Readin', Writin' & Rhythm-tic

I feel as though, I need to write

to pick up my pen and fight this fight

a word or two, two thousand or few

makes for cohesion that prevents

excessive bleedin'.

Be it old wounds, or new,

These are just my two cents.

I'm safe behind these words,

I can say what I want and not get hurt.

You can read me blind, or curse me to shame

exploit my name and finger your blame

but for whatever reason

The word is my Name.

To write is to live,

to thrive and to give

it's also poison

if I choose,

manipulation

in which I loose.

It's fate masked by fear

its outlandishly near

I can make believe

all that you conceive.

We are one, The Reader and me

because without your eyes

to thine I would not see!

There is nothing noted, underneath the sun

that hasn't been said

above all, none.

It is, it was, it will always be

I am just a channel to open for thee.

Thank you for allowing,

for welcoming this chance

I will do my best always

to make your soul dance.

Commitments & All That Sense

I've had a run-in with commitment
A wrestle to the ground pinned-down, smile to frown!
Relentless.

I can't seem to find a favorable fortune in sticking to a plan
It's just tea for gods sake
Not some famine in Sudan!
Defenseless.

So I wonder in wondrous awe
Bedazzled by my nuances of a soul so raw
For instance, this sentence...
I contemplate a simple film, in Angelica
But then again a poem to write is screaming for helvetica!
To me it feels like war and peace, or even the drama my Q's & P's
(It would appear as though I've got some spastic psychosis of fleas!)
Senseless

Running rampant, constantly trying to devise
A plan that would make, good use of my ties
But even then I can't decide, do I go with a Windsor or a simple bow?
Do I follow ahead towards things I know?
A called for leap toward a different street;
tryin' to keep on the straight and narrow in an old set of feet.

This is the balance of being incomplete.
I am complete
Finding a way to commit to change,
Perhaps sticking to the plan,
is my universal arrange.

My world
Fenceless.

Chance

I saw a lady today, riding the train
The look on her face, was sullen and wane
Coming from the library, all checked out
Back to the hood, takin' her route
I looked at her book, bowed my head in dope;
The pages were filled, with passages of hope.
"How to deal with your Childs cancer" the binder screamed;
Into my heart, as my soul was reamed.
All of a sudden, I couldn't help but think
How petty and futile my actions can sink.
It's not just her child, but mine and yours
Under the umbrella of light, unity pours
There is not one, we can think to ignore
Regardless the effort, involved in the chore.
Her library book, reminded me of chance
How the opportunity always, lies in our hands.

You'll find love

Right when the time is ready, he will appear
I know you find this hard to believe, but to me it's so evident, obvious and clear.
You are beautiful enough, Handsome and Pretty
you are talented and strong, independant and witty.

Perhaps the pool you are swimming in, is a tad bit too shallow
don't be afraid to go deeper, the challenge will bring hallow
The soul will stretch, as you reach out your net
bring you opportunities in abundance, on that I will bet.

It's all for the taking; you just have to let go
know in your heart, they are coming in droves
work on yourself, go on a date with yours truly
see if your having fun, or just being unruly.
If you can't handle that, or find yourself bored
perhaps where you're looking, is not the reward.

When you point a finger, 4 are pointed right back
so what you see is what you get, for that is a fact
if what you are attracting, isn't your speed
get busy on your soul, that's whats really in need.

You are already loved, you don't need validation
roses and chocolate are a fleeting presentation.
Don't walk the line, between how-do and when-will
be present in your moments, surely then-he'll

You are you. You are perfect in all.
We all have work to do, and in times we will fall
Remember this though, for me it's a doozey
especially in times of need, when I get kinda boozey;
loneliness is brought on, ultimately by ourself
it can not be cured, with success or with wealth
look to your friends, people who share
I know in your life, there are plenty who care.


"Even from a heart of stone, a flower can grow" - Zion Nefesh