I sit and stare at less than life
Staring up into the opacity
And beams to support this structure
Lighted lamp posts on the inside
Critters on the wall
Cells and cells
Columned windows to less than life
Images only
Not to smell or taste or to tough
Only to stare at
From three feet of space
The same as thousands of miles away
To wrinkle land
But still only to watch
Only to stare
Windows only highlight my prison
But I am caught in the dream of it all
Give hours to nothing
At least I can see you
Staring up into your opacity
Seeking ventilation like air you help me breath fake air
Give me a place to dream to
With beams to support this structure
Cue the violins
Sometimes I can hear
Like escaping footsteps through wrinkled land
When I sit, still
And stare at nothing
Decided
To shoot by love
Since some girl taught me
I can’t choose my love
So I take my watch off
The light still on
Alarm don’t ring
I set on snooze
No charms, no rings
I’m dead on cool
If she don’t concede, she can leave
Right
Right
Somebody tell me that I’m right
Come on
I been goin at it like this too long to be wrong
The time I’ve lost, cannot be re-won
Cannot re-wound
Cannot rebound-ed
U-cate me on how
I’m supposed to be better than I was,
Right now
When what don’t move
Only makes me refuse to budge
Look, I ain’t that used to love
Aight
So grudge if you want,
Cause we broke off salty
A couple showers always got your smells off me
But the tears that leave the taste the longest
End up being the bitter ones
So I always feel more acquitted than a quitter
And if you ask me
My way makes sense
Even saves a dollar
Man that’s 2 for 1
Is when we get done and she ain’t out
Like she might as well be
Haven’t met anybody I wasn’t willing to give up on
So I get a little jaded with the old love songs
I'm unfinished
Just returned from the #Annual Fall Fest (greek step show). It was a good show, my last show as a student actually. There was a young lady there that I know. She's physically beautiful. I don't know her heart or mind yet so I reserve unbrideled praise of her 'beauty'. My advisor made a comment the other day about how I short-change myself socially. For whatever reason, I'm not getting out there enough. Lesson Maybe
I'll jog first. My purpose in creating this blog started off rather selfishly. I think now though, that it may prove helpful, at least entertaining for you too. Rather than a peeved journal, or specialized hitlist, my aim is set "Publish Post" squarely on inspiration. Let's leave it up there and not confine this post to any specific genre. Whatever passion, whichever river flows through thoroughly will be channeled and posted. Here's a poem that came while I was in a 12-passenger van with a few college mates on my way to a conference. It's titled,
Sun in my eyes, I am America
I smell freedom
I hear justice
I have tasted tear-laden honey
I have felt the heavy hand on my shoulder
I walk on blades of glass
I run the risk
A singular article to follow us
This in my chant
This is my compass
This is my compassion.
A song
A psalm
A prayer to the heavens
Sun in my eyes, I am America
Goodmorning