Posts Tagged ‘ still ’

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….

Team Cray Cray

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I don’t know why

I do

The things
that I do…

An age old question

I should be
tired

Of having
to
reuse…

Now,
I’ve been told
That

I lack
common sense
&
May have a
few/couple,
screws loose…

I don’t want to believe

But after so long

Of using

The same
old
excuse….

I’ve come
to the
conclusion

That I really know not
The things
that I
do….

Surprise hides not
When I see
the outcome
Of my imagination
Alone
In an empty room….

With desert like
Illusions
And a thirst
That senses water
Going through
This shiny
noose…

(GodKnows)
I mean only
Beauty
In the truth….

One time’in, again…

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I didn’t mean to.
I didn’t.
Then again.
I didn’t
Say no,
Either.

suspended

crooked

corrupt

unfair

unjust,

woe

to what choice

and greed

has taken me away from,

humble beginnings

of barefoot

walks

on rough,

gravel

that has allowed me

to appreciate

a soft touch,

and in

that essence

it makes everything

“never enough”,

for having to

wait so long

I feel some sort of

entitlement,

not accurately

accounting

for every cause

and where iT is spent,

being blessed

abundantly

yet not wanting

to pay rent,

ignoring what others are due

further postponing the dew

that I long for

from  every touching my lips,

revelations

walk freely

my everything however

remains suspended

awkward movement

I think

its hilarious

and interesting

just how

the world

turns,

I AM

more arrogant

than the

elephant in the room

but my blunt

slowly burns,

like the opposite

of an anorexic

cutie

who fattened up/didn’t throw up

and little by little

developed curves,

and that

confidence

shows up

at the wrong time

like

‘what balls”

‘what nerve”,

I needed strength

on that date

she needed swav

I gave her a

half assed nerd,

angry

with my self

a bitter creamy taste

self expired

and soft served,

oh well

I guess

I’ll go on

about my business

doing  the robot

as I

make my moves

 hitting these corners & curves,

hoping

to one day

I bump into  my fellow/matching

weird ass

dance around

to break the ice

type  of girl

Still Soul Thirsty

iT pants

and

iT pants

whats

long-lasting

and

quenches  thirst?

one tries

to make

minor changes

but iT

usually

only makes things

worse,

abundant

when giving others

energy

but iT drains

self

like a drink on its last slurp,

is this that

yang

to the yin

of being gifted

with a curse,

is not

the medic

service intended

to heal

and

to nurse?

to give a slap

across the ass

encourage

to get out there

and work,

your faith

has made you

strong

so go on

 and

show off

your worth,

like gills

that have gone

dry

breathing iT

makes iT

hurt,

missing

a LOVE

that completes

giving an understanding

beyond a simple soft serve,

woe to how hard iT is

when the body is full

and iTs only

your soul

that

 thirsts

do your stuff

I know

we have

to try

but

sometimes

trying

isn’t enough,

the thought

of having

to try

sounds like

succeeding

maybe

just a bluff,

that’s why

from now on

im going to do

as if doing

was a gear

to life’s manual transmission

and the stick is stuck,

I just pray

what ever comes

in or around

my way

only makes me

quicker to respond

and even more tough…

to all those

doing….

best of luck,

if luck has nothing do with iT

then go on

and do your stuff