I've written poetry since I was a kid. Many times, it is easier for me to express myself through my writing than through verbal communication. . I believe that we are one and others are experiencing much of the same things that I am. Some of the things I write about, I haven't experienced myself, but, I've felt it through my loved ones intimately. I write as an expression of the human experience. I write because I believe we all have our own answers within
How you gonna shoot us up?
What’s your revolution?
Militia man fighting a war with your ego,
You ain’t following my constitution.
Carry your gun in your house, not in mine.
I know our life is divine.
I ain’t got no beef with you.
Your war is with your mind.
Put your Genie in a bottle and
Cork that shit!
May you find peace, in time.
Song, Sing my soul Soul, Sing my song I have waited far too long I have subverted my very being Seeking, but never seeing Remembering past criticisms And Believing the Hype They were wrong God was right My belly is bursting My skin is ripe Ready to create New life That is authentically mine
Have you had your pain today? Does an apple take the taste away? Are we here to push the boundaries or float upon the surface? Shall we dare to drown in our fear only to come up for air violently gulping a piercing knot of pain into our gut? The pain is never enough. My desires are fed by the searing pain of not-enoughness. I shall forgive my parents for not giving me everything that I want. No, I thank my parents because that pain caused me to achieve my goals of college and entrance into the world of work. I embrace pain. I clench my fists and grind my teeth in anticipation of the pain that will allow me to swallow my pride and guide my eyes to all that is right. Wrong cuts like a knife and then there is pain. My sweet, beautiful, bloody pain that seeps into my heart out through my pulmonary valve to feed my soul. Ahh… there I grow again.
I must Remember that
I am Overflowing with
I will Give
What do you do when you lose?
Do you wallow in your losingness?
Do you paint a pathetic smile onto your face
Even when it is not OK?
Maybe you just brush yourself off,
And keep on going.
The fact that you don’t give up,
No matter what,
Makes you a winner.
Mounting the colossal heap of madness that existed in the paradox of my mind
I implanted the flag of victory, waving gently over the landmines of my soul.
Madness had suffered another blow.
Reality glowed with the newness of the sunrise.
Hope glistened in the shadows of my doubts.
If only for a moment.