Tuesday, June 29, 2010

anchored wings

grounding earth
like the branch holds a leaf
we all got baggage
our luggage just looks different
so these clipped wings remind us of the dirt
that stains these ankles and builds upon character
silly souls occupy this mortal skin
and we decorate ourselves with bling again and again
as if to say we're better than the next guy
so foolish we are sometimes, we all gotta reside under
this same sky
we've all been been barefoot with dusty ankles
we've all been stranded with clipped wings and hopeful

he said 'people like you don't talk with people like me'
'why is a high caliber person like yourself talking to a little boy like me?'
'just seems like someone like you wouldn't talk to random people'

i said:
i am human.
aren't you?

i'm in a band.
it's called swahili blonde.
we have a show.
you should be there.
it's our first one ever.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

i will not be enslaved

slow me down not
this heart is unbreakable
hoe me shown thoughts
missed parts unshakable

everything happens for a reason
parking lot pimpin and late night plannin
souls don't crash by accident
holes don't splash in love's absence
stow high your pride
let these feelings of yesterday subside
but no doubt, what you left is this stain
no doubt this change remains

proof
people fight beside you, not for you
poof
pedestal's plight proceeds you
spoof
you were just mid- night's joke
truth
you soaked up my spirit when you spoke

with each visit a little bit of each other we sacrificed
put in a pot with netflix movies and tangled limbs
chicken dinners with steak and potatoes
spit talking with my parents
mentoring my nephew
my shine just left you

relax
no rhymes need be to make a poem
climax
none of those either when you don't know how to please a woman
impact
this mind instead of the jewels
react
to accidents that bear no rules

hoe me shown thoughts
your fangs are exposed
slow me down not
a little scar imposed
but darlin,
my sweet darlin
these missed parts are unshakable
this prolific heart is unbreakable

Monday, June 7, 2010

getting back on the wagon

got home in early tonight with every intent of going to sleep
slipped on your shirt just to feel you on my skin for a minute
read over some old words
just needed a reminder of all that i am
all that i want to be