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The next Move



I have iT

in my hands,

I want to do

something with it

but im scared

so I stand,

not too sure

on my next move

damn the feeling of feeling damned,

she fell right

into my palm

but to bother her

I can’t,

I fidget

feeling rigid

 I AM a Richard

I’m the man,

the king in me

is humbled

and I bow

as if on holy land,

that doesn’t mean

I don’t attempt

but every kick

is caught by another hand,

that assures me

somethings going to happen

but it’s not

what I have planned,

so all the more

does it make me mad

and all the more

do I demand,

for more

oh this whore

has me heated

and then a fan,

hovers over and cools me off

I’m put off

and forget

why I heavily pant,

once I sit

all the way down

I can now

figure out my next dance

Do The Trick

There’s so much that I try to process
That doesn’t totally click,
However the mind can’t grasp
If the heart for it doesn’t stick,
I want to fill:be the void
But I slip right through it like jive talk onto something slick,
Wanting to get to the center of the tootsie pop
Never took so many licks,
Never in my life have I gotten what I wanted
After not having to throw any fits,
I don’t mean to complain
It’s just mind boggling/it’s a trip,
God is certainly good
I’m just the one being a bitch,
For not looking for a permanent solution
And just Settling for a quick fix,
I’ve known for a while now
What doesn’t settle doesn’t mix,
“My heart isn’t running right
It just needs a little kick,

Will you
Do the trick?”

Took The Jump

she’s not wild

but she is free,

heard the loud warnings (they all yelled not whispered at her)

yet still she took her chance with me,

realized people have biased opinions

and the only way to really/truly see,

is to not have any thing in the way

leaving cluttered thoughts in the walls of closed minded buildings,

for truth you must look out side of the box

passed the fine print and purposely left clues for meaning,

she took ethe jump she took the leap

all premeditated thoughts were let go, they were let free

Superman Of Love


I feel like

I don’t know

my own strength, 

its hard

to be humble

when your able

to skate,

right through

the doors

pasts the guards

at the gate,

more then

doubling your record time

is it my doing?

or is it fait?

ive loved

so very much

how can I

be deserving of the same,


only see my flaws

how can others

see my strength?

ive lost count

on how much

I have given

and how much ive dared to dream and take,

im not always

dealing with a full deck

so I eat

everything on the plate,


mine or not

if it’s there

it must mean its the same,

I take

it all in

from the awesome times

to those of tearing pain,


they bicker back and fourth

at each other

filling up my brain,

with doubt

and with fear

that im going

against the grain,

 leaving cuts

on my throat

on my cheek

from the very close shave,


I press too hard

I go to far

am I retarded, am I insane?


I say hurtful things

when I’m simply

trying to explain,

my thoughts

on a subject

I thought couldn’t be

any more plain,


non linear parables

with outside subject matter

that may not normally pertain,

to whats going on but to me

it makes sense

to others

a migraine,

which makes me

wonder even more

why others

even put up with my campaign,

I have no money

all I have to give is love

so when I’m distant

its like I all the more short change,

so god bless

the women

that put up with

my minds frame,

further explaining

why after shedding the pounds

that I thought

kept said opposite sex away,

has done nothing

but make me seem

even more conceded

with the awesome craziness I believe I have and I crave,

 for my signficant other

be patient

be strong

and grab your leash because I want/need to be tamed,


is to superman

what love is to man

already meek and lame

Your Attention

My Dear

you very much

have my attention,

which is a grand feat

since my mind is often in suspension,

mostly in the clouds

usually searching for something beyond the heavens,

wondering plenty of things

that right now may not be relevant,

but just in case

later on brings us to a moment,

where it’s just us

and where ever we go lays down the pavement,

of all that is right now

will be happily accepted as payment,

for all those lonely nights & missing pieces

tears dry after atonement,

I make mistakes

when I rush in fear of neglectance,

my mind following suit/jumping ship

skipping steps already asking for forgiveness,

planning to sell out

for said angel or possible temptress.

oh the rush of things

that come to me with your attention

taking off the band aid


I don’t want iT to hurt

but I know that iT will,

I can say the nicest of things

but that doesn’t change the way iT will feel,

I can only be honest

I can only aim to be real,

reality is in the eye of the believer

and this just may just break the deal,

they say you can’t satisfy everyone

I know that’s definitely true,

you want to make sure the left side is covered

without making your right side feel like your being rude,

that’s enough stress to want to forget them both

since you can’t control what the other says or do,

blood is thicker than water

mix them together and you get some shit stew