on the back

Compliments
Know nothing
Other than

Stroke
the ego
found in our flesh traps

Specifically designed
To cause reasons
To react

I love
So much
I apply
A little more than a dab

Science meets definition
While Catching me
In the middle of the explanation/act

MadMan

Self interest

highly addicted

overly medicated

mom tested & kid approved,

wearing all the template faces

reflecting off

the many moods

of all the moons,

this is different

the weeks been twisted

woe to what sexy mixed in

& to what Elohim showed through & proved,

 even though

my mind knows better

my flesh wants what is clever

and to satisfy its worldly womb,

a little to drink

a lot to smoke

taking away the powers to think

about our close approaching/appending doom,

I await with a smile and a peace sign

something pretty on my lap/raw hide

when really all that is needed is my  bible app

and patience for these wounds to soothe

#MadMan

Still not use to it

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Who am I to be
Somebody that you
Can fall in love with,

I don’t fancy
My self anything
Let alone what’s on the surface,

My thoughts
Often they jump
To many things to keep up & hold with

No matter how
It looks right now
All evil stems from the first of serpents,

not to sure
And how to word it
But It’s still gnarly to believe

Loves available for
Misinterpretation
From the far reaches of the sea,

Right here
And right now
How lucky is this person/me,

Usually anything
Worth really having
Has been really far from me

The devil
Has made this loyal servant
Something to sink into and teeth,

Barely fueling
Off the ruling
I’m hot on fire for a need

That isn’t any inch
Of righteous
but right now I can’t see,

Anything At all
Because my awe
Has only left a mighty ring

Around my heart
Souring all interaction with any person
Place or thing ,

Ladies please
Contain your selves

I’m still not use to it
Being this Mack pimp dweeb

In The Scene

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She’s a beauty
She’s a delight
But she’s heavy
In the scene,
That I’ve come
So far away from
And What took so long
For me to leave,
It’s too easy to
get back Up in To iT
with Old comrades
that Still haven’t seen,
A difference in
the Rays of light
Partly because I
Keep flipping teams,
Going back and forth
From the land of honey
And the space
Of broken dreams,
Most represent
Something
That I myself
Want nothing to do with or have a connection in between,
Bad company
Good times
The same old
Scheme of things,
Falling victim
Isn’t really falling
When it’s the bread crumbs that we laid
that get us following back into our old routine,

ohhh LORD, what a scene

The Girl WIth The Bow On Her Head

the week started

at such an inconvenience,

after what I assume was a drunk driver

hit my parked car leaving before I could witness their cameo appearance,

leaving me without a vehicle

relying on public transportation to get where I needed,

thus started my busking adventures

running into characters my wild imagination not desperately needed,

some adding to the stereo types

crack cocaine had often feeded,

others reigniting what my heart

had already forgotten and deleted,

something like the war somewhere back east

bombed out and depleted,

was my hope for love at first sight

then out of no where we had finally meeted,

sharing the same shaky metro

across from me was where she was seated,

me nervously unable to speak to her

a note in which I wrote in a hurry was what was needed,

to express my interest in her choice of the apparel she used to express herself

we thus then fourth proceeded,

to talk about our lives, common interests

asking way more questions than what was actually needed,

for a first time meeting

yet some how we proceeded,

until we arrived to our destination

which coincidentally is where we both have been living,

only a few blocks away but never knowing the other fiending

for a connections that was shared for a split second of gleaming,

when he had the courage to ask the girl with the bow on her head for a picture

and she used his phone to call her father to alert her nearing,

never to see each other again

until she retraced her steps and future windows opened up a bit more clearly

The Chase

constantly

forever

never

ending,

seeing

angels and demons

in the flesh

at the wrong time, perfect setting,

engraving

into the soul

wisdom of fear

so one is never forgetting,

how close

the far away

from believable

has got you sweating,

tangible  

prophetic

all signs

point to YES,

trying your hardest

to lawyer the mind

on what and why

somethings burning right through your chest,

the soul

wont let it go

the wicked never get

any rest,

dragged up and down all around

the long hour days

hiding from

our own mess,

of  the torture

and the chase

iT is

but a test