Duplicitous

Duplicitous

I’m just not sure which one is right, right now

I have no idea, my vision is opaque right now

Sometimes there is no confusion, I am 100% sure

This is who I am, there is no doubt about it

I look into the mirror and I see me staring back

My suit is oh so nice, and my shirt is custom made

My cufflinks match my tie and my shoes match my belt

Yep, that’s me at least that’s me Monday through Friday

And in the blink of an eye, that is not me at all

At 5:31pm I have no idea who that is

I expect to see someone oh so low key

Someone in jeans that fit just below the hips

I’m looking for the cap to match the shirt just right

I’m lookin for the air force ones to be too clean

Yeah, that’s who I’m lookin for but he ain’t here

So I get home and quickly become that dude

But now I don’t recognize him at all

It’s Monday at 7:21 am and that dude is a stranger

I’m looking for the gentleman in the suit,

But he is no where to be found, so I’m lookin

I’m lookin in the mirror and I don’t know who that is

Then my wife says today is a holiday

And all of a sudden it’s me again in the jeans

I know both of these men, they both are me

I just don’t know which me I want the world to see

Corporate me or weekend me, but you know what?

it’s still just me

23.4.9.12

I am Panthera Leo Felidae
Trapped in a cage
Is there a worse transgression
Than seeing the king of the jungle
Tame, lazy and humble
The eyes lack fire, the teeth have dulled
Panthera Leo as intense as a mouse
The King
Poor lion, poor me
Devoid of ambition
Robbed of all hope
Unable to be the me
I was created to be
Because desire is lost

I am the mighty river
Contained in a reservoir
Man’s attempt to harness my energy
My natural rage
has become A subtle current
My intuitive way
Of finding a way
Over, under or around
Has been stripped away
And now I lay placid
The flow of water without power
Reflections of stolen desire

I am tener niger vir
Living in America
Stolen from my ancestral home
In a constant struggle
To be acknowledged as equal
My environment is flooded
With lack
Lack of healthy foods
Lack of good schools
Lack of support
So I become
The caged lion when freed
I am the water when the damn burst
I refuse to be
Broken and mad
Or mad broke
I will not be subject
To lost desire
So I rage and consume
Fighting to avoid becoming
The lion in the cage
The river behind the damn
My desire is not lost
My desire for acceptance
Has been replaced
By my desire
To survive

Growing Elevators

My feelings 4 U R diaphanous 4 a reason
If I can’t B transparent with U
Then I can’t B transparent with anyone
I call U sunrise and sunset
Because my days begin and end with U
And I like it that way

No matter how opaque I try 2 B
U know the clear truth
U C through the feigned veil of pretend.
My pretense is not malicious
Rather, it is protective
I refuse 2 submerge U in my downs

Let U in? U have no idea.
U have traversed so far.
Yet,
I want 2 B your OTIS
Elevating U 2 new heights
And I just don’t C
How my quandary can B uplifting
But the more I share
The higher we go
2gether

Time has been the bridge
From my island of me
2 the mainland of us.
U know me well
U know it all.
The stealth is gone
Because the need 4 stealth
is gone

U have broken my barriers down
I share with U everything
Good news and bad news
Excitement and sorrow
Because with U in my life
Even the bad days R bright
Come in, put your feet up
And stay…forever.
Welcome 2 my heart!

The Possesion

Yo!
Can someone help me
I'm sittin here in my den possesed by this pen
I try to put it down but It won't let me
I'm strugglin & fighting but I can't stop writin
as soon as I put this pen down it starts calling me
And Here I am...jonesin to keep composin
Stop pen! unleash me
But I'm in the pen's trance, I love to see it dance
I try ot throw the pen but it grabs onto me
it's not that I don't love poetry
I hate it's control over me
I'm a part of poetry and poetry is partly me
the constant urge to scribble
engages the mind like a riddle
I'm enslaved by the pen
but don't set me free
the pen is the master...
moving up & down, slower then faster
I can feel my pulse in my fingers
kinda lika a stinger but the feeling lingers
Alright pen
I give up, you got me
writin poetry is so within me
sharin my thoughts is what I'm about
and just as I surrender to the pen
Damn! the ink runs out

3P

Tough Times

I can make a man leave his wife
For the breast of a young heifer
Make him throw away his life
Buy the young girl silk and his wife polyester

I can put a blunt in the hands of a summa cum laude
Take her from a 4.0 to a 1.4 in just 1 semester
She used to hit the books, now she only likes to party
She used to play shy, but now she’s the aggressor

I can make a dime piece strictly lickly
Make her date Ester instead of Lester
Just 1 try & she changed teams quickly
Her sex was a 3 button front but now it’s a double breaster

I can tell a stockbroker his quota is impossible to reach
Make him lie and steal from his investor
He’s putting equity before ethics & trust is beached
Now he’s hiding avoiding an SEC Inspector

Hi…My name is Pressure

Duplicitous

I’m just not sure which one is right, right now
I have no idea, my vision is opaque right now
Sometimes there is no confusion, I am 100% sure
This is who I am, there is no doubt about it
I look into the mirror and I see me staring back
My suit is oh so nice, and my shirt is custom made
My cufflinks match my tie and my shoes match my belt
Yep, that’s me at least that’s me Monday through Friday
And in the blink of an eye, that is not me at all
At 5:31pm I have no idea who that is
I expect to see someone oh so low key
Someone in jeans that fit just below the hips
I’m looking for the cap to match the shirt just right
I’m lookin for the air force ones to be too clean
Yeah, that’s who I’m lookin for but he ain’t here
So I get home and quickly become that dude
But now I don’t recognize him at all
It’s Monday at 7:21 am and that dude is a stranger
I’m looking for the gentleman in the suit,
But he is no where to be found, so I’m lookin
I’m lookin in the mirror and I don’t know who that is
Then my wife says today is a holiday
And all of a sudden it’s me again in the jeans
I know both of these men, they both are me
I just don’t know which me I want the world to see
Corporate me or weekend me, but you know what?
it’s still just me

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