Free Verse vol. 6

When I sleep
I see my reality
Not only who I am but
Who I want to be
When I am awake
I no longer feel free
I no longer feel me
On this earth
I feel more like a
Winding jewelry box figurine
Look at how it twirls
Hear how it sings
It can only move when
Someone calls for it

I like what it does
But not what it wants to be
Put it back in the box
Until we want to use it
So it’s not confused with
The world it wants
And the world for it

That’s why we dream
To escape the melancholy
We are the dreamineers
Luminaries of consciousness
That is your reality
And their nightmare

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Free Verse vol. 5

We carry these scars
Record of our troubles
Where can the body hold
A record of our joy
The feeling from a perfect view
Gone with the next sight
A touch from our lover
Gone with the next sense
The best food you ever tasted
Gone with the next dish
The best gift you ever received
Gone with the next wish
The only way to store joy
Is to save it in our mind but
Memories come and go
Some we never find
Many scars remain
Even after the fact
Negative memories erase
All of the joy
That’s built up inside
We carry these scars
Embedded in our flesh
Where can the body hold
A record of our joy
We may never know

Broken (11&1/2 Months)

Our love will not last
Don’t throw your stones of hatred
Because I’m made of glass
You see

Let’s meet at your place
We have some things to settle
But I won’t turn my back
To you

How do you know when
A relationship is broken
Your heart shatters like glass
and never words the same

There can be no us
Nothing you do can change that
Playing deadly games
That my soul can’t take

I see through your love
You may not be made of glass but
There is a giant void
Where your heart once stood

You seen my damage
From previous relationships and
You still took advantage
I’m done with you for good

Was it worth it?
Was it worth it!

Free Verse vol. 4

The day of your death
Is more important than your birth
The beginning of my existence
Was started from an accident
My birth was a curse to my parents
She was so close to getting that abortion
Because of this
I live like I don’t exist
What is the point of proving I belong
If it was not meant to be
Despite their mistake
They make the decision to have more kids
First born
Last thought
These feelings I fought through my early days
People all around me
Still I walked a lonely earth
Clouds of judgement raining doubt
On my exposed soul
If I find a way out
I will do what’s right
Not for me but for my parents
So when I die
They will say good things about who I am
And not the mistake I was

Free Verse vol. 3

Do you really see me
Or just look at me
I don’t really see me
Tell me what you see
Do you see a soul
Behind these distressed eyes
A void where my heart lies
The poison my kidneys filter
Time and time again
The redness of my eyes
From the many tears I cried
All the sleepless nights
I’ve had since we met
Cuts under my sleeve
That don’t have time to heal
Do I hide these things that well
Or do you only look at me
Not the pain that I cause
To myself on a daily basis
My soul is testing your subconscious
How can I know if you pass
If you don’t just look at me
And see who I really am
This is not fair of me
To test your soul like that
You chose me after all
That I put you through
Even if we part ways
I will carry the pain of that
But if we are to be one
You would not want to be treated
The way that I treat myself
So this is my plea to you
I can’t do this alone please
Save me from myself
To unite our souls
Until our last breath

Free Verse vol. 2

I just want to wear this gray hoodie
Don’t shoot
I just want to wear this blue shirt
Don’t shoot
I just want to wear this red shirt
Don’t shoot
I just want to wear all black
Don’t shoot

So we hang out in a group
Don’t shoot
So we walk around after dark
Don’t shoot
So we want to ride our skateboard
Don’t shoot
So we have melanin in our skin
Don’t shoot

I fit most police descriptions
Don’t shoot
I look like some other gang banger
Don’t shoot
I have my music up too high
Don’t shoot
I just want to see tomorrow please
Don’t shoot

Hate crime still exist
We know this
But what we are seeing now
Has to do with prejudice
We are not being hated
By the color of our skin
Just the content of our person
Or perception of our content
This has been happening since
Zoot suits
All I can do is put my hands up
Don’t shoot

Free Verse vol. 1

Like the sun in a winter sky
I see you but don’t feel your warmth
Where are we
The further I reach the more I see
That you are out my orbit
So why do I still seek
A love that isn’t there
Where are we
What is it about you
That makes me want to fight
I cannot see day without you
But do not see you at night
Where are we
A natural division exist
Between our unnatural union
How can I break
What fate hasn’t intervened
Where are we
I will find out soon
Even though
When I reach you
I know I will get burned