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!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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
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
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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
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
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
sIZE mATTERS
Higher and Higher
the deficit
lower and lower
our confidence
Bigger and Bigger
seeds of doubt
Smaller and smaller
expendable income
Wider and wider
income gaps
Slimmer and slimmer
chances for recovery
Fatter and fatter
CEO pockets
Shorter and shorter
tolerance levels
Greater and greater
unemployment numbers
Thinner and thinner
retirement portfoilios
Higher and Higher
Our hope in our new leader
Friday, March 6, 2009
a lOVE tHANG
Cupids arrow lands and brings…Desire
For there is no desire that equals
The desire of love
The desire for material things
Fades with each purchase
The chase for sex
Dies with each conquest
The want for peace
Is extinguished with each fight
But truly being loved
Just once
Creates a burning desire
To be loved again
Cupids arrow lands and brings…
For there is no desire that equals
The desire of love
The desire for material things
Fades with each purchase
The chase for sex
Dies with each conquest
The want for peace
Is extinguished with each fight
But truly being loved
Just once
Creates a burning desire
To be loved again
Cupids arrow lands and brings…
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