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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

where does IT lead you?


this work?

will iT


if i


Will iT completely


can i pick iT back up?

if by chance





what if iTs

all in my head

and i run out of luck

will reverse psychology

pick iT back up




i hope

but what if




i know what IT is


i myself

make my own



let IT flow

like wide windows and doors

fully open

dont ever






no time

to have to search for a key



and never mind who ever



we cant stop to smell the flowers when routine has us dragging ass

today is the first day

of the rest of our lives,

but soley if today

we choose to cut the ties,

of what often holds us down

covered and drenched in lies,

unnoticed if unspoken

please open your eyes wide,

the worst of us is normally

what we try to hide,

which doesn’t last very long

if we swallow enough pride,

our digestive systems give out

like the wind pushing sails and strong tides,

searching forever for more

on something special to find,

but that can’t keep our attention at bay

until we figure out how to make time,

but time who has it any way

when we’re too busy and in a rush to die….

the king sits lonely again, in a circle full of unfamiliar friends

another day

another sigh,

another long

tiring night,

holding on

for raw strength

only letting go

with more lies,

so many bitter tears

have reached the lashes

of my eyes,

i am

 often the villain

but this time

 i cant find,

any more reason

to bark

or to bite,

they’ve taken me

off the throne

that i held

for only as long

as they liked,

not to demean

 but to be

a not to far

away light,

but apparently

they want me

in the open space

so that my soul can hide


ive been packing



to a not so friendly

familiar place

I had been debating,

on whether or not

to do it

the recession is still effecting,

the future shifts

I take

allow me to feel the past chasing,

I just pray

to God

that his favor (stays if not) kicks in,

in time for me

and not the enemies

im afraid of facing,

I know like any man

with a laundry list

of things that are forever tempting,

that the uphill battle

with sticks and stones

don’t hit me harder than empty words laying roads beyond the pavement,

I just hope

my faith

is what will keep evil prevented,

from making any of my dents

visible or not

from being augmented,

what was in darkness

will be brought to light

and a sinner seeking redemption

you build up what you focus on

if I sit back

and reminisce

my mind can go

into an endless abyss

of all of our moments

and all the things  that we’ve did

which I know isn’t too healthy

but I don’t wanna let go of iT

I just hope the rest of my spring  cleaning

gets more done then just get stuck on this

where does the time go when life continues to roll

oh how the time passes

while my infamous of actions

drag slower than molasses

im forever sitting right in the middle of life’s lecturing classes

constantly wiping off the tears from my bifocal allure of glasses

that aggravation escalates and often violently trashes

the conclusion I was so close to finally grasping

what did I do to have Allah/Jahova damn iT

then all calms down once my face embraces cold water splashes